Chapter 97 Folding Wing

. Bang..." The golden fist hit the opponent's body firmly and teleported over, and an edge of light shining golden light had been put on the man's neck at some point.

"I admit defeat!" The man made a wise choice. Although it is shameful for him to lower his arrogant head like the proud son of heaven, it is still important to save his life and keep the green mountains without worrying about firewood.

"Fifteenth game..." Mu Feng muttered to himself that this is Mu Feng's fifteenth victory this month. It only takes five games to hit the second layer of barriers. To be honest, Mu Feng's previous battle has no strong opponent. During this period, he only met a seventh-level senior opponent. The opponent is indeed quite strong. Without knowing anything, Mu Feng suffered a small loss, but unfortunately, Mu Feng won the victory after all, and it was without the use of sub-sacred weapons.

"I don't know what the situation of this boy in West Asia is now?" He flashed to the first layer of space, looked around and saw the figure of West Asia, but a group of people on the edge of the ring attracted the attention of Mu Feng.

As soon as I walked to the edge of the crowd, a discordant voice came from inside, saying, "Is there no one in Tianxuan mainland? Just a few of you incompetent 'waste' occupy a place here?" The voice was extremely ironic, and even the wind outside the crowd felt unhappy to hear it.

"I'm not afraid of flashing my tongue when talking big, is it up to you?" A figure stood in front of several others, and it was a Lingbu that had just arrived at the Hundred Battles Pavilion and said disdainfully to the man.

"Oh? Do you want to save the world? I can give you such a chance. The man pointed to the ring with one hand and said to Ling Bu.

"I can't ask for it..." Ling Bu was unyielding, and there was no other expression. The other party bullied him on his head. It was unbearable.

The man wink at a man beside him, and the other party jumped into the ring. But at this time, Ling Bu said again, "My opponent is you. I don't think you will refuse, will you?"

How can a man refuse in front of so many people and say, "Since you want to die, don't blame me for being cruel." When he flashed to the ring, the original man retreated. Lingbu seemed to move step by step and came to the ring in an instant, opposing the leading man.

Mu Feng looked at the man in the ring. The man's appearance was average and nothing special, but his breath gave people a sense of uncertainty. The most important thing was that he had the seventh-level advanced strength, which was much stronger than Ling Bu.

With a soft sigh, Lingbu's figure moved, leaving a shadow in place. His figure appeared behind the man, and his slightly thin arms pressed on the man's body. As if he could see the attack behind him, the man's figure also disappeared in place.

A sense of crisis arose from the bottom of Ling Bu's heart. A huge fist was empty from the position where Ling Bu stood just now, and a light ball rushed over the ring. The originally not very bright ring was actually reflected by these white lights. The white light scattered on the man is not special, but when looking at Ling Bu, it is a little illusory, as if the other party has integrated with this world.

"Look, I won't break your way!" The man shouted and grabbed the ball of light with one hand, and the brown energy entangled with each other and roared at the ball of light above.

Looking at the brown energy penetrating the light ball, the white light still filled the ring. The man muttered to himself as if he had some feelings and said, "So it is..."

"Space blasting projectile!" The man threw several black bullets at the ball of light above the ring, and then heard a dull roar. The ball of light that had emitted white light turned bright and dark, and finally disappeared completely over the ring.

"The game begins..." The man's voice resounded over the whole ring, and then the man's figure disappeared in front of the crowd.

The scene changed. At the entrance of a small mountain village, a child confronted three other older children. The child pulled his hands tightly and showed a pale face, which was obviously provoked by many other parties.

"Lingbu, you monster, get out of the village as far as possible. Your existence will only bring endless destruction to the village." The biggest child shouted at Ling Bu, and the other two children behind him were waiting to watch the show.

"No, I'm not a monster. You bad guys, don't call me a monster!" Ling Bu roared and rushed to the big guy, but there were three opponents, and they were more powerful than Ling Bu.

After a crackling beating, Ling Bu was thrown to the ground, and his face was red and purple. Seeing Ling Bu being beaten for no matter what was, the three of them laughed loudly. A child behind him continued, "See us fight once, you monster, I really don't know how your mother gave birth to you."

"Monsters are monsters, and your birth determines the fate of your life!" Another child interrupted.

"No, I'm not, no..." Ling Bu's whole body was trembling and incoherent, and his original clear eyes began to fill with fog.

