Invincible Evocation

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The scorching sun hangs high in the sky of the world. The red light hit the ground like a rocket, and the ground was on fire, reflecting the flames of boiling oil. Transpiration, suffocation, violent, and boring, almost make people's cells and fibers tremble and burst.

However, under this scorching daylight, a young man stood naked on the square with his head high. His body has healthy bronze skin, and he seeps out puffy beads of sweat under the strong sunlight.

Although his face is not handsome and handsome, his twinkle eyes are particularly bright. His eyes are full of perseverance and boldness.

"drink……"

A soft roar erupted from his mouth, like a roar of a dragon, full of masculine power.

The boy stepped out, his bare feet stomped heavily on the dry and cracked ground. Although there are some fine rubble on it, he seems to be totally unaware.

Then, his clenched fists blasted forward.

There was a faint piercing sound in the void, which was the sound of the shocking air after the speed of the fist reached a certain level.

He just walked forward with fist after fist, and with every step he took, he had the kind of magnanimous aura of going straight forward and never going back. The stronger his fist wind, the faster his fist speed, and the greater his momentum.

It's just that, every time he punches like this, he goes all out. After ten punches in a row, although his momentum has climbed to the highest peak, it cannot last.

"drink……"

The last roar was heard, and the boy punched his tenth punch.

His punch was extremely powerful and seemed to knock out all the energy in his body. The violent fist wind echoed in the void, seeming to make a harsh crackling sound.

The power of this fist is almost no less than the power of a real martial artist.

However, after the punch, the boy's body was staggered. He stepped forward quickly, finally standing still, gasping for breath.

After a long time, his breath finally calmed down.

He raised his head, but there was a trace of annoyance on his slightly stubborn face.

Not far away, a middle-aged man walked slowly and stood beside him. The face of this middle-aged man was very similar to that of the young man, but he looked quite old.

He looked at the young man's face. Although he had an answer long ago, he couldn't help but ask with the last glimmer of hope: "Triumph, how is it?"

The boy lowered his head, he pursed his mouth and shook his head.

With a light sigh, the middle-aged man was silent for a while, and said: "Triumphant, forget it, maybe you don't have the talent to become a martial artist. Hey, in fact, our family lives like this, much better than many others. "

The boy suddenly looked up, he looked at his father in surprise, and said, "Father, what are you talking about? Do you want me to give up?"

The middle-aged man gave a wry smile and said: "My child, sometimes people still have to admit their fate." He paused, and said: "Since you are sensible, you have taught you Rong family boxing for your father, but until this year, you have not condensed. There was a hint of real anger. Hey, this may be God's will."

He looked at the son in front of him, with an indescribable bitterness in his eyes.

Rong Yiyang, one of the direct descendants of the Rong family.

However, although he was born in a direct family, he left his home and came here to take care of a remote farm in his family because he couldn't condense his true energy before the age of fifteen decades ago.

For the direct children of the Rong family, such an ending is actually equivalent to eating, drinking and waiting to die. Even some powerful collateral children are far more beautiful than him.

After arriving here, Rong Yiyang fell into a slump. Although he did not completely give up martial arts, he became a bit self-defeating because of the lack of the heart of fighting for the upper reaches. For decades, he still has not been able to condense a trace of true energy.

However, since the birth of his son, he has put all his hopes on the boy Rong Kaixuan.

The reason for the name Triumph is that it naturally contains a desire in his heart that has never been mentioned to anyone.

However, the wish is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

This kid has worked hard since he was a child and has never been lazy. However, Cangtian never seemed to care for him. To this day, when he is approaching the limit of fifteen years old, he still cannot condense his true energy.

So far, even Rong Yiyang, who was not reconciled anymore, had to give up.

Rong Kaixuan pressed his lips tightly, and the color on his lips became pale due to excessive force.

He said unwillingly: "Father, don't worry, I will definitely be able to condense the true energy."

Rong Yiyang shook his head disheartenedly, and said, "My child, in fact, with your qualifications and hard work, you can condense your true energy a year ago. However, every time the result is missed. Hey, this Maybe it's destined." He sighed and said: "Moreover, you will be 15 years old in three months. Before that day, if you can't condense your true energy, you will be in martial arts for the rest of your life. There will be no great future in cultivation. Therefore, it is actually good to give up now and be a rich man with peace of mind."

