Su Tianyi sat on the stone table in his courtyard, his small feet swaying wildly! After a month, he finally accepted the fact that he had transmigrated. Otherwise, how could he curse at the heavens and transmigrate back? An 18-year-old university student's IQ was not that low. He was unrealistic all day long and his mind wandered. After spending a few days, Su Tianyi finally figured out where he was wearing. Battle Through the Heavens, a continent full of fighting spirit, a novel world where the protagonist loved to pretend.
In the past month, Su Tianyi had thought a lot.
The mysterious and powerful Alien Flame.
Colorful and gorgeous battle energy.
Spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums were beauties who each had their own love.
There was also his own identity, Spirit Wind. Thinking about how he actually thought of this name as a LOL equipment, it was quite funny!
Ling Feng, the young master of the Spiritual Race!
That night, Ling Feng was on the paper that he had painstakingly found. Why did he say that he had painstakingly found it?
Ling Feng was sweating profusely. Putting aside the fact that his strength had increased, his soul had become stronger, and his memory was basically photographic. In the past, a soul master could directly scan his soul and engrave it in a scroll, carrying it with him. Unlike Ling Feng, a rookie who had not even started cultivating his battle aura, when Ling Feng asked for paper, could you imagine how strange that was?
No matter what, Ling Feng finally managed to get his hands on a piece of paper. He thought of his current identity and the complex he had in his mind regarding Battle Break, and he started writing: The Ling clan was one of the eight existing groups of the ancient clan. It was a descendant of a Dou Di. Its strength was similar to the Shi clan and was at the bottom of the Gu clan. However, it was higher than the Pill Tower outside. The current clan leader was Ling Luo.
Xiao Yan, Fighting the Protagonist
Xiao Xun er
hun clan
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Holding his chin, he looked at his short arms, short legs, and a completely immature face that could not even be considered a little boy. Ling Feng was still a little unused to it. Although he was familiar with the plot, who knew if something uncertain would happen? Moreover, there were too few mentions of the Spirit Race in the Battle Break. The deepest impression he had was that he was the unlucky one who was first destroyed by the Soul Race. The Spirit Race, if one were to rank the forces on this continent, it would not be a problem for them to be in the top ten. They looked impressive. However, Ling Feng knew that this was an ancient clan that was on the decline. The gradual loss of their bloodline had caused the gap between the Ling Clan and the ancient clan and the Soul Clan to grow larger and larger. They were on completely different levels. They were simply walking the same path as the Desolate Clan in the past.
As for hugging Xiao Yan's thigh, Ling Feng just smiled. They were all modern people, people who had transmigrated, and people who grew up in a society where everyone was equal. No one would want to be someone else's little brother. Ling Feng also had his own backbone. Men, do you all care about face? Xiao Yan? It was already not bad if Xiao Yan did not send anyone to kill him. Moreover, Xiao Yan was unable to help the Shi clan. He had been doing all sorts of things to survive in the early stages. If he did not have the Tou She Ancient God's inheritance, what use would he be? And save the continent?
Ling Feng 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. He patted his head and thought gloomily. How long would he have to train for? He did not have the Flame Mantra and could use cheats indefinitely. Moreover, was that something that a human could train? Without the main character and great luck, it was impossible to fuse with the Strange Fire! It would be tragic if he played with fire and burned himself!
As he thought about it, it started to rain unconsciously. The tiny raindrops slowly dripped down and landed on Ling Feng's white brocade robe, wetting it one after another. He propped himself up with both hands and jumped off the stone table. Standing in the rain, he raised his arms and opened his fleshy palms, allowing the rain to gather in his palms. The transparent droplets were wet and cool, making one's heart tremble. The rain became heavier and heavier. In the courtyard, the flowers, grass, and trees were rustled by the raindrops, as if they were playing a beautiful melody and a symphony. It was intoxicating. The spiritual wind that was placed in the rain had already drenched her, reflecting her thin and weak body.
At this moment, Ling Feng thought of his parents, friends, and girlfriend before he transmigrated. Then, he thought of the present, battle energy, rain, and the spirit race.
Clenching his fists tightly, he thought,'There's still me, Su Tianyi, no, Lingfeng!' Perhaps, from now on, the spiritual wind was the real spiritual wind.
The young master of the Spiritual Race, Ling Feng!
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