Chapter 1: Sad reminder
C_t; "Hey, the old man turned out to be a good wine, sealed for so many years!"
In the magnificent hall, a young man untied a glimpse of a beautiful wine for many years, and he couldn’t help but feel relieved. (ad)
"This time, I can afford to be cheaper."
He snorted and held the beautiful wine. He drank it and licked his mouth, but unfortunately there was no taste.
"Hey..."
suddenly!
Ling Feng screamed, as strong as the sacred body, suddenly ****, even if the powerful golden sun, emerged from his body, can not contain, that kind of ****.
Immediately, his flesh and blood disintegrated, his eyes were black, and his consciousness fell into the darkness of the hustle...
Shenwu Mainland, Lingwu College, Yamashita.
The sunset falls and the autumn wind is bleak.
A thatched cottage, surrounded by a translucent, bamboo bed, trembled, as if it would collapse at any time.
"Hey, hurt..."
Lingfeng mouth is dry, his hands and feet are numb and cold, and his body is like being dismantled, especially the head and chest, like flesh and blood being torn apart, even the eyelids are heavy like mountains, surrounded by darkness.
"Mahjong, I didn't expect that I was in the wind, but I died because of a broken wine, ****!"
Ling Feng is Wu Sheng!
He is very talented. He became a martial artist at the age of four. He entered the martial arts school at the age of six. At the age of seven, he suppressed the younger generation of the Holy Mountain. At the age of 30, he entered the realm of Wusheng and became the entire holy mountain. The youngest Wusheng in history.
That year, he secretly sneaked into the sacred mountain Tibetan temple, and looked through all the exercises. Finally, he found an ancient wine in the secret room of the Tibetan temple, which was sealed for many years, so he was saddened. ****.
"Hey..."
Suddenly, Ling Feng’s head tingled and a miscellaneous message suddenly came in and made him dizzy. [There are almost all the books I want to read. It is much more stable than the average station. There is no advertisement for the whole text. ]
"I am still not dead, I am born again!"
The miscellaneous information comes from a teenager, the owner of this body.
What surprised Ling Feng was that this boy was also called Ling Feng. He was only nine years old, but he was destined, but he was even more sad than him.
Ling Feng, who was lonely since he was a child, was abandoned in the streets. In a cold and cold winter, he was brought back from the snow by a girl named Ling Qing, who warmed him up with his body.
The name Ling Feng is from Ling Qing, meaning the breeze.
Shenwu mainland, Yangwu worships the gods, the warrior has nine realms: Wutu, Wuren, Wushu, Wuling, Wuhuang, Wusheng, Wuzun, Wushen, Wudi reads;
Even the weakest martial arts can break the waves, and the most terrible Wudi can even smash the river and collapse. Of course, this is the ultimate field of all warriors.
Therefore, Shenwu mainland, every teenager will become a warrior, as the biggest dream of life.
Can be biased, Ling Feng body weak, the classics of the meridians, although able to practice martial arts, but the body and the meridians can not withstand the infuriating of the military, one touch collapse.
To put it bluntly, it is the glass vein!
"Abandoned body, I think I am the wind, the youngest Wu Sheng, actually reborn in such waste." Ling Fengkou can not speak, but the consciousness is very clear.
Glass veins, can not be martial arts, once the practice of the exercises, the warrior in the meridians infuriating, will break the meridians and flesh and blood, and instantly kill, this is a waste of physique can not be abolished.
But he is born again on such a waste body.
Juvenile Ling Feng, it is precisely this, and sad reminder of death!
Since childhood, Ling Feng and Ling Qing, relying on each other, for Ling Feng, his life is returned by Ling Qing.
Ling Qing has always loved him. Lingwu College will issue a nutrient dan every month. Every time Lingqing just bites a small mouth, the rest are taken down the mountain, let him eat, hope Heal his glass veins.
This makes Ling Feng very moved, very respectful to Ling Qing, seeing her more important than her own life, but unfortunately, the glass pulse is, can a few Yang Ling Dan be cured? !
Just three days ago, the three disciples of the Lingwu Academy actually made a speech to Ling Qing, and insulted her to be a black bone essence, which angered Ling Feng.
They can insult him as a waste, but they must not humiliate his younger sister Ling Qing.
That is the reverse scale of Ling Feng, and it hurts.
Ling Fengqi face purple, biting his teeth, with anger shots, the result, the body of the infuriating infuriating, directly violently, broken his meridians, so sadly reminded to die.
"Sister, a person will be very lonely?"
Juvenile Ling Feng, the last trace of obsession, also disintegrated and dissipated...
"The lonely brother!"
Ling Feng sighed softly. From the memory of the young Ling Feng, he learned that Ling Qing was also an orphan. When he was three years old, he lost his parents and raised his grandmother.
However, at the age of five, Grandma also passed away, leaving her alone and lonely.
That year, she went to the Shenwu Academy with her strong willpower and went to Lingwu Mountain with her strong willpower.
Later, Ling Qing smashed into a baby, the whole body was sore and swollen, and her face was blue and purple. She put the baby in her arms and used her body to warm the baby.
That baby is Ling Feng, and because of this, Ling Feng is weak and sick.
At this point, they are alone.
A few days ago, Ling Feng’s blood was broken, and she was back with a weak body.
Ling Feng’s body was cold, and she used the petite body to hold Ling Feng firmly, freezing it to the cold, and never letting go.
In the middle of the night, she shed tears, calling the name of Ling Feng deeply and affectionately, until she fell asleep.
That was the first time Ling Feng saw the tears of her sister, and the last time she saw her crying...
"My Ling Feng is Wu Sheng, my talent is shocked, but now I want to live for you once!"
On the bamboo bed, there are two lines of tears in the corner of Lingfeng.
Once Wu Sheng Ling Feng, feet on the sky arrogance, fists elders, radiant.
Nowadays, he is born again on a waste body, and the meridians are broken, and the waste is much more serious than before.
However, he has to be heavy again.
Not only for himself, but also the lonely "sister".
"I peeked at the holy mountain exercises, three thousand volumes. Since the meridians are abolished, then starting from the refining body, step by step on the road of martial arts."
Ling Feng was silent for a moment, then he whispered.
Refining the body!
There have been such people, the meridians burst, but with great perseverance, bitterness, step by step on the top.
The singular figure is the Holy Mountain Lord!
"Oh,"
The thatched cottage, the rough bamboo door was pushed open, a petite, cowardly figure, walked in.
"啪嗒" a pile of firewood fell to the ground.
"Little wind, you wake up... wake up?"
A clear and sobbing voice blew in the ear of Ling Feng, a girl's body was stiff and stood in place.
A drop of tears, from the thin face, ticking down, she burst into tears, Ling Feng lived.
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