C1 Dragonflame

Cloudy Mist Mountain, whether or not it rose amidst the clouds and mist, the precipitous cliffs, and the precipitous mountain forests.

A youth around fifteen to sixteen years old with a nimble mind and wearing a tiger skin shirt, carrying a fifty kilogram wide axe on his back, was rapidly cutting through the forest. His right hand abruptly pushed up against the barricade in front of him, traversing several Zhang of deep trenches.

"Hah!"

The flying youth raised his axe and stood still. A majestic force came from his waist as he swung his right hand.

"Bam!"

The axe in his hand flew out and cut through the air. It went through dozens of meters and crashed onto the ground. One of the cheetahs escaped by a fluke. It was like a startled bow. It desperately ran towards the precipitous cliff.

The teenager's eyes narrowed into slits and his teeth clenched together. His cold face became indignant and he was about to jump off the cliff to continue his chase when a pair of large hands grabbed him.

"Father, let me go." The youth raised his head to look at his burly father, Long Yi. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a face full of wind and frost.

He was the current patriarch of the Longwu Family, Long Yi. His strength was at the eighth level of the Dragon Meridian.

"Yan'er, you're already pretty good." After the middle-aged man finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed. With a swoosh, a stone flew out from his finger.

Shi Ziteng's zhen qi quickly flew over a hundred meters away. With a peng sound, it penetrated the stone hanging on the cliff and accurately shot into the head of the cheetah.

No matter how fast the cheetah was, it would eventually be unable to escape or die, and its corpse tumbled down a thousand feet into the abyss.

Long Yi looked at the teenager silently, "Yan'er is extremely talented, but why is there not a single trace of soul power in his body? Could it be … He didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

Long Yan was sixteen years old and was born in the Longdu Town. This was a world where martial arts dominated everything, and power ruled over everything. If a person did not have a martial spirit, they would not be able to cultivate cultivation techniques, and their martial spirits and soul power would fuse together. Only then would they be able to comprehend and comprehend cultivation techniques, grasp their own soul power, and condense their true qi to display the strongest battle strength.

When he reached the age of sixteen, he would be able to sense the existence of a strand of soul power. In these ten years, he was treated as trash by his family's peers.

Soul power was a type of energy that nourished and boosted one's martial soul. By cultivating soul power, one's martial soul would be enhanced.

The nine stages of Body Tempering, Body Tempering, Spirit Movement, and Spirit Perception were called Body Tempering and were the basic attributes of the body. Long Yan currently stayed in his sturdy body because he could not feel his soul energy nor could he comprehend the essence of the spirit energy, and was ultimately unable to step into the first stage of the dragon meridian.

"Father, please go back. I would like to train for a while longer." His grave face was filled with stubbornness, and the most eye-catching thing was his eyes. They were bright and full of spirit.

He sat cross legged, both of his hands in his dantian, then slowly adjusted his breathing, to make his own Qi more balanced, then gathered his energy and clenched his fists, suddenly, Long Yan punched out towards the air.

"Stabilize, hold, and refine."

He yelled and punched several times. His body had reached a tough position and was strong.

Long Yan started to focus, but his body did not have any True Qi, he was agile, and his sense could not breakthrough. He couldn't feel a trace of soul power at all.

"Ah, why did it fail again!?" Long Yan roared towards the sky.

He tried and tried, and failed again and again. He was very frustrated and frustrated, "Could it be that I really don't have a Martial Spirit? Why can't I cultivate it?!" I don't want to be the laughingstock of the family. "

Dragon One sighed and shook his head, following which, a whistle sounded out. In the vast sky, a Divine Wind Eagle appeared out of nowhere, grabbing Long Yan with one hand and leaping up with the other, flying towards the Longdu Town. This Divine Eagle was extremely fast, completely comparable to a hurricane, something only a powerhouse like the Longwu Family could keep.

The three big powers of the Longdu Town, the Dragon and Xiao Families, and an organization called the Heretical Lotus Cult.

The Long Clan Ancestor came from a foreign land, and with his own talent, he established the Long family's brilliant foundation. On the surface, the Long family and the Xiao family were good friends. However, they had always been fighting openly and secretly. The three forces had always been restraining each other.

The domineering and solemn building, the elevated hallway, the imposing buildings, and the octagonal pavilions displayed the magnificent background of the Longwu Family.

The second day came, and Long Yan and his father walked into the Dragon Martial Palace together. Every part of the hall was carved with lifelike flying dragons, it was extremely magnificent.

At this moment, an old man with an extremely sharp gaze and a white beard was seated in the great hall. No one present dared to look at him.

He was domineering, with a terrifying cultivation base that was unfathomable.

Long Clan Ancestor stood up and looked down, following which his gaze landed on Long Yan.

"Yan'er, come up!" A deep voice resounded in the hall.

Long Yan exerted strength into his back, and with a swish, he somersaulted. He drew an arc in the air above the great hall, and stood steadily in front of Long Clan Ancestor. There was not a single trace of fear in his eyes.

Long Clan Ancestor grabbed onto his body, raised him above his head and struck Long Yan's body with both hands. A wave of heat transmitted from Long Clan Ancestor's palms, following which Long Yan was put down.

"Yan'er, you …" The Long Clan Ancestor was shocked.

