Reborn Sword Emeperor in the City

"How is that possible?" Yuxin looks back. The leaves just now are fixed on the boulder, and the boulder cracks. Yuxin is stupid, which is beyond her understanding.

"This... How is this done? The leaves are so soft, how can they be nailed into the stone?"

Rain Xin thought of Lingfeng said, if just want to kill her, she has already died.

Ling Feng's skill has shown that he is much stronger than Yuxin.

The old man next to him looked at the hand that Ling Feng had just exposed. After thinking for a long time, he realized that Ling Feng had already reached the realm of martial arts master. The leaves in that hand hurt people. It was the use of spiritual power to cover the leaves, making the leaves as sharp as swords and as hard as steel.

His cultivation has reached the old man's dream in his life. But how old is Ling Feng? He's only eighteen or nineteen.

When the old man thought of this, his eyes were full of worship. He quickly came up and said:

"Yuxin, it's you who lost. Make amends to young Xia!"

Now at this time, the old man has to try his best to win over Ling Feng. He will not offend the martial arts master if he offends anyone.

And rain Xin at the moment has been convinced, she understands, she and Ling Feng is not a level. If this is a game, people have a full set of equipment full level, she is like a novice village has not yet out of the new white.

"I lost. I'm sorry!"

"Nothing!"

"Yuxin, thank you, young Xia. If he hadn't been merciful, you would have been seriously injured if you didn't die."

"Well, thank you."

Rain Xin want to thank Ling Feng, suddenly don't know his name, so embarrassed said.

"Your hand is a skill handed down in ancient times?" The old man asked directly, "I've heard from my ancestors that China has a vast territory and abundant resources. There used to be many ancient schools. Their cultivation methods are just like those of young Xia."

"Yes! It's just a small way, it can't be on the stage! " Ling Feng's words almost let Yuxin a mouthful of blood spray out, this is still a small hand, then your big hand can make the whole Haicheng tremble.

"Old Zhou Bowen runs a martial arts museum in Haicheng. If you have time, you can come and help me. This is my granddaughter and the current owner of the museum, Zhou Yuxin. May I have your name, young Xia

"The old man is joking. I'm Ling Feng!"

"Ling Feng, is he a descendant of the Ling family? Look at the cultivation of young Xia, and your name reminds me of a legendary man! "

When Zhou Bowen heard Ling Feng's name, he frowned and said, it seems that the boy in front of him should be the descendant of the Ling family. Otherwise, how can he have such accomplishments.

"Who does the old man think of?"

"That's a legend in the martial arts world. I've heard it all along, but I haven't met him. He was the champion of the three martial arts competitions of that year, and was known as Ling Jia Ling Tian, a genius!"

Zhou Bowen thought for a moment and said that Ling Tian was a case of educating his children in martial arts and Taoism. However, he seldom heard of Ling Tian in recent years. If he hadn't seen Ling Feng's name and accomplishments, he couldn't remember.

"Ling Tian is my father!"

Lingfeng light said, his father Lingtian story he has heard many times. After leaving this time, Lingtian said that he would look for what he wanted to come back alone.

"What?"

Zhou Bowen said in surprise, who would have thought that Ling Feng would be Ling Tian's son in front of him, and their potential is so great. You should know that there are only a few master level masters in the whole China. There is really no master like him. Even Ling Tian seems to have broken through the master level at the age of 20, but Ling Feng has obviously reached the middle of the master level above.