The Qin Empire.

Wucheng.

The sky is covered with clouds, and bursts of thunder are faintly heard in the clouds. Such a gloomy weather makes people feel a little irritable and uneasy.

Liu's inner courtyard.

"Uncle Liu, today's tribe comparison, I want to try it. Can you please be more accommodating?"

A young man in green clothes was about sixteen years old bit his lips, and his yellow face showed a firm look. This time, the clan had to participate more than him. His mother was seriously ill in bed, and now he urgently needed a lot of money.

"Liu Feng, you are only at the first level of the spirit. It will not do you any good for participating in the clan competition. And you think about it, your mother is seriously ill in bed again, what should she do?"

Because the first level of Qi Ling is the initial stage of a cultivator, anyone who enters the first level of Qi Ling after entering the Yi Ling space at the age of thirteen, Uncle Liu was quite embarrassed. Looking at the ordinary boy in front of him, he had a good impression of the boy from the bottom of his heart and thought to himself: If it were my child, it would be great that he had the strength to work hard for this half of the time, but God would do anything to do to others.

"Uncle Liu, don't you often tell me that you can't protect yourself day and night without strong strength? I'm already holding the title of a waste. Even if I don't do it for myself but for my mother, my mother is seriously ill, and I will never want to see her as a waste son be cowardly. I want to feel the real difference with everyone through this tribe comparison, so you agree."

Liu Feng's yellow face showed an extremely firm expression, and he didn't consciously hold his hands tightly. Uncle Liu frowned his white eyebrows and looked at Liu Feng's eyes carefully, and his heart finally felt soft. He sighed and said earnestly,

"Liu Feng, I will make an exception and promise you once. You will remember that if you can't stand it, don't be too rude. If you need to beg for mercy, beg for mercy. It's important to save your life."

Liu Feng's expression was slightly happy, but then he quietly dimmed. In his clenched fist, his nails had already cut through his palms and blood flowed out.

But he seemed to know, and just thought to himself: Mother, my son cannot see you becoming haggard in front of me day by day because of pain, I cannot! My son is unfilial and has no ability to cure your illness with other methods.

After your son dies, you can get the money and treat your illness well. Please forgive me for not being able to be with you in the future and be filial!

"Come with me!"

Uncle Liu walked in front with a hunched body and led Liu Feng to the noisy courtyard behind him.

This is the Liu Family Wuchang, and today is also the place where the tribes compare every month.

"Beat him! Beat him!"

"Come on! Come on!"

A battle platform made of granite, three meters tall and five meters long and wide, surrounded by hundreds of teenagers, all of which were family children.

As the battle was fierce, and there were bursts of cheering and shouting, the boys blushed and excitedly waved their fists and shouted, looking at the two people fighting on the martial arts field with passion.

Not far ahead, on the granite battle platform, two tribesmen fought fiercely, each punching each other, making a muffled sound, and a few red blood dots on the blue shirt.

Liu Feng looked at the battle stage and was shocked by the scene in front of him. He was beaten with one punch and fist. Every time, blood was splattering everywhere, which made him feel shocked. His heart jumped up with a "bang" and his scalp was numb. He couldn't help but think: This is too miserable.

"Liu Feng, I think I'd better not participate." Uncle Liu looked at the boy hesitant and said.

"No! I will definitely participate!"

Liu Feng's yellow face flashed with hesitation, showing a stubborn look, as if he was yelling for himself, cheering himself up: How can I be afraid? I am not afraid of death, why are I afraid of these pains? If I can win a game, I can make enough money. Even if I die, I can still get life-saving money for my mother, which is worth it!

"Uncle Liu, you are here!"

Many people turned their eyes to Liu Feng and the others.

"Liu Feng, this time I will also participate in the clan competition!" Uncle Liu nodded slightly and sighed.

"Oh? It's really Liu Feng. Is the sun coming out from the west today? Are you afraid of being interrupted? Oh, why didn't the sun come out from the west?"

A young man in green clothes looked at Liu Feng with a sneer, pretended to look at the sky to the west, and said sarcastically.

"Hahaha" Everyone was amused by the funny appearance of this young man.

If young people who participate in the family competition win once, their quota in the family will be increased once; on the contrary, if they fail, the quota will be reduced accordingly.

However, if he unfortunately dies in the battle, the deceased's relatives can receive a generous pension. In addition, if a tribe like Liu Feng did not participate in the tribe competition, he can only get a very low fixed quota every month.

The top ten tribes usually have additional rewards. What's more, if someone can get the top three in all tribes within a year, then he will have the opportunity to go to the Sutra Pavilion to choose a practice technique so that he can quickly open the spirits and reach the realm of gathering spirits.

"Boom..."

Lightning flashed across the sky, and thunder sounded.

The strong wind is blowing, which is a sign before the storm is approaching.

At this time, Liu Feng discovered that with these lightning flashes passing by, Lingyun, which had been unable to be connected in the Danhai for a long time, had a trace of connection. Before Liu Feng could come, he was excited and stinging from the Danhai, as if he was about to explode.

He suddenly discovered that in the Danhai, the spiritual rhyme that was as big as a nail was clearly presented in front of him. The spiritual rhyme was bitten by a thunder dragon that was as big as a palm, as if it were the size of a thumb. Liu Feng thought to himself: This is my spiritual rhyme? No, what is that? Why is there a thunder dragon in my body, and it is still biting my spiritual rhyme!

