Chapter 1 The Soul Travels Through the Land of Spiritual Cultivation

The whole body seemed to be on fire. The skin was hot, but the inside was cold. I wanted to move uneasily, but I felt sore and weak all over, and I didn't even have the strength to open my eyes.

You can hear a low sob in your ear, and a pair of cool hands brush your cheeks...

Then, he fell into a coma again.

When I woke up again, the fever had subsided, but my body was sticky and greasy, and the whole room was filled with the smell of herbs.

After a long time, the cold flame came to her senses from the clouds and found herself lying on an old-fashioned wood**. The light blue bed was half hanging down, just covering her sight.

When I reached out my hand to pull the bed mantle, I felt a burst of stuffiness in my chest, and my whole body hurt with a slight movement.

I couldn't help coughing, but I couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of black blood, staining the quilt.

Leng Yan stared at the spots of blood on the quilt and was a little stupid for a moment.

What the hell happened?

At the end of the memory, Shenqiu stabbed his lower abdomen with a dagger... Leng Yan stretched out his hand to touch his lower abdomen. There was no sign of injury, but his chest was stuffy again. He resisted and did not spit blood again.

Leng Yan did not move again. Whether it was her lower abdomen or her chest, it was certain that she was injured, and she was not seriously injured.

Taking a deep breath, Leng Yan frowned. There was a warm current in his lower abdomen, like a source of power, flowing through the whole body along the blood.

It is very thin and weak. If she hadn't focused on her wound at this time, she might not have noticed that when this force flowed by, she could actually relieve the tightness in her chest.

I meditated on the meditation formula I had learned before, and found that this method actually made the flow of power faster, and the wound on my chest was slowly relieved.

Just as soon as I closed my eyes, I fell asleep, and suddenly my mind was full of various fragments.

Because of the squeezing of this powerful force, bean-sized beads of sweat came out of the cold flame's forehead. When everything stopped, everything was fixed on a somewhat gloomy face, and endless hatred surged in her heart...

I suddenly woke up. It was still the room, the bed, but the stuffy pain in my chest had disappeared.

Leng Yan took a deep breath and took out a bronze mirror from the bedside. A young man's beautiful and pale face came into his eyes. Leng Yan touched it, and his heart was a little clear.

She is dead, and her soul has crossed to this alien world called the vast continent, and possessed this teenager who is also called cold flame.

In memory, the vast continent is vast and dangerous. This is a world where humans and monsters coexist.

Human beings rely on spiritual improvement ability and Warcraft to compete for the resources of practice, and also use Warcraft to improve their abilities.

The so-called spiritual cultivation, in the cold flame, feels like the so-called internal force, and all the spiritual power is condensed in Dantian.

If the spiritual practitioner can convert spiritual power into phantom power, he can use the phantom power to control the soul of the Warcraft, sign a contract, and become an phantom master.

The Warcraft controlled by the illusionist is called the mythical beast.

The phantom master with the mythical beast is much better than the ordinary spiritual practitioner. In this world where the strong are respected, becoming a phantom master can be respected by people.

If the illusionist can break through the bottleneck and turn the illusion power into combat power, he can integrate with the mythical beast and become a warrior.

Becoming a war spirit master is already a strong man in the vast continent. At the same time, the war spirit master can use the power of the combination with the mythical beast to get the ability to fly.

Upward, it is the soul master who converts combat power into soul power. The memory of this part is blurred. Obviously, this cold flame does not know much.

So it seems that the warm current in her body that can repair wounds is the so-called spiritual power. However, such a small spiritual power, according to the memory of the cold flame, can only be regarded as the third level of the primary spiritual practitioners at most.

This level of ability can almost be ignored, because in the comprehensive college of spiritual cultivation and martial arts, as long as there is a spiritual cultivation physique for two months, the stupidest people can also reach the third level of junior spiritual practitioners!

What a waste of time!

At this speed of practice, even for a lifetime, you can't become a phantom master!

If it hadn't been for Leng Yan's direct descendants of the Leng family and the grandson of the head of the Leng family, he would not have fooled around in this junior class of the Comprehensive College of Spiritual Martial Arts at the age of 16.

Because Leng Yan Xiuling has no talent, and his body is so weak that he can't practice martial arts at all.

In this world of the supreme of the strong, there is no mercy. Even if Leng Yan shrank his neck to be a human being, even if Leng Yan has a strong brother Leng Yi guarding her, after all, everything is over.

Yuan Li, the name of the gloomy teenager, is also the culprit who killed the cold flame!

The cold flame's eyebrows trembled, and his expression was a little colder.

She knows that in this world where the strong are supreme, if she is not strong enough, she can only disappear. Since she still has the opportunity to live another life, she will definitely become a truly independent strong man who can protect the people she values!

Leng Yan touched the bronze ring on her finger. This ring is a magic weapon that can hide her gender. Since she can remember, she has been wearing it on her index finger. She has been dressed as a man since she was a child, and her brother repeatedly told her not to take off the ring, otherwise it will cause trouble!

