Counterattack of Waste Materials: Another World Barrier

Chapter 1 The Waste That Comes Out Once in Ten Thousand Years
On the testing platform in Jingcheng Royal Plaza, a five or six-year-old child was surrounded by a group of old and young, and the crystal platform in the middle of the testing platform was dim, and even the test array showed no response at all.

"Oh my god, there is no spiritual root... not even the most basic spiritual vein!!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked, and the body of the child surrounded by him trembled slightly, he turned around and threw himself into the arms of an elder beside him, burying his little head deeply in it.

The elder in white seemed a little unwilling, protecting the person in his arms while constantly asking the person in front of him for proof.

"Impossible, impossible! The young master is the child of the third master. The third master and the third wife are so excellent. It is impossible for the young master to not even have spiritual roots. Impossible. You must have made a mistake somewhere!"

Several old men on the test platform looked down at the child in the young man's arms and shook their heads and sighed.

"Things are already very clear. Young Master Feng really doesn't have spiritual roots, and he hasn't even discovered the spiritual veins."

In the Kyushu Continent, where strength is the most respected and spiritual cultivation is the mainstay, those without spiritual roots can find another way to practice martial arts and Taoism, but those who do not even have spiritual veins cannot even touch the most basic martial arts, and After repeated tests just now, Feng Jiuyue, the young master of the Feng family, was indeed confirmed to be a waste that only occurs once in ten thousand years, a complete waste.

"Impossible, impossible! The young master is very smart, there is no way that the young master will be useless..."

The young man seemed unable to believe the results in front of him. Finally, a middle-aged man with a heroic figure and a domineering aura walked up to the test platform. The middle-aged man walked up to the young man and looked down at the young man. The child who didn't cry didn't know what was thinking in those plain eyes.

"Patriarch Feng, I'm sorry, the young master is indeed zero waste and has no spiritual veins."

The middle-aged man glanced at the old man in white robe in front of him and nodded, then bent down and hugged the child in the young man's arms.

The child was picked up by the middle-aged man. The moment he saw the other party, the child wanted to say something, but after looking around, he forcibly held back. In the end, he had to apologize to the person in front of him with a trembling voice.

"sorry Sorry……"

The middle-aged man's expression was still indifferent, but he just patted the little head of the person in his arms, then nodded slightly to everyone and said: "The head of this family has already known about this matter, please masters." After speaking, the middle-aged man left with the child in his arms , and the young man quickly caught up.

After that day, everyone in the world said that it took ten thousand years for the Feng family to see waste materials, no spiritual roots, no spiritual veins, unable to cultivate spirits, and even not qualified to practice martial arts. Since then, the name of Feng Jiuyue, the useless Feng family It quickly spread throughout Jingcheng, Dongyue, and even the entire Kyushu continent...

Eight years later.

The quiet night is like water.

A ray of moonlight poured in from the window, and the young boy who had been sleeping for several days on the bed under the gauze finally woke up leisurely.

The moonlight was soft, and when a soft silver flower fell on the bed, the young man's closed eyes finally slowly opened. When he opened his phoenix eyes again, he saw a pair of glazed eyes covered with a faint silver light by a burst of bright moonlight. , After the silver light, there was another flash of golden light, and the bright and clear eyes added a bit of color to the young man's thin and pale face.

"Feng...Jiuyue..."

The pain in her head finally gradually disappeared. The young boy blinked his heavy and dry eyes, and then looked at the gray ceiling for a long time. The strange and inexplicably familiar memories that emerged in her mind made her unable to react for a while.

Feng Jiuyue, the good-for-nothing young master who comes out once every ten thousand years...

　Yes, stupid Mo posted again...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)