Seeing his son Tai's gentle and calm appearance, Ming Shi let out a hearty laugh, full of complacency.
He himself is a Liuxiang cultivator.
Now Mingchun has achieved Wuxiang.
Wuxiang and Liuxiang are also known as the masters of martial arts.
Now that father and son are dual masters, it is unknown how many people will be envious if it is spread out.
Although he has many sons and daughters, many of whom are gifted, their talents and dispositions are nothing compared to Ming Chun's, much inferior, so he alone has high hopes for Ming Chun.
And Mingchun also lived up to expectations, and the speed of growth even exceeded his expectations.
"Chun'er, you have just formed five phenomena, but what doubts do you still have? Just tell me to listen to my father."
Ming Shi said with a smile all over his face.
The beautiful woman took Ming Chun's hand, rolled Ming Shi's eyes, and complained: "Chun'er must be tired and exhausted just after leaving the customs. Even if he wants to discuss the issue of cultivation, at least he will have to wait until after he has eaten and rested." Let's talk again."
"Haha, I was too hasty for my father."
"Mother, the baby is not tired."
Ming Chun patted the back of the beautiful woman's shiny hand, and said to Ming Shi with a smile: "Thank you father for your concern, but the child has obtained the Handbook of Ten Thousand Tribulations, and after reading the essence of it, he has benefited a lot. For the time being, he has no doubts."
"En!" Ming Shi nodded lightly, and sighed: "That's right, Wanjie Sanren is indeed a character. If he hadn't died of serious injuries, it would not be difficult for him to step into the Baxiang. Even if he read the book he left behind for his father The handwriting, cultivation has also improved a lot."
As he spoke, he chuckled again.
"It's a pity that the heroes of Wanjie Sanren's generation, but his descendants are all incompetent generations. The patriarch left such an exquisite inheritance, and the strongest among them is just a three-element warrior, ha ha!"
Ming Chun said with a faint smile: "If the Wanjie Sect has a large number of talents, how can my Ming family get this letter so easily?"
"Not bad!" Ming Shi laughed and nodded.
Ming Chun asked again: "Where is that letter now?"
"The manuscript is now kept by the ancestor." Mingshi replied casually, and sighed again: "The ancestor got the manuscript, and after reading it, he felt very sorry. He said that he was old and his potential was exhausted. If he got the manuscript thirty years earlier , it is still possible to achieve Qixiang, but right now it is impossible."
Mingchun was slightly silent. Their ancestors of the Ming family were nearly 180 years old. If they forced a breakthrough, the possibility of achieving Qixiang was very small, and it was more likely that they would die directly.
"Father is in the prime of his life in the spring and autumn period, and he is already in the six phases at the moment. In the future, he will break through the seven phases, and it will be just around the corner."
Ming Chun looked at Ming Shi and said.
Ming Shi shook his head and sighed: "Because my father and his family know about my own family affairs, I can have my current cultivation level. I don't know how many panacea, rare and rare treasures I have spent. Liuxiang has almost squeezed out my potential."
He looked at Mingchun with burning eyes, and pressed his hands on his shoulders. Mingchun could feel the heavy strength of his father's two big hands. He only heard Mingshi say: "The ten domains of the world are vast and boundless. People who practice martial arts There are as many crucian carp crossing the river, and there are countless masters, if you want to truly become a top-notch force in the world, only one master of seven or even eight elephants, Chun'er, do you understand?"
Mingchun could hear the expectations in Mingshi's words, he nodded heavily, and said in a deep voice: "My son will definitely live up to my father's expectations, and will definitely bring my Ming family to the top, and stand among the ten domains!"
"good!"
Ming Shi laughed out loud.
"Chun'er, go take a bath and change clothes first, the feast has been prepared for you for your father." Ming Shi patted Ming Chun on the shoulder.
In a quarter of an hour.
After bathing and removing dust in Mingchun, dressed in snow-white clothes, she looked more and more flawless, with an elegant and free temperament, and entered a hall brightly lit by palace lights.
Ming Shi sat at the head, waved to Ming Chun, and said with a smile: "Chun'er, come and sit down."
Immediately after he clapped his hands, a pretty maid served stacks of beautifully made and fragrant dishes.
