The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

Following Ouyang's roar, a young man in black attire walked out of the house holding a sword.

The young man was dressed in black, and his whole body was shrouded in a murderous sword intent, which made people feel intimidating just by looking at him.

A three-foot sword was held tightly to the young man's chest. The young man's breath was still a little disordered, but it had begun to stabilize.

The young man breathed a long sigh of relief, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Ouyang, nodded, and said one word bluntly: "Okay!"

Ouyang looked with some pain at the young man who blew off the roof of his house. This young man was his second junior brother Leng Qingsong, and he was also the most troublesome person in the entire mountain.

Name: Leng Qingsong (Son of the Plane)

Cultivation: Seventh Level of Pill Formation

Root bone: 10+1

Charisma: 10

Lucky: 10

Kendo qualification: 10+1

Exclusive skill: I am the sword!

Rating: A son of a plane with a little bit of social phobia, a destined protagonist!

Every time he saw Leng Qingsong's attribute panel, Ouyang couldn't help but curse, "Damn, it's good to be born well!"

Some people were born in Rome, and some were born as cows and horses!

Really more popular than dead people!

But this is a cub that I raised with my own hands!

The scenes of that year are still vivid in front of Ouyang's eyes.

After he got the system, he met Leng Qingsong, who was an orphan. When he saw Leng Qingsong's panel attributes, Ouyang decided to adopt the orphan himself!

Establishing a good relationship with the son of the plane early is the foundation for survival!

My five-year-old self wandered around with my three-year-old Leng Qingsong.

When he first met his master, Hu Yun, he cried and begged to take two of him as his disciples.

I remember when my master begged me:

In a farmland, five-year-old Ouyang and three-year-old Leng Qingsong were devouring sweet potatoes stolen from the field.

A Taoist priest with an immortal style landed from the sky in front of the two of them.

"My little friend, you are destined to be me, would you like to be my apprentice?"

The Taoist priest was the current master Hu Yun, and seeing Hu Yun falling from the sky, Ouyang subconsciously chose to refuse.

After all, he had awakened the system, and the cub he brought with him was still a son of the plane. All cats and dogs wanted to be his master?

Hu Yun did not expect that Ouyang would refuse first. When Ouyang refused, Leng Qingsong subconsciously hid behind Ouyang and looked at Juan warily.

"Please, let your brother be my apprentice!" Hu Yun said sincerely to Ouyang.

"Taoist Master, what about me?" five-year-old Ouyang asked expectantly.

"I can ensure that you become a rich man!" Hu Yun promised, patting his chest.

"I also want to cultivate immortality!" Ouyang immediately refused.

"Compared to your brother, it would be better for you to be a rich man!" Hu Yun said with some reluctance.

"If you don't accept your brother, then I won't go either!" Leng Qingsong behind him said such a long sentence for the first time.

It was early autumn at that time, when all things were maturing, so he and Leng Qingsong were accepted as disciples by Hu Yun and officially embarked on the road of cultivating immortals.

From then on, the two of them were brought back to Qingyun Sect by Hu Yun until now.

And when he and Leng Qingsong arrived at Qingyun Sect, even the head was alarmed.

The one who alarmed the leader was naturally his little brother. After all, he was the protagonist. With such amazing qualifications, even the leader couldn't help but want to accept Leng Qingsong as his disciple.

But Leng Qingsong still refused the leader's solicitation because of himself.

"Wherever brother is, I will be there!" Leng Qingsong hid behind Ouyang and said such a long sentence for the second time.

As expected of his own cub, he just loves himself!

Ouyang looked pleased with this little brother who had social phobia.

"The raw jade is covered in dust! The raw jade is covered in dust!" The rejected leader walked out of the small mountain in despair, causing his master to laugh proudly.

As soon as Ouyang came back to his senses, Leng Qingsong was already sitting at the table with his sword in his arms. He had not eaten for three days and he immediately started gobbling it up.

The sword energy around him has not been completely withdrawn, and the chilling sword energy echoed throughout the small courtyard.

Sitting at the other end of the table, Hu Tutu's little body was shaking to pieces. The pressure Leng Qingsong gave him was too strong!

Compared with the third senior brother just now who gave himself the illusion of not knowing when he would die, the person in front of him could kill him easily!

Grandpa, is the world so dangerous? Tu Tu me, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back alive!

Hu Tutu thought with a cry in his heart.

Bai Feiyu next to him looked at Leng Qingsong sitting on the table with solemn eyes. He was just a teenager, but he actually gave himself such a sense of oppression!

What a talent this is! It seems that I have to practice harder!

Otherwise, wouldn’t it be too ridiculous for me to be the reincarnation of an ancient sword immortal?

Leng Qingsong, however, had no idea what the two of them were thinking. He looked at the three-eyed chicken with feathers on the dinner table, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he reached out to get it.

Ouyang tapped Leng Qingsong's hand reaching for the last chicken leg with his chopsticks, frowned and said, "Have you washed your hands? Let's go to the table and eat!"

Leng Qingsong took back his hand and washed his hands honestly.

When Leng Qingsong came back, Ouyang looked at Hu Tutu who was still sifting through the chaff and comforted him softly: "This is your second senior brother Leng Qingsong, who is also my younger brother. Even though he is fierce, he is actually surprisingly gentle!"

Ouyang told the truth, although his adopted brother gave people a cold feeling that no strangers should enter, but Ouyang, who had been with him day and night for so many years, knew that his little brother was just a little afraid of society.

Hu Tutu reluctantly showed a smile, indicating that he understood.

After hearing Ouyang's introduction, Leng Qingsong looked at Hu Tutu in surprise and uttered one word: "Fox!"

"What kind of paste is it? The stew is just right. Eat yours quickly!" Ouyang picked up the chicken leg and stuffed it into Leng Qingsong's mouth, blocking Leng Qingsong's mouth.

When the meal was over, everyone returned to their own rooms with their own thoughts.

Only Ouyang's voice was left shouting at Leng Qingsong: "Get out! Don't bring the quilt over. Find a place to sleep by yourself. Don't share a room with me!"

And Hu Tutu lay on his own bed with relief. What happened today completely exceeded his psychological expectations.

Tutu, where have I come?

Hu Tutu remembered that before he left, his grandfather said earnestly: "My child, as an innate Taoist body, others will definitely not be able to see your true body, so you must not tell others your identity, otherwise you will be killed. !”

Tutu, even a few senior brothers can’t tell me that I am a spirit fox!

Tutu's delicate little face wrinkled into the shape of a bitter melon. He had big things to do when he came to Qingyun Sect, but after just one day here, he felt the oppression from the human race.

If there are so many talented people on any small mountain peak, the Qingyun Sect or even the entire human race cannot compete with the demon race at all!