No matter how talented a warrior is, it will take at least more than ten years to go from the Inscription Realm to the Lingwei Realm.

Ordinary warriors may not be able to go from the Inscription Realm to the Lingwei Realm for thirty or fifty years, or even for a lifetime!

Chen Kuang went from the Inscription Realm to the Lingwei Realm for two months, which was simply an unimaginable miracle.

Of course, this is also related to Chen Kuang himself.

The foundation fell and the cultivation level fell, but Chen Kuang's realm of the God of War still exists. Re-cultivating it is just a matter of time.

How can a cultivator at the third level of the Lingwei Realm be an opponent in front of Chen Kuang at the same level?

After glanced at the team that was already shocked and terrified, Chen Kuang looked at Yang Yuting not far away and said, "You should be glad that you are a woman, but this is only once, if you dare to provoke me again, you will be killed without mercy!"

After saying that, Chen Kuang turned around and walked into the gate of Xuanlan Mansion.

No one dared to stop the entourages present in the Zhao family and the Yang family.

A strong man from the Lingwei Realm was killed in one move. Who would dare to come up and die?

With such movements, many people had already gathered up at the city gate.

"Who is this person? He actually killed a powerful Lingwei Realm at a young age?"

"The eldest young master of the Zhao family in Baiyun City was killed, and Baiyun City is about to make a comeback!"

"This young man is so brave. The Zhao family in Baiyun City is a wealthy family!"

Many people were shocked by the discussion!

Yang Yuting was trembling all over, her eyes were filled with horror, and the scorching pain on her face could not be felt.

She never thought that a young man in ordinary clothes was actually a bad star, without any extra words from beginning to end, and just started to do it.

After killing Zhao Hu and a strong man in Lingwei Realm, the young man didn't even blink.

A gust of wind blew, and Yang Yuting shivered. Looking at Zhao Hu, who was dead and ferocious on the ground, and the middle-aged strong man in the Zhao family, he couldn't help but feel chills on his back, feeling like he was escaping from death.

"The eldest young master was killed, go and notify the master!"

After a full moment, the Zhao family's entourage came to their senses, their faces changed drastically, and the fear in their eyes could not fade.

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Chen Kuang entered Xuanlan Mansion City and was thinking about some things in his mind.

Killing a cultivator at the third level of the Spirit Micro Realm is a trivial matter.

In the sixth level, Chen Kuang is also a common occurrence in killing his opponent across a large realm.

Just now, he punched him and felt sorry for him. However, it actually contained Chen Kuang's understanding of combat skills for hundreds of years and the general trend of his original cultivation level.

Then how could the middle-aged Zhao family be the opponent?

"It will take some time to get back repaired."

Chen Kuang's mouth raised a curve.

If this is in the sixth level of heaven, a spiritual micro-level cultivator can only be considered an ant in front of him. He can kill him by releasing a little aura, but now he has to take action himself.

Xuanlan Mansion City is extremely lively.

This world has only been in the past six years, but the streets and alleys have changed a lot.

With the memories in his mind, Chen Kuang came to the alley at his doorstep six years ago.

Xuanlan Mansion is not extremely prosperous everywhere.

Many poor people can only live in slums.

The uneven and narrow paths in the alleys, cracked walls, and wild weeds and wild flowers growing wildly in the cracks, these were Chen Kuang's teenage memories for six hundred years.

Ordinary courtyard, old courtyard gate.

Even though Chen Kuang was in the previous life of fighting against the two gods of the Taoist Spirit and Taoism, he could not help but feel trembling in his heart and his body was trembling.

The wooden courtyard door was opened diagonally and had not been closed.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Kuang took a deep breath before stepping in.

There was no one in the yard, and some flowers and plants were planted and some coarse cloth clothes were dried.

The flowers and plants in the yard are all varieties that my mother liked at the time.

"Who are you?"

Someone came back from outside the hospital. A young man about eighteen or nineteen years old looked almost the same as Chen Kuang.

But the young man was extremely thin and thin, with a coarse cloth robe covering his body, and he was a little worried that he would be blown away by the wind.

However, the young man's eyes were black and radiant, and he exuded a sense of cleverness.

Chen Kuang turned around and looked at the thin young man, his eyes trembled violently.

I remember that year, my mother took a thin boy who was picking up garbage and eating from the street.

"If you want, stay and be a servant, do housework, and accompany Chen Kuang to read and write. What do you think?"

"I am willing to stay, pay homage to the wife, pay homage to the young master."

The boy was very clever and kowtowed and bowed.

The mother asked the boy what he wanted to do when he grew up.

The boy held his tender face and said timidly: "I want to be a rich and powerful person when I grow up. I can eat big cakes every day and never have to pick up garbage to eat."

"Then you will call it Fugui, Chen Fugui."

From then on, the boy stayed in this ordinary but warm courtyard and grew up naked with Chen Kuang.

At this moment, the thin young man looked at the uninvited guests at home and always felt a little familiar.

"Fugui, you have grown a lot taller."

Holding the trembling in his eyes, Chen Kuang smiled slightly. This guy has grown taller, but he is still so thin and thin.

With such a familiar voice, Chen Fugui's trembling eyes, the blurred figure became clearer and clearer in the depths of his trembling eyes.

Over the past six years, the figure who was thinking about day and night suddenly appeared in front of him.

Suddenly, Chen Fugui's eyes were as if they were electrocuted, his body trembled, and the basket in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

"Young...Master?"

Chen Fugui tentatively, is this really the young master?

It’s because the gods really opened their eyes. Is the young master really not dead?

"Not me, who else."

Chen Kuang laughed.

"You are really a young master..."

Chen Fugui's eyes widened, rushed forward with a quick glance, pinched Chen Kuang's arm, his eyes turned red, and his body trembled more and more. He was sure that this was a living person, and he couldn't help crying.

"Young Master, you are really you..."

Over the past six years, he has been thinking day and night, how much he hopes that the young master will come back one day.

But for the past six years, the young master seemed to have evaporated from the world and there was no news anymore.

But now, the young master who has been thinking about day and night every day for six years has really come back. This is the living young master.

"Young Master, you are really not dead. You are back, you are really back..."

Chen Fugui's voice choked and trembled, tears covered his eyes, and he could no longer help but burst into tears.

"I'm not dead, I'm alive."

Chen Kuang was also worried that from childhood to adulthood, both his mother and himself had never really regarded Chen Fugui as a servant.
Chapter completed!