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Hearing this, Li Cheng came to the big coffin. He felt a little nervous. He slapped the lid of the coffin away with his palm. When he saw it, he saw a person lying inside the coffin! A dead man! A boy of sixteen or seventeen years old!
The boy's whole body was green, so green that it turned black.
Seeing the young man's face clearly, Li Cheng suddenly trembled all over, his eyes turned red, and tears fell: "Feng'er! My Feng'er!" After saying that, he took the young man out of the coffin and held him tightly.
"My Feng'er!"
"You can't die, my Feng'er!"
Li Cheng's cry was extremely sad.
When Li Mu saw the young man's face clearly, his face was filled with tears. Standing there, he actually started crying in front of everyone, regardless of losing his composure.
"Brother, brother!" At this time, Li Lu, who was standing next to Huang Xiaolong, also came out, rushed over, came to the young man's side, cried, shaking the young man's body with both hands: "Brother, what's wrong with you? ?Brother, wake up, I don’t want you to die, I don’t want you to die!”
"Brother, wake up!"
"Wake up!"
Li Lu burst into tears.
At this time, the guards, maids, and many masters of the Li Mansion also came forward and knelt down, and started crying. There was a lot of crying. The young man who died was Li Lu's eldest brother Li Feng, and he was also Li Cheng's only son. Li Feng was very talented. Like Li Lu, he possesses the ninth level top martial spirit. Three years ago, he was spotted by Chu Yun Sect, a large sect in Luotong Kingdom, and became an inner disciple of Chu Yun Sect. Unexpectedly, Li Mu would be killed on his 80th birthday this time. Death is given as a birthday gift!
All the patriarchs and masters of the major families who came to celebrate their birthday shook their heads secretly. They never expected that this would happen this time when the patriarch of the Li family, Mr. Li, celebrated his birthday!
"Feng'er, it was grandpa who killed you!" Li Mu knelt there, his hands trembling, touching his grandson's face, tears falling on his grandson, but his grandson could no longer move and could no longer hear his calls.
"Don't worry, grandpa will definitely avenge you! He will!" Li Mu's eyes were determined.
From a distance, Huang Xiaolong watched with red eyes.
Everyone around was silent.
After a long time, Li Mu picked up his grandson and walked back to the Li Mansion. Everyone followed him and entered the Li Mansion. The festive lanterns and red cloth that had been hung in the Li Mansion were now so dazzling.
The birthday party did not last.
Not long after, the heads of major families and masters who came to celebrate their birthdays all said their goodbyes and left. The originally lively Li Mansion suddenly became silent and lifeless.
In the end, only Huang Xiaolong and five others came to celebrate his birthday.
"Brother Li, my condolences are with you!" Huang Qide came to Li Mu's side and said consolingly: "If anything happens in the future, please let us know and our Huang Family Village will come to help!"
Huang Qide didn't expect this to happen. Now, they couldn't stay and had no choice but to leave first.
"Brother Huang, thank you!" Li Mu's voice was sad.
Huang Qide nodded, didn't know what to say, and was about to leave with Huang Xiaolong and others. However, at this moment, Li Lu suddenly ran over, hugged Huang Xiaolong, and started crying: "Xiaolong, don't leave, okay?"
Everyone around looked at Huang Xiaolong.
Huang Xiaolong had a dull expression on his face, hesitated for a moment, patted Li Lu on the shoulder, and said consolingly: "I will come to see you often in the future. Don't worry, I will kill him to avenge your brother."
When everyone heard this, they all shook their heads and smiled, thinking it was just a child's casual talk. No one took Huang Xiaolong's words seriously. Even Li Mu was not sure of killing the opponent, let alone a child less than eight years old
"Then you must come to see me often." Li Lu's eyes were filled with tears.
Huang Xiaolong could only nod.
Li Mu personally sent Huang Xiaolong and others out of Li Mansion. After Huang Xiaolong and others disappeared, he returned to Li Mansion.