Not long after the father and son sat down, they were raising their wine glasses to drink, and suddenly they frowned, looking outside the hall, Ming Shi's brows relaxed, and he said with a smile: "Don't bother you and my father and son because of these trivial matters, don't bother. "
Ming Chun shook his head and said: "The people in the mansion understand the rules, since they are here now, it can be seen that there must be something important"
While speaking, he looked outside the hall and said softly, "Come in."
"yes."
A person outside the hall respectfully agreed, and not long after, an old man from an official family entered the hall and bowed respectfully to the two: "Greetings to Patriarch, greetings to Young Master Chungo! "
"Boss, the oblique moon villa is a huge foundation, and we just left it behind?" A subordinate looked at the magnificent scenery inside and outside the villa, feeling a little bit reluctant.
Immediately, a palm was pressed on his neck, twisting off his whole head, blood rolled down, Yan Wujiu grabbed the bloody head, said indifferently: "I hate people who oppose me the most!"
A group of bliss thieves kept silent, quickly searched for property, and burned what they couldn't get. The raging fire rose and flooded the entire Xieyue Villa in a blink of an eye.
The bliss bandits arrived outside, Yan Wuji said: "Boss, where are we going next? Yangshan sect? Biyun sect?"
"Not going! We can think of taking advantage of the fire, but other people can't think of it? I'm afraid Yangshan Sect and Biyun Sect have already been occupied." Yan Wujiu waved his horsewhip, pointing in one direction: "Let's go to Cast Iron Fort."
"Cast Iron Fort!" Yan Wuji licked his lips, green light flickered in his eyes: "Cast Iron Fort is rich in marble, and it is one of the major sources of income for the three sects. It is a good place to go, and we heard a news the day before yesterday "
The news originally came from a group of miners, and gradually spread. It is said that Tiexiong, the original owner of the cast iron castle, is dead, and the person who killed him was an Ascended from the Nether Realm.
Not one, but two!
As soon as the news came out, it immediately caused a great sensation.
When an ascender first enters this world, his cultivation may not be very good, but as long as he does not die halfway, the final achievement of every ascender will not be low.
"Yes, Ascender!" Yan Wujiu sneered, "It is said that Ascenders are all geniuses. I really want to see them this time, and I hope they haven't left Cast Iron Fort."
As he spoke, strong resentment and jealousy appeared on his face.
Yan Wuji also sneered, as if both of them hated 'genius' very much.
"Let's go!" The dust rose, and the group of people left in a storm.
Bi Yunzong.
boom!
A big man like an iron tower fell to the ground like a dead dog, his chest and abdomen collapsed, and blood was gushing from his mouth. His eyes were horrified, and he looked up.
Sitting on the top is a young man in white, who is indescribably chic and elegant.
This big man is the head of the Southern Fist Sect. He wanted to take advantage of the Biyun Sect's disaster and seize the other party's foundation, but after taking advantage of it for less than a day, several people broke in.
The leading young man in white didn't make a move, just the four subordinates he brought, any one of them could beat him to the point where he was powerless to fight back.
With just one glance, the whole head of the big man was stepped into the hard floor, and he sank deep into it. Someone said behind him: "My son is also something that a lowly person like you can see?"
"Master Chun, what should we do with this person?" Another person asked.
The young man in white is Mingchun, he waved his hand lightly, and immediately a middle-aged man in brocade flicked his fingers, the head of the big man on the iron tower was split open immediately, the other person who was stepping on the big man's head looked at the stained brains on his boots, and wrinkled unluckily Frowning, a wisp of energy floated, evaporating his brain to dryness.
"Is Zi Guangyuan still alive? Do you know who the murderer who attacked him is?"
"Alive! He just became a useless person. As for the murderer, he doesn't know the identity of the other party." The middle-aged man in Jinyi shook his head.
Among the four people, one of them still had charm. The 30-year-old woman smiled and said, "Young Master Chun, although the murderer can't be found for the time being, we have another piece of news that you might be interested in."
"Oh?" Mr. Chun was noncommittal: "What news?"
"Ascended, a few days ago, two ascended appeared in Cast Iron Fort! ?