Although he kept comforting his son, the loneliness and regret in his heart could not be concealed.

Rong Kaixuan raised his eyebrows, and he suddenly said, "Daddy, you are right. In fact, every time a child tries to punch a punch this year, he can feel it. But it's just a kick..." His eyes flashed, and he said, "Father, if I enter the deep mountain trial, I might have a breakthrough."

Rong Yiyang's face changed drastically, and he immediately shouted: "Fart, I don't allow you to mess around." Looking up into the distance, he said: "Our seniors from the Rong family patrol the forest every year. There is no danger. But. In the deep mountains, God knows that there is a crisis, and even the warriors dare not go deep. If you kid go in, it will be meat buns and dogs.

Rong Kaixuan said in a deep voice: "Father, but you once said that only when we practice martial arts under the environment of nine deaths can we stimulate our own potential and let ourselves go further on the road of practice. ."

Rong Yiyang stretched out his hand and lit him with an ugly face, and said, "What nonsense, huh, we warriors can indeed burst out potential when we are alive and dead, releasing much greater power than usual, and even breaking through our own shackles. Realm is also common. But, do you know what is a life of nine deaths?" He said viciously: "The so-called life of nine deaths is to put yourself in a mortal environment. If you can't break through, then you must die. Hey, you can guarantee, Can I definitely break through?"

Rong Kaixuan was startled, he lowered his head.

If he falls into the realm of death, can he break through himself in that moment and condense his true energy?

Even he himself could not answer this question.

Rong Yiyang flicked his sleeves fiercely and said: "There are indeed people who can survive the environment of nine deaths, and they have all achieved great glory. However, the people who died in this situation are It’s more, they don’t even have a chance to leave a name. Hmph, listen to me, my father never wants you to go deep in the mountains. It’s not nine deaths, but ten deaths. You... understand. Is it?"

When he said the last sentence, his voice and expression were sharp, and his face even had a trace of hideousness.

After all, Rong Kaixuan was just a young man. When he was forced by his father's momentum, the courage in his heart suddenly dissipated a lot.

Nodding blankly, Rong Kaixuan's body slowly relaxed.

Rong Yiyang then patted his shoulder and said, "It's late, you can go down and rest for a while. Hey, there are still three months, we can try a few more times."

It's just that when he said this, he didn't even hold out any hope.

Countless attempts over a year have exhausted his patience and hope.

Rong Kaixuan nodded, he turned and left. However, he did not return to his home, but slowly left Zhuangzi and walked towards the tall forest.

Looking at the direction he left, Rong Yiyang sighed and returned to the manor alone.

Rong Kaixuan left in the opposite direction to the dense forest behind the manor. Those tall dwarf forests were still planted by Rong Yiyang's orders, and they formed a large scale after decades.

Therefore, Rong Yiyang would feel relieved when he saw his son walking towards the arbor.

Rong Kaixuan swiftly walked into the forest. For some reason, after listening to his father's words, his heart seemed to be blocked by a big stone, and he couldn't vent his depression.

He sat on the ground slowly next to the largest tree in the coppice.

I kept coming up in my mind when I was punching and my father was teaching.

He did not know when his fists were already clenched, and he made a decision in his heart. Even if he is over fifteen years old, he will never give up martial arts practice.

"call……"

There was a flash of light in front of him suddenly, and a figure appeared in front of Rong Kaixuan like a ghost.

Rong Kaixuan's eyes rounded in a daze, and in front of him, I don't know when there was an old man with white hair. The old man's face was covered with blood, and what was even more incredible was that only a small part of the old man's body was left.

Below his chest, there was nothing more, even the internal organs seemed to run out.

However, the old man is not dead yet.

He stared at Rong Kaixuan with bloodshot eyes open, and he suddenly got goose bumps.

"Hey, you want me to die and want to **** my things. Even if the old man is a cheap outsider, he will never give you success."

The old man gave a grinning grin, and suddenly reached out and patted Rong Kaixuan's body.

Although Rong Kaixuan wanted to avoid him, the speed of the old man was too fast. Moreover, after his light pat, Rong Kaixuan's consciousness suddenly became blurred, his head tilted, his body fell, and he passed into a gorgeous coma.

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