"Haha, monster, monster...haha..." Now Lingbu's mind is full of ridicule.

At this time, a scar on Ling Bu's forehead began to change, and the white light spread from Ling Bu's body and gradually spread across the bodies of the three children. The three children with frightened eyes just wanted to escape, but... in an instant, the bodies of the three people melted into the white light.

Looking at himself when he was in a trance, Ling Bu, who had been watching everything in front of him approach the little boy as a bystander, reached out and stroked his face, as if he felt someone touching him. Ling Bu raised his head and looked around confusedly.

The picture turned again, and Ling Bu appeared in a wooden house, next to which sat a plainly dressed middle-aged woman. When he was a child, Ling Bu sat on the side and asked innocently, "Mother, why do others like to look at me differently? I also want to play with others."

Gently stroked Ling Bu's head, and the middle-aged beautiful woman said, "That's because my Ling Bu is different from others. You are God's gift to the Ling family. When you were born, God sent snowflakes to my Ling Bu to celebrate!"

But why don't other children in the village like to play with me? And why do we live outside the village? Hearing the praise of the middle-aged beautiful woman, Ling Bu was still a little doubtful.

"That's because their adults don't know that my Lingbu's future achievements are unlimited, so they don't let children play with you!" From the trace of unbearable in the eyes of the middle-aged beautiful woman, it can be seen that she is definitely deliberately hiding something.

It seems that the space is broken, and the picture is reorganizing. This is a snowy day. Next to a tile house, Ling Bu heard the crying of the birth of a newborn from the house. Just as Ling Bu wanted to go in to find out, he saw a group of villagers rushing from the other side of the village. The middle-aged man shouted at the door: "The sky is an unknown sign, dogs barking wolves, and June flying. Snow and most of the crops have been disabled. The wizard's prediction: this son is an ominous son and will bring disaster to this village.

After a while, I saw an old man coming from inside and replied to the villagers, "The Ling family is pitiful enough. It is the only seed given by God. This is the last comfort of the child's father in the spirit of heaven. How can you be so credulous and superstitious? June snow is just a once-in-a-century weather. How can it be said to be an ominous omen?

Hearing the old man's words, the villagers outside were also stunned. It took a long time for the leading man to react and said, "It's better to believe whether it is credible or not. The villagers mean to either give up the child and continue to stay in the village, or you move out of the village collectively."

As if she heard the quarrel outside, the young woman came out with great hard work with the help of an old woman. She looked pale and said weakly, "I must stay with this child. We will move out of the village."

Seeing that the other party was so cheerful, the villagers were no longer aggressive and soon left. Father, I'm sorry, you will suffer together. The young woman said a little sorry to the old man in front of her.

"Where is this? It's rare for the Ling family to have a future. Anyway, this bloodline still has to be preserved, otherwise I won't have a chance to see my grandson again." The old man showed a doting look, looking at Ling Bu wrapped in thick cotton-padded clothes, and his smile froze on his old face.

"Father?" Seeing that the old man did not answer for a long time, the young woman touched the old man's face with her hand, and a cold air hit him. Then, there was a heartbreaking cry. Looking at Ling Bu in her arms, the young woman made up her mind.

Ling Bu, who stayed next to him, quietly looked at these things that didn't seem to exist in his memory. With the secretly help of several hot-blooded young people in the village, the young woman built a wooden house outside the village and has been living alone.

Then, this is the unforgettable picture of Ling Bu and the turning point of fate. One day, when the young Lingbu jumped home, he saw his wooden house burning with fire, and there were several villagers talking outside as if nothing had happened.

"Mother..." Ling Bu had a shocking roar and rushed to the sea of fire, and several villagers outside did not mean to stop it.

A white light shrouded the body that rushed into the sea of fire, which could completely isolate the heat of the flames and staggered to the bedroom. Her mother slept peacefully on the sleeper, but it was extinct.

"Mother, mother, wake up... Wake up, who came to see you?" Ling Bu shook the middle-aged woman's body and cried, but all this was in vain.

"It's you..." Ling Bu gritted his teeth, and his eyes sparked with revenge. If it was a normal fire, her mother would not have any trace of struggle.

Just when the villagers thought they could clean up the mess, a thin figure came out of the burning wooden house, expressionless and mechanically walked towards the villagers.