Long Yan looked at Long Clan Ancestor and became a little nervous. Because he had used too much strength, his tightly clenched hand pierced deep into the palm of his hand, bringing about a bit of pain.

"Grandfather, my Martial Spirit?"

The Long Clan Ancestor's enormous Innate Qi charged into Long Yan's body through his fingertips, but following that the Innate Qi disappeared from his body.

This time, the Long Clan Ancestor was sure that Long Yan's martial spirit did not exist. Without a martial spirit, it was destined that he would become a cripple in the future.

Long Clan Ancestor waved at Long Yan: "You may leave." The language became cold.

All the elders in the clan, as well as their peers, ridiculed, indifferent and disdainful. Everyone looked at Long Yan, this was all within everyone's expectations.

His father sighed, Long Yan stood there dumbly like a sharp thorn piercing into his heart, causing his breathing to become hurried. After confirming that he did not have a martial spirit, her mood immediately dropped to the bottom.

"Could this kind of trash still be left in our Longwu Family? For the sake of reputation, we should drive him out of the family. "

"Exactly, he should be expelled."

"You can't stay in our Longwu Family just because his father is the clan leader." The crowd burst into an uproar.

Long Yan raised his head, and swept his gaze across those people of the same age who were ridiculing him. His eyes stopped at the face of his second uncle's son, Long Aoyu.

"What are you looking at me for? "Useless trash, do you have the right to look at me? You sure are bringing honor to your father."

Long Aoyu laughed mockingly as he looked at Long Yan, his face full of ridicule. Although he was one year older than Long Yan, he had already broken through three of the meridians, reaching the third level of the Dragon Meridian.

"Don't look at me with that angry gaze of yours. If trash like you doesn't leave the Long family, then I won't be happy at all." As he spoke, he walked in front of Long Yan and landed a punch on Long Yan's lower abdomen without any warning.

Long Yan screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

"What are you doing?" As the Patriarch and also Long Yan's father, he forced himself to hold back the fear in his heart as he looked at the big picture. His huge hands trembled slightly, but luckily it was covered by his sleeves, so no one noticed it.

Now that second uncle, Long Zhan, was near, he couldn't help but resent the way Long Clan Ancestor had passed the Patriarch's position to the third oldest, Long Yi. In his heart, he had vented all of his anger onto Long Yan.

"You piece of trash, hurry up and f * ck off." Long Zhan clenched his teeth, and furiously glared at Long Yan as he ruthlessly slapped Long Yan in the face. The slap even caused Long Yan's own palm to feel pain.

He gritted his teeth and did not move, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at the Long Zhan father and son with a resentful gaze. The reason why Long Yan did not move, was because he was afraid that the situation would worsen, and that it would not benefit his father.

Today, not only did he have to chase Long Yan away, he also had to properly humiliate Long Yi. Dragon One's talent was unrestrained and his temper was easygoing.

"Father, it is your son who has implicated you, so do not make a move against them. I will definitely settle this debt with them personally in the future. Yan'er can just agree to leave the clan."

Long Yan grabbed Long Yi and stopped him.

"Second Uncle, no, from today onwards, I should call you Long Zhan. Listen up, don't look down on this young man. There will be a day when I will come back and trample you under my feet."

After Long Yan finished speaking, he rushed out of the Dragon Martial Mansion hatefully. The surrounding Dragon Clan descendants could not help but reveal a trace of happiness on their faces. Long Yan had finally been forced to leave the Dragon Family.

Long Clan Ancestor looked at everything, his expression was indifferent. He did not say a word, nor did he make a move to stop them, he only turned around, and no one could see that his fingers were trembling.

"Yan'er, Yan'er." Dragon One looked at the indifferently departing Long Yan, his heart overflowing with fury. Arriving in front of Long Zhan, he glared at him. True energy condensed in one hand as a huge stream of air rapidly rotated in the center of his palm.

"Enough!" Long Clan Ancestor's aura soared like a rainbow, he roared, causing the air to suddenly shake, his body smashed towards the middle of the two of them, the powerful aura was unyielding, causing the two of them to be pushed back.

"They were all born of the same roots, there's no need to be hasty about this. Let's not talk about this any further. Come back with me and continue testing your martial soul."

This was enough to shock everyone present.

In the afternoon, Long Yi arrived in front of Long Clan Ancestor.

"Father."

"Yi'er, I have seen everything that happened in the hall today, with Yan'er's personality, do you think that he would be willing to stay after becoming a cripple if he knew that he did not have a Martial Spirit?"

Dragon One shook his head.

"As you have seen, staying in the Long family would cause him to be humiliated. Leaving is his best choice, don't worry, I have already sent my clan's experts to protect him from the shadows. Outside, with Yan'er's nature, this might be his true way of survival."

"Father, so everything has been arranged."

Long Clan Ancestor praised Long Yan's unyielding spirit from the bottom of his heart.

Long Clan Ancestor stared at the dragon with a stern expression and sighed: "But today, you guys started to get beaten up in the main hall. As clan leaders, for a Yan'er, you would harm the entire Longwu Family, you know? It is very likely that the other two great powers will be able to take advantage of it. "

At this moment, Dragon One lowered his head in shame. How could he not understand!