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Chapter Thirty-Three May You Give It To Me

Hearing the young man's impassioned words, Li Fengnian shook his head slightly. This was almost an obsession of his three sons.

However, he was born with a weak body. Although he was extremely intelligent, he was unable to make vigorous progress in his spiritual practice due to his weak body.

However, unlike Li Fengnian, Xu Feng's eyes were as bright as the stars in the night sky. He looked directly at Li Qingshan and asked solemnly: "Are you sure? Cultivation is very hard, and the monks who go to the border battlefield almost escape death, no matter whether it is Shenzong

Disciple, or third-rate sect disciple, it’s all the same.”

After hearing Xu Feng's words, Li Qingshan's behavior was completely different from that of other teenagers who heard these words for the first time.

He nodded heavily with excitement and longing on his face: "I'm sure! I'm not afraid! I've been preparing for this for ten years!"

Xu Feng was slightly surprised, stood up and asked: "How old are you this year?"

"Ten years old." The boy raised his head and replied firmly.

"Then you have been preparing for ten years?" Xu Feng smiled.

The young man raised his right hand slightly, clenched his fist heavily in front of his chest and hammered: "Li Qingshan only wants to kill the enemy in this life!"

Xu Feng raised his eyebrows, as if he saw the shadow of another person in this stubborn young man.

That person shocked the entire Qingshan Sect to their core.

Everyone said that his qualifications were extremely poor and that he would not be able to enter the Yun Shen in this life, but he entered the underworld alone without saying a word.

With Poying's fifth-level cultivation, he survived alone for a year in the underworld outside the underworld battlefield.

When he returned, his storage bag was filled with the bones of the Nether Clan, among which there were six skeletons of the Nether General, and the total number of other low-level Nether Clan corpses totaled tens of thousands.

And his cultivation level has also entered the third level of Yun Shen.

Although his cultivation level is the lowest among the ten divine sons of the current divine sect, he is only at the ninth level of Yun Shen.

But its combat power is not the last!

This Li Qingshan is quite suitable to become the disciple of the Qingshan Shen Sect.

However, who let me meet him first?

"Since you have this intention, I can promise you to nourish your body well in the past two years and not practice Yuanli. When you are twelve years old, I will teach you the practice method that will lead you directly to the great road."

Xu Feng said lightly.

A burst of hope suddenly ignited in the young man's eyes: "You won't lie to me?!!!"

"I won't lie to you!"

Xu Feng nodded slightly, but his tone was solemn.

For some reason, when the young man saw Xu Feng, he always felt that he had an indescribable temperament.

That temperament makes people want to get close and trust her.

"Master, please bow to me as a disciple!"

Li Qingshan fell to his knees with a sudden "bang" and said loudly.

Then, with lightning speed, he kowtowed to Xu Feng three times.

No one expected this scene.

Even the Lis and his wife on the side opened their mouths, not understanding what happened.

"Mr. Mu, what's going on?" Li Fengnian hurriedly stepped forward and asked, with a hint of questioning.

The third lady on the side helped Li Qingshan up and looked at him with concern.

Xu Feng curled his lips. He didn't want to explain, but he thought that this man would be his disciple's father in the future, so he said casually: "Of course I have a way to help him build up his foundation and let him go further. Now he

Now that I have made my choice, I will accept this apprentice."

Li Fengnian was stunned: "Do you really have a way?"

Xu Feng looked at him without saying a word, but directly released his true cultivation aura towards Li Fengnian alone.

In an instant, Li Fengnian's expression changed drastically, he looked at Xu Feng in shock, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "The peak of the divine realm!"

The third lady and Liu Bufan on the side looked shocked, while Li Qingshan looked enthusiastic.

Xu Feng smiled slightly and shook his head: "He will follow me from now on."

Li Fengnian remained silent.

This Xu Feng really gave him a lot of surprises today.

So much so that he even felt a little confused.

Finally, he bowed his hands to Xu Feng with a dazed look on his face and said nothing more.

A monk in his twenties who is at the peak of the divine realm, what does this mean?

Unimaginable.

A long time later, when Xu Feng left, several traitors died in the Li family in Luoxia City, and there was a lot more laughter.

Xu Feng had a storage bag containing 30 million yuan stones on his waist, and a note in his hand.

With a satisfied smile, he walked towards the west of the city.

There's still things to do.

In a dark and narrow alley on Luoxia City West Street, there is a shop with a shabby sign.

Tongbaozhai.

The shopkeeper is a sloppy old man with only one eye left.

This old man was once a famous weapon-refining master, and his cultivation had reached the realm of Hedao, and he was quite famous in the three realms of Xuanjie.

Unfortunately, he offended an elder of Shenzong and was plotted to become disabled. In the end, his cultivation level declined and he was even kicked out of the Xuanjie Weapon Refining Alliance.

Now he runs such a shabby shop to refine some low-level magic weapons to sustain himself for the rest of his life.

But he has something here that Xu Feng needs.

"What do you want?"

Seeing Xu Feng walking in, the old man said lazily without raising his head, as if he didn't care whether the guest would buy something.

Although his cultivation level has declined, he is still quite confident in refining weapons.

However--

"I want that thousand-illusion face."

Xu Feng didn't even look at the dazzling array of magic weapons on the shelves around him. He walked directly to the deepest part of the store, stood in front of the old man, looked at the old man and said.

The old man suddenly looked up at him, his eyes filled with shock and murderous intent: "Who are you?"

"Heart Lock, Soul Burning Technique!" Xu Feng whispered.

Wow——

The old man stood up instantly, and the aura of Yunshen's peak cultivation suddenly burst out in a very small area.

All the magic weapons on the table fell to the ground with a loud noise, and some precious materials even fell to pieces.

However, the old man didn't realize it. He just put his hands on the table and stared at Xu Feng with his only one eye, as if he wanted to eat Xu Feng.

The heart lock is the magic weapon he created for his beloved disciple to keep at the bottom of the box.

The soul-burning technique was the last desperate skill he passed down to his disciples.

But his disciple died beside the devil

"My disciple——"

Xu Feng interrupted him and said solemnly: "Rogue cultivator Liu Jiao"

"Died in battle at the Devil's Edge battlefield at the foot of the Heavenly Broken Mountain 90,000 Miles Away"

"Cultivating to the seventh level of Yun Shen, when he died, his body had numerous broken bones and muscles, and he was tortured to death."

"I'm here today. If I want to avenge him, all kinds of changes are necessary! You are willing to give it to me!"

The old man gasped rapidly, flashes of thunderous light flashed in his one eye, and his face was full of anger and murderous intent, which finally turned into deep hatred and sadness.

"Who are you?" The old man clenched his hands tightly.

"Tianxuan, Xu Feng." Xu Feng said lightly.

The old man's eyes suddenly opened wide and he stared blankly at Xu Feng.

After a long time, he closed his eyes suddenly, and a clear tear fell from the corner of his eye.

Finally, as if he had exhausted his last strength, he said solemnly: "Here you go!"

He didn't ask why Xu Feng appeared here and was able to find him.

He didn't ask Xu Feng why he wanted to avenge his disciple.

He didn't even ask Xu Feng if he could avenge his only disciple.

The old man just placed an item on the table with great care, and then slowly sat back on the recliner, feeling as if he had aged several years.

"You can use it by injecting your elemental energy." He said dullly.

And all this is just because of those four words.

Revenge him.

That's enough.
Chapter completed!
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