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Ning Xuan's figure flashed.

He stepped into the Hongmeng Secret Realm.

"Father!"

A surprised voice sounded.

It was Ning Qingyun!

He was idle at the entrance of the secret realm.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm looking for your mother."

Ning Xuan said.

"Did something happen?"

Ning Qingyun asked casually.

Ning Xuan thought about it.

He didn't hide it,

and told Ning Qingyun about the grievances between Jiang Yun and the Jiang family, as well as the reason for this sword domain competition.

This kind of thing naturally has a great impact on a child.

It just happens to activate his desire to become stronger.

Sure enough.

After listening to Ning Xuan's story, Ning Qingyun's face changed!

He clenched his fists angrily!

"Jiang family, damn Jiang family!"

"In the future, I will definitely return the shame my mother received to them ten thousand times!"

Looking at Ning Qingyun's state of chicken blood.

Ning Xuan nodded with satisfaction.

"It's good that you know."

After patting Ning Qingyun on the shoulder.

Ning Xuan was about to go find Jiang Yun.

"Father, wait a minute!"

At this time, Ning Qingyun stopped him again.

"Huh?"

Ning Xuan looked at him.

"Father, the Immortal Worship Conference will not start for another twelve years, right?"

"Let me fight on behalf of the Ning family in this Sword Domain Competition!"

"How can I ignore my mother's humiliation!"

Ning Qingyun's tone was full of anger.

But this time was not the last Ningcheng Martial Arts Competition.

The people of the Jiang family would not play along with him.

But Ning Xuan thought about it.

He also nodded and did not refuse.

"Great!"

"Thank you, father!"

Ning Qingyun clapped and cheered like a child!

Or he had thought of how to teach the Jiang family a lesson tomorrow.

Of course, in Ning Xuan's eyes, he was just a child.

Courage is important.

But stubborn courage often has serious consequences.

Even if Ning Qingyun wants to accept this challenge, he should first find out what the other party's strength is.

Instead of just acting on impulse.

Of course, this may also be because he listened to Ning Xuan's story and didn't care after learning about his mother's experience.

But no matter what.

Ning Xuan shook his head in his heart.

This child still has a long way to go before he can really grow up.

The so-called growing up is not about age.

It's not about how smart a person is.

The most basic thing is to have the ability to protect yourself.

Not only in terms of cultivation, but also in terms of brains.

"Then tomorrow's Sword Domain Competition will be left to you."

"But..."

Ning Xuan's smile disappeared.

"That Jiang Jun'er has entered the Saint Realm!"

"Are you really sure you can defeat her?"

"By then, let alone washing away the shame, I'm afraid it will be even more embarrassing."

Ning Qingyun is only going through the tribulation now!

The gap between transcending the tribulation and entering the sainthood is so big that it makes people despair!

Moreover, Ning Qingyun's talent is actually far behind that of a true genius.

The only thing that stands out about him is probably his internal cultivation.

It is more than a hundred times that of the cultivators of the same level!

This is all brought by the imperial-level skills obtained under the cliff.

He himself can't bring out much.

"This, this..."

Hearing Ning Xuan say that the opponent is entering the sainthood.

Ning Qingyun's face was embarrassed.

But soon his eyes lit up again.

"Father, I really haven't thought about this problem, but you are different. You are the domain king. You let me fight. You must have a way to help me, right?"

In Ning Qingyun's heart, his father is an omnipotent god!

He has never found any problem that his father cannot solve.

It seems that any difficulty in the world can be easily solved in front of his father!

From childhood to adulthood, it has always been like this.

Or it will be like this in the future!

"You, remember to practice more and read more."

Ning Xuan was helpless.

"Yeah, yeah."

Ning Qingyun nodded obediently.

Like an obedient child.

But he didn't agree in his heart!

Reading?

What the hell!

As soon as he saw those dense words, his scalp tingled!

Those words got into his mind like a sleepyhead.

He just wanted to go home and sleep...

"Although the Saint Realm is strong, it is not invincible."

"Your hundred times cultivation is your greatest advantage, and your only advantage."

Ning Xuan thought for a while.

Then he closed his eyes slightly.

Countless martial arts were being deduced in his mind!

He was already a great emperor. If he created an emperor-level technique, it would be very difficult.

Even if he was a great emperor, it would take countless time to create an emperor's technique.

