Legend of the Mythological Genes

"Guardian?" Feng Lin was surprised. What's the meaning?

"That's right! As long as you are my guardian, you can return to the Interstellar Sect with me!" Feng Shaoyou nodded with a smile, as if you had made a big deal.

"As your guardian, what responsibilities and obligations do I have to fulfill?" Feng Lin asked calmly without losing his composure.

There are no traps in the sky.

This Feng Shaoyou had no reason to do with him, so he wouldn't be so kind, he must have his own interests.

The Warden sounds like some kind of vassal of someone else.

Feng Lin had to figure out the reason, otherwise he would be a fool not to know if he was sold by others.

Feng Shaoyou saw that Feng Lin did not lose his mind because of this great thing that suddenly fell on his head, and his eyes became more appreciative, "The word guardian comes from ancient practice books, and the duty is very simple. The star is too big and dangerous. Not only There are those terrifying alien races, and there are various contradictions within human beings. It is not peaceful. If a monk wants to grow up, it is very difficult, and he will fall anytime and anywhere. Therefore, those monks with a bright future will look for their own guardians Those who have combat power far surpass their peers. And after the monks grow up, they will also support their own Dharma protectors. This is a completely mutually beneficial relationship!"

Having said that, Feng Shaoyou looked at Feng Lin with a smile, as if seeing him ecstatic and eager to agree.

What protector?

It turned out to be someone else's thug.

Feng Lin sneered. What's so good about such a guardian?

"Tian Xingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement. Sorry, if I want to go to StarCraft, I will be admitted to StarCraft University on my own. I will never do such a thing as someone else's vassal!" Feng Lin really refused.

"You refused?" Feng Shaoyou's smile quickly faded, his face was ugly, cold as ice, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

An icy breath rose from his body, making the air heavy.

Feng Lin didn't notice anything, his eyes were as calm as before, and he looked directly at the other party.

"Do you know what opportunity you missed?" After a long stalemate, Feng Shaoyou spoke coldly, his eyes full of anger that "this person doesn't know how to praise".

Chance?

A sneer curled up at the corner of Feng Lin's mouth.

Only what he strives for with self-improvement is his own opportunity, and he doesn't bother to take what others give him!

"The solar system is the star field with the lowest level of interstellar cultivation. Even the Bermuda star field, the Caribbean star field, and the Mediterranean star field... These chaotic star fields full of star robbers are not comparable! It is because the spirit matter in the solar system has been destroyed by the ancients. The cultivation civilization is exhausted, relying on the entire interstellar supply of cultivation resources. It is already the limit to be a monk elite here, and it is impossible to aspire to it! There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys become kings. If you want to get a broader In the future, you can only go to the interstellar. As a member of the Feng family branch, returning to the interstellar family is your greatest hope, and only I can help you..." Feng Shaoyou said in a cold and blunt tone.

Seeing that he was talking endlessly, Feng Lin shook his head and interrupted him, "You don't need to worry about it! It should be mine, and I don't want a cent of what others give me! I will rely on With your own efforts and strength, you will enter the interstellar world!"

He said so.

What's the point of practicing if you can't continue to improve yourself if you become an interstellar cultivator?

Feng Lin has been relying on himself all the way. Has he ever relied on others?

Not before, not now, and not in the future!

The true meaning of a monk is to constantly break the shackles of life and fate through practice.

Once you rely on others, lose your autonomy and freedom, and become a vassal of others, what is the point of practicing?

In the myth, in order to get rid of the control of the Heavenly Court, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven made a big disturbance in the sky, and even dared to overthrow the gods and Buddhas in the sky!

Feng Lin walked the path of Monkey King's mythology, and realized the immortal will of the Great Sage, let alone make such a choice, otherwise, wouldn't it be too embarrassing for the path of Monkey King's mythology!

"So, you really don't want to be my guardian?" Feng Shaoyou's gaze was like a sword, and he came over to ask, with bursts of dangerous aura rising from his body.

Seeing that he still looks very good about himself, as if he missed some important opportunity if he didn't agree with him, Feng Lin secretly smiled, and became more and more sure that his choice was extremely accurate.

Not to mention that Feng Lin would never be someone else's vassal.

Even if someone is willing to be a vassal, Feng Shaoyou's narrow mind is definitely not a suitable person to follow.

"That's right! As a monk, you have to rely on your own efforts. There's no need to ask others! Don't mention the matter of protecting the Dharma anymore! It's impossible for me to agree." In order to prevent this person from continuing to entangle, Feng Lin said firmly, There is no room for relaxation.

boom!

Feng Shaoyou's face became angry, and he stopped suppressing.

A majestic wave of life force rose in the body, condensed like substance, and crashed down like a mountain, wanting to completely suppress Feng Lin, the disobedient person.

Soft ones won’t work, so come hard ones?

Feng Lin sneered, without any fear, he faced the past directly.

It has to be said that this wave of life force is very strong, and it is the strongest person Feng Lin has ever seen.

He was convinced of his previous judgment, that Feng Shaoyou was indeed an elite monk.

As expected of being a disciple of the clan, he is such a strong person who comes out casually!

But if this person wants to use his aura to make himself surrender, it would be too easy!

Feng Lin came all the way, experienced the civil war on Mars, and fought with Giant Pharmaceutical... What haven't you seen?

Even the Titans have fought, maybe they are just man-made gods created by genetic engineering, and their fighting power is not top among monk elites, but they have awakened perfect primitive genes, and their fighting power is definitely not weak.

With his own strength, Feng Lin could desperately defeat him in one fell swoop.

Although Feng Shaoyou was a big level ahead of him, Feng Lin was not in vain.

Who is strong and who is weak, you have to fight to know!

What is he afraid of?

Waves of coercion swept over like a storm, but Feng Lin felt the breeze blowing on his face, with a faint smile on his face, unmoved.

"Huh?" Feng Shaoyou was startled. As an interstellar monk, Feng Lin could face his pressure so easily, and his cultivation was already infinitely close to that of elite monks.

To reach this level in the chaotic star field of the solar system, the talent is limitless.

He started to subdue Feng Lin more and more, and spoke again.

"Do you know how lofty our Feng family's status is in the interstellar world! It is a true descendant of the Three Emperors, inherited the Fuxi gene, is recognized by the world as a famous interstellar family, and has a lot of cultivation resources! The Huaxia Republic occupies the entire Eastern Milky Way. The territory is huge , It’s unimaginable. We Feng clan members come from a large family, and we can enjoy privileges wherever we go. It is a blessing for others to enter the clan! Anyway!..."

Seeing that he was still aloof, Feng Lin sneered even more.

Only by becoming a vassal of others can one return to this interstellar family!

What a pity!

Feng Lin finally got rid of the shackles of the family with his own efforts, how could he foolishly fall into a bigger fire pit?

In this way, wouldn't all the previous efforts become a big joke?

Famous interstellar family, aristocratic family?

Feng Lin spoke in a deep voice, every word, like a stone falling to the ground, with a clang.

"No need! I will not return to the Interstellar Sect! Because..."

"I~is~name~men!"

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