Reborn Sword Emperor in the City

"How is this possible?" Yuxin looked back. The leaves had been fixed on the boulder, and the boulder cracked. Yuxin was stupid, which was beyond her understanding.

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

Yuxin remembered what Ling Feng said. If she wanted to kill her just now, she would have died.

Ling Feng's skill has shown that he is much better 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 leaf injury was to cover the leaves with spiritual power, so that the leaves were as sharp as swords and as hard as steel.

His accomplishments have reached the dream realm of the old man's life. But how old is Ling Feng? He's only eighteen or nine.

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

"Yuxin, you lost. Make amends to young Xia quickly!"

At this time, the old man has to try his best to win over Ling Feng and offend anyone. He will not offend master Wudao.

Yuxin is convinced now. She knows that she and Lingfeng are not at the same level at all. If this is a game, people have a full set of equipment. She is like a newcomer Xiaobai who hasn't left the novice village.

"I lost, sorry!"

"Nothing!"

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

"Well, thank you!"

Yuxin wants to thank Lingfeng. Suddenly she doesn't know his name, so she says awkwardly.

"Your skill is a skill handed down in ancient times?" the old man asked directly: "I once heard that our ancestors said that China has a vast territory and abundant resources. There were many ancient sects, and their cultivation methods are just like young Xia."

"It's true! It's just a little trick. It can't get on the table!" Ling Feng's words almost made Yuxin spit out blood. It's still a small hand. Can't your big hand make the whole Haicheng tremble.

"Old Zhou Bowen runs a martial arts and Taoism hall in Haicheng. Young Xia, you can come and help me if you have time. This is my granddaughter and current owner Zhou Yuxin. May I ask your name, young Xia!"

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

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

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

"Who did the old man think of?"

"That's a legend in the martial arts world. I've heard of it closely, but I haven't seen him. He was the champion of the three martial arts competitions in those years. He was called Lingjia Lingtian, a genius!"

Zhou Bowen thought for a moment and said that Lingtian was a case of educating children in the martial arts world, but he rarely heard about Lingtian in recent years. If he hadn't seen Lingfeng's name and accomplishments, he really couldn't remember.

"Ling Tian is my father!"

Ling Feng said faintly that he had heard the story of his father Ling Tian many times. After returning this time, Ling Tian left alone and said he was looking for something.

"What?"

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