In the evening, Huang Xiaolong and others returned to Huangjiazhuang.
After returning to Huangjiazhuang, Huang Xiaolong did not practice Shura Jue that night. Instead, he stood on the top of the back mountain and looked at the twinkling stars in the night sky.
Two meters behind Huang Xiaolong, Fei Hou stood there, waiting.
"Fei Hou, tell me, after death, will the stars turn into stars in the night sky?" Huang Xiaolong suddenly asked.
Fei Hou was startled: "Stars in the night sky?" Obviously he didn't expect Huang Xiaolong to suddenly ask such a question.
"In my old hometown, it was said that after death, people would turn into stars in the night sky and then protect their loved ones." Huang Xiaolong said quietly.
"Turn into stars in the night sky? Protect your loved ones?" Fei Hou shook his head and smiled: "In this world, only strong strength can guard and protect your loved ones."
"Great strength!" Huang Xiaolong was stunned.
"Yes, great strength!" Fei Hou nodded.
That's right, great strength! Huang Xiaolong clenched his fists, his eyes twinkling under the night sky. Only strong strength can guard and protect his loved ones!
He wants to become stronger! Keep getting stronger!
Only in this way can he protect and protect his loved ones!
An invisible aura emanated from Huang Xiaolong, and even Fei Hou was shocked.
"Let's go back!" After a while, Huang Xiaolong lost his momentum, changed his tone, and said, then turned around and headed back to the Huang Family Village at the foot of the mountain, with Fei Hou following closely behind.
After returning to Huangjiazhuang, Huang Xiaolong took out the cold jade bed, sat down cross-legged, and started to use Shura Jue. The Nine Netherworld Qi continued to roll down from the void.
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time flies.
Ten months passed quickly.
After returning from the Li family's birthday celebration, Huang Peng found that his son was practicing even more crazily than before. He stayed in the small courtyard all day long and could hardly leave the house. Seeing their son practicing so crazily, Huang Peng and Su Yan naturally felt distressed. They often Come to the courtyard to see Huang Xiaolong.
In the past ten months, Huang Xiaolong's fighting spirit cultivation has been improving at a terrifying speed. When he came back from the Li family's birthday celebration, Huang Xiaolong was at the peak of the early stage of the fourth level. Half a month later, he broke through to the mid-level of the fourth level. A month later, he reached the peak of the mid-level of the fourth level. Two After the moon is the late fourth level.
And October has passed, Huang Xiaolong not only broke through the fifth level, but also reached the peak of the late fifth level!
As for the Yi Jin Jing, Huang Xiaolong also practiced to the fifth position of pulling the nine ox tail backwards.
This morning, the sun was shining brightly. On the back mountain, Huang Xiaolong swung out the Shura Blade with both hands. More than a hundred blades appeared out of thin air. Two wind masses that were five meters high were seen rolling and rotating. Wherever the hell wind passed, all the trees were broken into more than a hundred pieces, and the two wind masses that were originally rolling forward suddenly turned, spinning to the left, and then spinning to the right!
In ten months, the power of the Hell Wind move has not only increased tenfold, but Huang Xiaolong can now control its attack direction at will, and it will take twelve or thirteen breaths for the Hell Wind to dissipate.
"The wind of hell has finally come to fruition. All it needs now is its power!" Huang Xiaolong looked at the fallen trees around him and muttered to himself. He has fully understood the artistic conception of the wind of hell. In the future, as his fighting qi cultivation improves, hell will The power of Zhi Feng's move will continue to increase.
That drawing said that someone once used the wind of hell, which swept across a hundred thousand miles, killing all life within a hundred thousand miles, leaving not a blade of grass behind!
"There are still more than twenty days until the next annual meeting." Huang Xiaolong put the Shura Blade back into his arm and thought to himself.
(The next chapter is the next annual meeting, and ** is coming again! Brothers, do you have any recommendation votes?)