Leng Yan was still recalling the memory of this alien world, and the door was kicked open and broke into seven or eight teenagers in the same golden rolled-edged black gown.

The leader was very handsome, but there was a little more femininity between his eyebrows. Leng Yan noticed that his hand on his waist was slightly raised his orchid fingers.

"Cold flame! You are so bold that you dare to confess to the young master of Yuanli! Humph, don't look at what you are! The Leng family has made such a shameless loser like you. It's really a lose face!" The leading teenager raised his voice and cursed.

Leng Yan knew that the teenager's name was Leng Qing. He was a brother from the Leng family. His cultivation talent was much better than Leng Yan.

In my memory, this cold feeling seems to like the original gift, so I don't like the cold flame who is often tortured by the original gift. It always comes to bully people when the cold flame is most weak!

Cold love itself likes male and abnormal shemales. At this time, he even scolds Leng Yan, which is really thick-skinned.

Leng Yan slowly sat up from **, turned over and got out of bed, stared at Leng Qing, sneered, and said, "What are you?" Dare to break into my room! Get out of here!"

As soon as he said this, a circle of people were stunned.

Everyone knows that Leng Yan is a famous waste master of the Leng family, and also knows that Leng Yan is the worst spiritual student in the Comprehensive College of Spiritual Martial Arts. He also knows that Leng Yan is cowardly and often surrounded and beaten!

But why is the pressure at this time, and the momentum at this time is like a king. Obviously, he doesn't listen to words, but he can't help but feel that he wants to listen.

Looking at the cold flame's little face, which has always been bowing its head, rose slightly at this time. It seems that it is slightly pale because of lying in bed, but because of the black eyes that are not afraid of everything and looking at all sentient beings, it gives people a firm, resolute, persistent and disdainful temperament.

The white underwear they are wearing is clearly covered with blood, but they are still the dignity of the superiors, as if the cold flame at this time and the coward they used to be alone.

"Cold flame! How dare you talk to me like this!" The coldness made my hands tremble a little.

Leng Yan, a coward, dares to challenge the cold feelings of those who have practiced their spiritual power to the fourth level of intermediate spiritual practitioners, and they are fearless!

Leng Yan slowly stood up from the bedside and said coldly, "This is my young master's room! I have the right to get you out of here!"

"You, you... good, you cold flame! I..." Lengqing grabbed the hilt of the sword at his waist and was about to draw the sword, but it was held down by a teenager beside him. He also obscenously touched the back of Lengqing's hand and threw a wink at Lengqing, and then slightly appeased the violent and moving Lengqing.

"Today, our buddies don't say anything about the young master of the original gift. First, take out this month's monthly money to honor our buddies, and then calculate our accounts slowly." The teenager said to Leng Yan with a smile.

This teenager is a good friend of cold love. The relationship between the two is very ambiguous. If it is cold and lustful and likes the original gift, then this teenager named Jin Siyuan loves money, and also likes to bully the weak and collect a protection fee called monthly money!

Do you want money?

In my memory, there is indeed the scene of this cowardly Leng Yan who provides all her pocket money to this gold four yuan, but now Leng Yan is not that loser. If she wants to become a strong man in the mainland, how can she let such little guys be domboyant!

"Oh? Monthly money? I think you are still a step late. Yuan Li has already searched all the money on me!" Leng Yan said.

This is true. Speaking of which, this dead cold flame is really a coward. In the face of the violence of Yuan Li, he has no ability to fight back. He also took out all the money in exchange for a trace of pity.

"Has it been searched?" Jin Siyuan frowned and looked at the cold love. Both of them saw the original look in their eyes.

Although the original gift is a genius, there is one problem, that is, stingy. Such a stingy person unexpectedly invited everyone to have a meal together yesterday, and drank flower wine. A few people were ecstatic.

Now it seems that the crux has been found!

Looking at the blood stains all over Leng Yan, he was obviously beaten by the original people. If these people take action again, I'm afraid that Leng Yan's weak body can't stand it. He will die, and it will be difficult to explain at that time.

It doesn't matter if the Leng family is a direct descendant. It's just a waste wood, but Leng Yan's brother Leng Yi is not easy to deal with.

Just when the two compartments were deadlocked, I heard someone outside shouting, "Hey, Qin Xuan! Our young master is doing things in it. Get out of here!"

"You get out of the way! What are you going to do to Yan! Get out of the way!" Qin Xuan shouted.

Then the sound of fighting came from outside. Just a moment, Qin Xuan was thrown in. His face was full of wounds, and the originally clean and tidy gown on his body was also broken in several places. Because his nose was bleeding, he stained the golden edge with blood and looked embarrassed.

"Yan..." Qin Xuan looked up. When he saw Leng Yan standing by the bed, his face suddenly changed greatly and said, "Yan! The doctor said that you hurt your ribs and can't move at will! You, cough! The bone that has just been grafted!"

Leng Yan looked down and looked at the face full of blood and tears. Qin Xuan, who could no longer see the original upright appearance, rose a warm current in his heart.