Ian sat steadily on the stone table in the small courtyard. His pair of exceptionally slender legs were swinging wildly!
After a whole month, he finally accepted the fact that he had transmigrated. Otherwise, he could still raise his head and curse at the sky and transmigrate again. Hehe, the possibility of being struck by lightning was probably higher.
An adult university student's IQ was not so low as to be so unrealistic and daydreaming all day.
A few days after he woke up, Ian finally figured out where he was.
Battle Through the Heavens, a continent full of fighting spirit, a novel world where the protagonist loved to pretend.
A month passed by. Although he spent most of his time lying in bed and looking sick, Ian used this time to let his imagination run wild.
The mysterious and powerful ghostly flame.
Colorful and gorgeous warrior power spurted out.
Spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums were pink beauties who each had their own love.
And his current identity, Ling Feng!
Hehe, when he thought about how he had once thought of this name as a LOL equipment, Ian found it funny.
Spirit Wind, game equipment, what kind of joke was this?
This guy was the young master of the Spiritual Race! A standard member of the mainland!
The night he woke up, Ian was on the paper he had painstakingly found. Why did he say that he had painstakingly found it?
Su Ye sweated when he thought of this question. Putting aside the fact that his strength had increased, his soul had been enriched, and his memory was basically photographic. If he was still alive, powerful alchemists could directly scan his soul and engrave it in a scroll. It was extremely easy for him to carry it around. How could he be like a rookie like him who had not even started cultivating his battle aura?
Therefore, when Ian asked for the paper, one could imagine how strange it was.
No matter what, Ling Feng finally managed to get his hands on a piece of paper. He recalled his current identity and the complex he had about the Battle Break. He started by writing: The Ling clan was an ancient clan. It was one of the eight existing clans, the Dou Di Forsaken Clan. Its strength was about the same as the Shi clan. It was at the bottom of the Gu clan. However, its overall strength was higher than the Pill Tower outside. The current clan head, Ling Luo, had strength…
Xiao Yan defeated the main character…
Xiao Xun 'er…
Soul race…
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In the small courtyard, Su Ye held his chin and looked at his short arms, short legs, and a completely childish face that couldn't even be considered a little boy. He was still a little unused to it. According to his memories, although he was familiar with the plot, who could guarantee that there wouldn't be any uncertain events happening? Secondly, there was too little information about the Spiriters in the battle.
What left the deepest impression was that it was probably the unlucky fellow who was the first to be destroyed by the Hun clan. It had to be said that it was tragic…
If the Spiritual Race was ranked among the factions on this continent, it would not be a problem for it to be ranked in the top ten. It looked impressive, and Ian could be considered a second-generation leader in the top ten. However, how could Ian not know that this was a declining ancient race?
? The gradual loss of their bloodline caused the gap between the Spiritual Race and the Ancient Race and the Soul Race to widen. They were on completely different levels. They were just walking the same path as the Desolate Race.
As for hugging Xiao Yan's 'thick legs', Ling Feng just smiled. Xiao Yan?
They were all modern people, transmigrators, and had received the same education. No one wanted to be someone else's underling. Did they have the guts?
Lingfeng also had his own backbone. Men were all good at saving face.
Xiao Yan?
It was already good enough that they didn't send someone to kill him. They kept him alive to maintain the plot.
Su Ye counted with his fingers in his heart. Dou Zhe, Dou Shi, Da Dou Shi, Dou Ling, Dou Wang, Dou Huang, Dou Zong, Dou Zun, Dou Sheng, Dou Di…
Oh my god!
Su Ye slapped his head. He was dispirited. How long was this guy going to cultivate for?
Once he did not have the Flame Mantra, he could not use cheats indefinitely. Moreover, was that thing something that ordinary people could practice?
If he was not the main character and did not have great luck, the fusion of deviant flames would automatically become nonsense. It might even end up playing with fire and get burned. It would really be tragic!
As he thought about it in a muffled voice, rain began to fall from the sky. Raindrops as small as cow hair slowly dripped down and landed on Su Ye's or Ling Feng's white brocade clothes, wetting them one after another. Su Ye propped his hands up and jumped off the stone table. Standing in the rain, he raised his arms in a daze and opened his fleshy palms, allowing the rain to gather in his palms. The transparent water droplets were wet and cool, making him angry.
The wind blew, and the rain became heavier. In the corner of the courtyard, the flowers, grass, and trees were rustled by the raindrops. It was like a rapid melody, playing a strange symphony that had a unique flavor.
Ling Feng's body, which was in the rain, was already drenched, making his thin and weak body appear even more prominent.
At this moment, he thought of his parents, friends, and girlfriend before he transmigrated. Then, he thought of the present, Battle Energy, Drizzle, the Spirit Race…
Ian's eyes narrowed. He clenched his fists tightly and muttered in his heart. Even if he was in another world, he should live his life to the fullest!
No, it wasn't him. It wasn't Ian. It was Lingfeng!
The Spiritual Race's Spiritual Wind!
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