Damn it, no wonder I couldn't contact Lingyun before, but I was bitten by this thunder dragon.

As the lightning and lightning intersected, trine-shaped arcs appeared in the air.

"Ah, it hurts so much!" Liu Feng exclaimed, his head seemed to be about to explode, and he felt the pain to the extreme. The piercing pain was like someone was cutting it in his head with a knife.

Uncle Liu just came back from the lottery and looked at Liu Feng, who was curled up like shrimps in front of him, and said with concern: "Liu Feng, are you okay? I think it's better not to participate. I'll discuss with them to cancel."

"Don't go!"

Liu Feng gritted his teeth, grabbed Uncle Liu's big fan's hand, endured the pain in his head and shook his head and said.

In a cup of tea, the ultimate pain that could not be explained finally disappeared.

Liu Feng breathed a sigh of relief and found that his blue shirt was already soaked in sweat, wet and sticky.

"It's so scary. I almost wanted to die just now!"

"I finally established a connection with Lingyun. No, I have a connection with the Thunder Dragon and the Lingyun it holds!"

At this moment, Liu Feng seemed to feel the thick clouds in the sky, and the lightnings seemed to have a mysterious connection with the thunder dragon in his body with the spiritual charm.

This magical and mysterious connection made him suddenly have a ridiculous illusion, just as if his spiritual thoughts were transmitted to the thunder dragon in his body, it would be possible to mobilize the thunder in the sky.

Before Liu Feng could think too much, he heard the middle-aged deacon next to the battle stand whispering loudly.

"In the next game, Liu Chan will fight against Liu Feng!"

Liu Feng took a deep breath, let go of the hand that was holding Uncle Liu tightly, turned his head to Uncle Liu with a heavy expression and said, "Uncle Liu, I have something to ask you."

"What's the matter? Tell me, Uncle Liu must be unambiguous if he can help." Uncle Liu frowned and nodded.

"Say to my mother for my sake, forgive me for not being able to do filial piety to her anymore!"

Uncle Liu hadn't reacted yet, but just looked at him in confusion. Liu Feng was afraid that he would be kept later, so he hurriedly turned around and walked towards the battle platform.

Not long after, Uncle Liu suddenly slapped his forehead, and suddenly realized that he had no time to stop him. He looked at Liu Feng's firm back and beat his chest with great regret and said, "Uncle Liu is so confused. I should have thought of it for a long time that this is your purpose!"

"It's actually a waste Liu Feng, who also participated. Liu Chan's life is so good. She actually chose such a weak opponent!"

"It should be that Liu Feng was unlucky, so he actually chose Liu Chan. Although he could defeat Liu Feng if he chose any of the participants, if the opponent was Liu Chan, this waste would be waiting to be instantly!"

"Let's bet, with Liu Chan's fifth level of spirit, it will take several moves to defeat Liu Feng!"

I don’t know who suggested it, and everyone applauded and started gambling.

"I'll bet!"

"I'll bet two tricks!"

"I'll bet too!"

...

Without exception, no one thought that Liu Feng could support three moves in Liu Chan's hands. All thought that Liu Feng could be solved with only two moves at most.

There are not many steps leading to the platform, only nine steps, but each step is more than one meter high. Liu Feng stood in front of the steps, took a deep breath, pressed his hands on the steps, lifted his feet, and climbed up the first step.

Everyone laughed even more when they saw this scene. At least they were jumping up. They never saw such steps climbing up, and it was so difficult.

Suddenly, Liu Feng held his hand tightly, and saw that there was still a step to go up. His raised feet were facing the last step, and his hands were trembling as if he had no strength and almost fell down.

There were screams and scolding under the battle stage.

"The waste is really a waste, and I almost fell off after I got on the battle platform."

"Haha, I bet he gets out of here and can't get on the battlefield!"

"Get down!"

Seeing this scene, some people even had the illusion that Liu Chan could win without taking action. For a moment, the shouts of "Get down! Go down!" were loudly heard.

These loud and harsh sounds were impossible to say that they were not affected. Liu Feng was sweating profusely. He looked at the battle platform that was blocking his progress, took a deep breath, and finally got up.

"I thought I didn't need to fight!"

On the other side, Liu Chan, dressed in white, looked at Liu Feng, who was standing on the platform and gasping for breath, showed disdain on his face, and three of them jumped onto the platform!

It attracted the audience to cheer loudly.

Liu Chan gave Liu Feng a contemptuous smile, but she was too lazy to talk to him. She turned to look at the middle-aged deacon in charge of the competition below, "I think he has recovered almost. Can you start?"

Seeing this, the deacon coldly asked Liu Feng, "Liu Feng, can you do it?"

"Can you start!" Liu Feng gritted his teeth and looked at the middle-aged deacon firmly. It was a look of looking at death!

"The competition begins!"

"Liu Feng, don't blame me for bullying the small ones. When you arrive at the battle stage, life and death will be based on your fate!"

"You can talk less nonsense, fight if you want to fight. I, Liu Feng, are not afraid of you!"

Although Liu Feng, who was determined to die, knew that he would lose his opponent, his mother's condition worsened every moment and simply angered Liu Chan to have fun!

"Hmph! Take my kick!"

Liu Chan took a few steps forward, kicked the ground, jumped up, and raised her feet beautifully in the air and kicked Liu Feng.
Chapter completed!