Cultivating Quietly for a Thousand Years
Chapter 695
Terrible Potential
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"norga ... Dragon ..."
The old woman looked at the head of the dragon that had emerged from the sea of clouds and stuttered.
Arm's shaking. Fortunately, he maintained a bit of his rationality and hugged the child tightly.
The five-clawed golden dragon stared at the old woman with cold eyes.
Just as the old woman was about to collapse, the five-clawed golden dragon suddenly turned into a golden light and quickly shrank before falling down.
The old woman hurriedly retreated in fear. A golden light landed in front of the wooden house and turned into a golden spear. The blade pierced the ground. The golden spear trembled slightly and looked extremely handsome in the sunlight.
“Waa—”
A baby in a cradle suddenly cries. His voice was even louder than before.
He raised his hand and waved it towards the golden spear as if he wanted it.
The old woman looked at him and then at the golden spear. He couldn't help but be stunned.
Even though he was mortal, he knew that he was in trouble.
This child is definitely the reincarnation of an Immortal God!
Twenty years later.
In the wilderness, a strong young man brandished a golden spear.
He was wearing a robe that was sustained by the skin of a tiger. His movements were ferocious and filled with strength. He was handsome, but there was a sinister aura around him. Her slightly messy long hair was blown away by the wind, and her eyes were red. He's very scary.
A few hundred meters away, a woman walked down a mountain road. On his right arm was a bamboo basket containing all sorts of fruits.
He waved at the muscular youth and shouted, "Ling'er, it's time to go home and eat."
The muscular young man stopped and suddenly turned around. He turned into a gust of wind and arrived in front of the woman in the blink of an eye, taking a bamboo basket from her.
“Mother, I've said that you don't have to go up the mountain. Although I have killed all the ferocious beasts and demon beasts nearby, the mountain is steep. What if you fall and get hurt? Moreover, this amount of food was not even enough to fill the gap between my teeth, the ”grutu muscular young man.
His name is Qin Ling. He is twenty years old this year. With his incredible talent, even though he was unaware of any cultivation techniques, his physical strength continued to increase day by day. Two years ago, he tried to cut through a small mountain hundreds of feet high. It rocked the world.
The woman smiled. "I know, but I can't stay silent."
The mother and son began to talk while walking.
The woman mentioned, “Ling'er, I don't have much ability, but I've written to your grandfather and recommended you to cultivate in the Holy Land of the Human Race. Your potential will definitely make your Grandpa like you. When the time comes, don't talk back to your grandfather. When you are outside, you must..”.
He started to nag.
Qin Ling frowned and was a little displeased. She has been with her mother since she was young and has a strong resistance against relatives.
He said in disagreement, “Mother, I don't need to cultivate. I can become stronger by swinging a spear every day.”
The woman shook her head. “Ling'er, don't you know how big the world is outside? A strong cultivator could fly up into the sky and enter the ground. They can pluck stars and move the moon. Can you do that?"
Qin Ling was silent.
“In addition, don't you want to find your father? You have to get out sooner or later. When you are young, you can count on your potential for profit. Otherwise, when Mom dies of old age, you will be delayed if you come out, ” said the woman worried.
At the mention of his father, Qin Ling could not help but clench her fists, her eyes filled with anger.
His father was always a sore point.
He did not understand why his father had abandoned them.
When he was young, he swore he would find his father and ask him.
He wanted his father to regret it!
At this moment, a white cloud flew over from the horizon. That was very fast. Looking carefully, a gray-robed middle-aged Daoist stood above the clouds. He held a wooden stick and looked very wise.
He quickly landed in front of Qin Ling and his mother. Qin Ling was so shocked that she stood in front of her mother.
This was the first time Qin Ling had seen someone riding a cloud.
"What do you want?" Qin Ling asked in a low voice.
The gray-robed daoist measured him in surprise.
It was already comparable to an immortal!
Just incredible!
The gray-robed daoist smiled. “I am a Deity of a Detached World. I roamed through so many worlds and passed through this place when I sensed your blood essence and felt that your potential was not bad. Are you willing to acknowledge me as your Master? I'll take you to cultivate and pursue longevity.
Qin Ling frowned.
The woman hurriedly said, “Thank you for your goodwill, Immortal. My son has a master. I'm afraid he can't acknowledge you as his master. ”
He had already introduced his son to the family, so he would naturally not hand it over to an unknown cultivator.
The gray-robed daoist frowned.
Qin Ling's eyes were burning. “You are a Loose Immortal? Then, can you fight me and let me feel your strength? Of course, you can't fly. I can't fly for now.”
The gray-robed daoist could not help but laugh. "Of course."
Since they could argue, there was hope!
He wanted to conquer this child with a powerful spell!
Qin Ling asked her mother to back off. Although the woman was worried, she understood her son's personality and could not stand in his way. He can only go.
After his mother left, Qin Ling took out a golden spear on his back and rushed towards the gray-robed Daoist.
The moment the golden spear appeared, a terrifying murderous aura shocked the gray-robed Daoist until his pupils widened.
The Dharma Treasure!
Qin Ling was extremely fast and slashed with his spear.
The gray-robed daoist raised his hand and pointed. His index finger easily blocked the blade of the spear. A few centimeters away, his Dharmic strength formed an invisible and sturdy barrier, causing Qin Ling to feel like she had slashed through an iron wall.
Qin Ling became excited.
This was the first time he had met an opponent since he was young!
He attacked madly. There were no beautiful spells, and the movements were random. He relied on speed and strength.
The gray-robed daoist easily blocked with his finger every move of Qin Ling.
However, his smile slowly disappeared.
He was surprised to find that this child was getting stronger, causing his blood to surge.
Qin Ling suddenly jumped up and raised her spear and crushed it with all her might.
The gray-robed daoist caught him with his palm. His Dharmic power erupted, but he was still sent hurtling backwards. His feet pulled two small chasms dozens of feet above the grass.
Qin Ling continued to chase, her strength becoming increasingly domineering.
The gray-robed daoist had no choice but to raise his wooden staff and fight Qin Ling.
Although he was shocked, he did not lose his composure. Otherwise, with a spell, he could instantly kill Qin Ling.
At the same time.
In the sky, two people were watching the battle from the clouds.
It was Han Yu and his disciple, Tian Yong.
Han Yu looked down and asked gently, "Did you see something?"
Tian Yong frowned. “There was something wrong with his body. There was an extremely domineering power in his body. There was also something wrong with the spear. It was formed by the Golden Dragon of the God Realm.”
Han Yu sighed.
If not for Li Daokong's voice transmission, he wouldn't have known that such a miracle had appeared in the Human Race.
This child was only twenty years old, but he was already able to fight against the immortals. The potential is truly terrifying!
“When the battle is over, go down and grab this child as your disciple,” Han Yu instructed.
Tian Yong frowned even more and said, “Teacher, I don't want to accept a disciple. I still have to cultivate.”
Han Yu rolled his eyes. “You bring him in and I'll teach him. Okay?"
Tian Yong's brows relaxed.