The Cangling Zhang family dominates the continent!

boom! boom! boom!

"Dad, Mom, Sister Hua, I will make sure all the evil cultivators are buried with you." These words were roared out from Qin Ming's mouth with endless determination and hatred. The light flashing in his eyes was like a poisoned blade, and he wished to cut these evil beings in front of him into pieces.

The evil cultivator's head had become a bloody mess under Qin Ming's fierce attack. His ferocious appearance seemed to be telling of the sins he had committed.

However, Qin Ming had no intention of stopping, as if only by completely eliminating these evil cultivators could he comfort the spirits of his parents and Sister Hua in heaven.

At this moment, a voice, like a ray of cold moonlight, penetrated the noisy battlefield and reached Qin Ming's ears: "Stop, he's dead."

"Who!" Qin Ming was startled when he heard the voice. He quickly turned around and looked at the person in front of him vigilantly.

What he saw was a slender figure wearing a black-brown robe that fluttered slightly in the wind. His face was stern and his long black hair danced in the wind.

In his hand, he was also holding the corpse of an evil cultivator in the middle stage of the Danhua realm. The corpse was dripping with blood and exuded a disgusting bloody smell, which formed a sharp contrast with his indifferent temperament.

"I am the elder of the Zhang family, so you don't have to be afraid." Zhang Chenwu said with a smile. There was a hint of comfort in his smile, as if it could calm people's minds.

Hearing Zhang Chenwu's answer, Qin Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

However, the long bloody battle and the tension made his body collapse to the ground.

It was as if all the strength was drained away at this moment, leaving only a tired heart beating violently.

After giving Qin Ming a first-grade healing pill, Zhang Chenwu squatted down, looked at him calmly, and said, "Do you know why you can burst out with such strong power?"

"I don't know." Qin Ming answered honestly.

"You have awakened the Xuanyang Battle Body."

"Xuan Yang Battle Body? Is it very strong?"

"It's one of the top spiritual bodies." Zhang Chenwu replied.

The improvement brought by the special physique to the cultivator is not limited to the seemingly single speed of cultivation.

This all-round improvement covers every cell and every meridian in the body, allowing the monk to obtain extraordinary bonuses in all aspects.

Whether it is the burst of strength, the concentration of spirit, or the sensing and control of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, a special physique can play a key role in promoting it.

Because of this, people with special physiques do have a greater chance of becoming strong than ordinary cultivators.

However, this does not mean that having a special physique will easily allow you to embark on the path of becoming a strong person. Things in the world are often full of variables, and the so-called "different people" are like this.

There are indeed some monks with special physiques. Although they have excellent innate conditions, they have not achieved remarkable achievements due to various reasons, such as their own laziness and missed opportunities, and eventually become mediocre among the crowd.

On the other hand, those cultivators who have become one of the strongest people in the continent with extremely low martial bone qualifications have proved with their actions that talent is not the determining factor.

In this vast continent, opportunity and hard work are equally important. Sometimes, the power of hard work can even surpass the limitations of talent.

If you want to become strong, you must fight! Get any resources that are beneficial to you!

"You are nine years old this year, and your cultivation is only at the first level of the Body Tempering Realm. Your talent seems to be only at the middle level of the Yellow Rank, but you are very lucky. You have awakened the Xuanyang Battle Body. From now on, your cultivation speed will be comparable to that of cultivators with lower Xuan-rank talent.

"You're still too weak to fully comprehend the mysteries of the battle body, but remember, this is an opportunity for you. Strive to become stronger." Zhang Chenwu slowly stood up, his eyes flashing with anticipation.

He was not good at speaking, and the reason he was able to say these words today was because of his deep admiration for Qin Ming.

"Can I become your disciple?" Qin Ming struggled to stand up, looked at Zhang Chenwu's back, and said loudly.

"You want to be my disciple? Why?" Zhang Chenwu was obviously stunned when he heard this and asked with some confusion.

The evil cultivators who came to Qingmu City were not very strong. With his third uncle around, they could not cause any waves at all, so he was not in a hurry to leave.

"Originally, our family didn't have a good life in Qingmu City. We were bullied by the children of aristocratic families. Since the Zhang family took over Qingmu City, we have been able to live a stable life. I swore at that time that I would repay the Zhang family's kindness if I had the chance.

Also, I can sense that you are very strong. This is my chance, a chance to quickly become stronger." Qin Ming said sincerely.

Zhang Chenwu thought for a moment and said, "The first and only requirement for becoming my disciple is that you must not do anything that harms the interests of the Zhang family."

Hearing this, Qin Ming was overjoyed. He quickly knelt on his knees and kowtowed three times to Zhang Chenwu. He swore, "I swear that from now on, I will not do anything that will harm the interests of the Zhang family. If I violate this, my meridians will be cut, my dantian will be shattered, and I will never be able to reincarnate.

Disciple Qin Ming greets Master! "

"Okay, get up. I'll help you kill the evil cultivator! After that, I'll take you home!" Zhang Chenwu smiled and walked forward to help Qin Ming up.

He did not refuse. After all, Qin Ming possessed the Xuanyang combat body, had perseverance, was filial, and had good character. He had no reason to refuse, nor did he want to refuse.

"Going home?" Qin Ming muttered to himself, holding Zhang Chenwu's big hand tightly.

……

Fantasy city!

At this time, Zhang Chentian, who had already won a victory, was standing on the ring and had no idea what was happening in the Linyue Dynasty.

His opponent is Ouyang Na, a sixth-level mid-grade formation master from the seventh-grade force, Baihua Sect.

"I didn't expect that I would be so unlucky. I met you in the first match among the top 64." Ouyang Na, who was wearing a turquoise skirt and looked gentle and lovely, said with a wry smile.

If she had not met Zhang Chentian, she would have had no problem advancing to the top 32 or even the top 16 with her own strength.

"I'm sorry, Miss Ouyang." Zhang Chentian replied after hearing the other party's words.

"Losing is losing, it's nothing, and I lost to a handsome guy who is a sixth-level top-grade formation master." As she said that, Ouyang Na threw a coquettish glance at Zhang Chentian.

It was this look that made the majority of male compatriots who had originally cheered for Zhang Chentian turn against him.

"Zhang Chentian, what are you doing! That's my goddess! Even if you're handsome, strong, and talented, you can't do this!"

"Wow wow wow X﹏X, my goddess actually ogled someone, and that's a handsome guy, my heart is broken!"

"Don't you even look at what you look like? I wouldn't say anything about your horse face, but you're also covered in pockmarks. You have no right to bark here!"

"You're looking for death, aren't you?"

"Although this is my first time meeting Zhang Chentian, he is so handsome, so cool, and so capable." A woman said infatuatedly while looking at Zhang Chentian on the stage.

"Girl, according to investigation, he is already married. You might as well look at me. I am no worse than him." A young man next to her said with a handsome gesture.

"You? Even if I were to be his concubine, I wouldn't fall for a black guy like you." The woman said with disgust.

"Fuck!"

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