"The realm is too different."
The big man from Lingyun Sect shook his head, sighed, and said: "This child should be ten years old, and he is only at the fourth level of Qi Refining. It is a pity that his father is not particularly outstanding, otherwise...his Talent shouldn’t be like this.”
"My senior sister, her talent is really amazing?" the little girl asked curiously.
"Your senior sister is already at the ninth level of Qi Refining at the age of ten, and in a place like the Nie family, this kind of talent is outstanding." The big man explained.
The little girl was filled with respect and said, "That's really awesome."
She has also reached the ninth level of Qi Refining, but she knows that her current level is inseparable from her origins.
Her cultivation along the way consumed many precious materials and treasures, which was very important.
Nie Jin, in a vassal family like the Lingyun Sect like the Nie family, must not be able to take those strange medicinal materials as much as she did.
Under such circumstances, there is no other reason why Nie Jin was able to reach the ninth level of Qi Refining at the age of ten except for his unique talent.
Logically speaking, since Nie Tian is Nie Jin's son, he should be able to inherit part of his parents' talents.
Even if Nie Tian's father was just a mortal, he shouldn't be so miserable relying solely on his mother's super talent.
"Xiaotian! Come home with me, don't hold on!" When Nie Qian saw that Nie Tian had suffered a loss, she panicked and said hurriedly: "Auntie's hatred and hatred, you don't need to come back! Come back with me quickly!"
"Now that the battle has begun, it must have a beginning and an end!" Yuan Qiuying's face turned cold, and she stood in front of Nie Qian in a flash. Waves of spiritual power surged around her body, clearly trying to prevent her from interfering, "Fight with that kid. Yes, he is my son, this does not mean that I am bullying the younger."
"We are all of the same age. If he loses, it will be because of his own lack of cultivation. He can't blame me."
Yuan Qiuying raised her head slightly and looked at Nie Tian with smoke rising above her head. She was secretly happy, wishing that her son Yun Song would kill him again and make Nie Tian even more embarrassed.
Nie Tian's previous words hit her right where it hurt, and she already hated Nie Tian to the core of her bones.
Yun Song, who was laughing proudly, obviously understood his mother's intentions very well. When he found Yuan Qiuying quietly blocking in front of Nie Qian, hinting that he would continue to kill her, he took action again.
"Chichi!"
Clusters of orange-red flames flew towards Nie Tian again as the spiritual secrets in his body changed.
Those flames, after leaving his palm, seemed to be able to follow his thoughts, and were arranged in an orderly manner, in the shape of "pin", chasing Nie Tian from different directions.
Nie Tian, whose clothes and hair had just been ignited by the flames, naturally knew that those flames were extremely powerful, so he no longer faced them head-on this time, but continued to dodge them.
"Ha ha!"
Yunsong's little face was filled with a smile, and he continued to release the flames, letting more flames roar out.
Dozens of flames swirled around Nie Tian, like small burning suns.
Waves of heat were released from the flames, making the area where Nie Tian was located become unbearably hot.
Nie Tian could only quickly dodge among those flames to avoid being bombarded by the flames.
As more and more flames were released from Yunsong's body, the area within which Nie Tian could move became smaller and smaller.
Even Yunsong, because he deliberately released many flame balls and needed to control them with his mind, also spent too much spiritual power and energy, and sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.
"Fancy, but flashy!" The pink-and-pink little daughter stopped eating melon seeds and focused entirely on the battle between Yun Song and Nie Tian. She frowned slightly, "Condensed so many flames. Tuan spent too much energy on controlling the flames. Apart from looking good, it actually doesn’t have much use.”
The big man beside her nodded and commented fairly: "That boy from the Yun family, his fighting skills are indeed too fancy. He is only at the seventh level of Qi refining. If he can control three flame balls with all his strength, those three flame balls will The speed and flexibility will be upgraded by two levels.”
"If there were only three flame balls, the boy from the Nie family might have been hit long ago, and he might have been defeated by now."
"The energy was too dispersed, which caused all the flames to become sluggish. This is why the Nie family's boy still has room to move."
After a pause, the big man continued: "But even so, because there are more and more flames, the range of activities that the Nie family can move is getting smaller and smaller. It is only a matter of time before he loses."
"It's because the level gap between the two sides is too big." The little girl said regretfully.
"Peng!"
At this moment, a ball of flame the size of a fist finally hit Nie Tian's chest before he could avoid it in time.
The clothes on Nie Tian's chest were ignited again, and the power of flames took the opportunity to enter.
Nie Tian, who was in pain, lost his pace, and more flames swarmed up, and he was about to be drowned by those flames.
"Nie Tian!" Nie Qian shouted sadly, trying to stop her despite Yuan Qiuying's obstruction.
At this moment, the face of the big man from the Lingyun Sect in the crowd suddenly turned gloomy.
Nie Tian was only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, and the power contained in those flames came from the seventh level of Yunsong.
If all those flames hit Nie Tian, Nie Tian would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.
He was a member of the Lingyun Sect, and the Nie family where Nie Tian belonged was, after all, a vassal of the Lingyun Sect. It was absolutely impossible for him to watch the boy from the Yun family kill Nie Tian to death in front of him.
"Dong dong dong!"
At this moment, Nie Tian, who was in a desperate situation, felt his heart beat suddenly faster.
With almost no stagnation, Nie Tian suddenly felt an unknown power hidden deep in his flesh and blood surge out!
The power of flames wandering in his body was instantly wiped away, and he seemed no longer affected by the remaining power of the flames in his body.
Facing those flames, he rushed towards Yunsong, his eyes filled with a ferocious evil spirit like a ferocious beast.
"Puff!"
Balls of flames bombarded him, but he felt no pain.
The hot spiritual power from the flames splashed onto him and was instantly extinguished. There was not a trace of energy left to penetrate into his body through his pores.
He actually rushed out of the flames that filled the sky!
The big man from the Lingyun Sect who was about to stop him opened his mouth and was about to shout the word "stop", but was choked by him.
"call!"
Like a flash of lightning, Nie Tian's figure seemed to be beside Yun Song in an instant.
"boom!"
With an unusual sound, Yunsong's rear wheel flew high behind him and landed heavily on the ground.
Nie Tian, on the other hand, was standing where Yun Song originally stayed.
From a distance of nearly five meters, he stared at Yunsong arrogantly and shouted: "Come on, get up and continue!"
"Ahem!" Yun Song opened his mouth and suddenly coughed violently, and a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"Song'er!"
When Yuan Qiuying and Yun Zhiguo saw the sudden change in the situation, they screamed and hurriedly went to check on Yun Song's injuries as if their buttocks were on fire.
"Ah! What just happened?"
"Am I right? Why is the boy from the Nie family standing, while the boy from the Yun family is lying on the ground?"
"What happened before? I, I didn't even see clearly."
"That's weird! That's weird!"
The many onlookers were all in the fog, looking at Nie Tian and the sluggish Yun Song, and they were all discussing loudly.
In the field, the big man from Lingyun Sect could see clearly. He saw that after Nie Tian rushed out of the flames, his whole body was like a violent chariot, slamming into Yun Song's chest, knocking Yun Song directly. Knocked away with brute force.
"Little bastard! If you dare to hurt my Song'er, I want you to die now!" Yuan Qiuying checked her son's injuries and found that two of Yun Song's sternums were broken, and she suddenly went crazy.