But if he only created a Saint-level technique!

That would be completely different!

It's like a college scumbag trying to calculate addition, subtraction, multiplication and division within ten!

They are two completely different things, a complete dimensionality reduction attack!

Buzz buzz!

Mysterious aura floated around Ning Xuan.

Looking at his father with flying white hair.

Ning Qingyun's eyes were full of respect and yearning.

His greatest pursuit in the past!

was to surpass his father!

His father was like a mountain, shielding him from all the wind and rain!

But most children don't hide behind the mountain when they grow up!

Instead, they want to cross this mountain and prove themselves.

Now.

When Ning Qingyun finally became more sensible.

He really knew that this mountain was so majestic and top-notch!

It was so difficult to surpass it!

But...

"Father!"

"Even if the crisis ahead is full of muddy and muddy, I will eventually prove myself to you!"

Ning Qingyun clenched his fist and swore.

His goal was no longer to surpass it at the beginning!

But to prove it now.

...

After a few breaths, Ning Xuan stopped the deduction.

In order to make himself look more like.

He pretended to be very tired.

"Qingyun."

"Father..."

Looking at his father's tired appearance and white hair.

Ning Qingyun's nose was sore.

He hurriedly went up to support him.

If he had grown up, his father was still so tired!

Then what was the meaning of his growing up?

"Father, I will definitely grow up as soon as possible!"

"You used to shield me from the wind and rain, and now it will be my turn to shield you!"

Looking at Ning Qingyun who was secretly wiping tears.

Ning Xuan laughed.

No wonder it is said that deep affection cannot be retained since ancient times, only routines can win people's hearts.

Ning Xuan trembled his hands.

Just right for Ning Qingyun to see.

The passion of the young man to declare war on the Jiang family before had long dissipated.

Only silence and bitterness remained.

"This skill is called [Spiritual One Finger]."

"Although it is only of Saint-level quality, it is very suitable for you."

Seeing that Ning Qingyun was in a bad mood.

Ning Xuan comforted:

"Are you worried about tomorrow's game? Afraid that you will lose?"

Of course he knew what really made Ning Qingyun silent.

So he said that deliberately.

"No, not really. Father underestimated me. How could I be afraid of losing."

Ning Qingyun forced a smile.

"That's good."

Ning Xuan nodded.

He handed the technique in his hand to Ning Qingyun.

"There is no strongest technique in the world, only the most suitable technique."

"Your hundred-fold cultivation, combined with this Lingxi Finger, is a perfect match."

"This Lingxi Finger can instantly burst out with huge power!"

"The stronger the cultivation, the more power it will burst out, and you, well, your cultivation is better than when I was young."

"Come on, tomorrow it depends on you."

Ning Qingyun didn't know if he heard it or not.

Holding the Lingxi Finger.

His face twitched.

"Yun'er, this technique was not created by me, but I got it by accident. I won't disturb you from practicing. I'll leave first."

Ning Xuan waved his hand generously.

Then he left trembling.

Looking at Ning Xuan's back.

Until he left completely.

Ning Qingyun, who was originally like a wooden man, collapsed instantly.

Sobbing.

The tears covered his vision.

He grabbed Lingxi's finger.

But in his mind, there was only his father's tired back.

The heart felt like a knife cutting!

"Father, how can I repay you? How can I repay you?"

"You took the trouble to create the technique for me, and you said it was given by someone else. Do you think I'm a fool? Woo woo woo..."

After a while, Ning Qingyun calmed down.

Even if he wanted to cry!

Not now.

Because the competition tomorrow is still staring at him.

"Father, I will never let you down!"

Ning Qingyun clenched Lingxi's finger.

He started practicing desperately!

He thought it would be difficult, but he was wrong.

In less than half an hour, he completely mastered Lingxi Yizhi!

Is this because of talent?

Ning Qingyun knows himself.

His talent is not really top-notch.

There is only one reason why he can practice so fast...

This technique is too suitable for him!

It can even be said to be tailor-made for him!

"Father can't create a holy technique in just a few breaths..."

"He is just a saint."

"How much time and effort did he put into preparing this technique..."

Looking at the huge pit caused by Lingxi Yizhi in the distance!

Ning Qingyun was silent.

There was no joy of success.

Only speechless discomfort.

He is not a fool.