All Heavens: Starting from Douluo

Lin Chaoci was unable to wait for the head of the Wen family.

But unexpectedly, a young boy came.

Well, he was just a young boy in his eyes, because in the eyes of this so-called young boy, Lin Chaoci was more like a young boy than him.

A twelve year old.

A six year old.

The pot calling the kettle black is true.

Even though the young man opposite him didn't say what he was here for, Lin Chaoci had guessed what he was about, because although he looked young, his mental age and experience were great. He bowed, spoke first, and said modestly, "Excuse me, who are you..."

"My name is Wen Bolin!"

"My father is the head of the Wen family."

Wen Bolin said this with an arrogant attitude: "You must be Wang Quan Mugui, a six-year-old kid. Tsk... You have only been practicing for a few years, and you dare to come to our Wen family to learn thunder magic. Even if I take action, it would be considered bullying you. Don't you know what our Wen family is good at?"

"The Wen family is good at thunder magic, of course I know that."

"I guess I'm not the only one who knows this."

"Everyone in the Dao League knows this."

Lin Chaoci was not angered by Wen Bolin's casual words. He always had the mentality of an adult. A boy of eleven or twelve years old, if he was naughty, would be hated by everyone, but no adult would get angry because of a child's words. His tone was always calm: "A man with ambition is not old, and a man without ambition is living a hundred years in vain. I always think that a person's ability should not be measured by age... I don't like the word "ask for advice". I prefer to call it "exchange". I will use my thunder method to your thunder method. We will learn from each other and share what we have. It's a pity that I didn't get to meet the old master Wen."

Hearing this, Wen Bolin raised his eyebrows slightly.

He was just a little arrogant and rebellious.

Not a useless person with no ambition.

Although the second half of the sentence was a bit harsh, as if he was not worthy of competing with Wang Quan Mugui, whose target from the beginning had been his father, not him, his son, but he still agreed with the first half of the sentence, as it really touched his heart.

However, if someone could make him surrender with just a few words, then he would not be Wen Bolin. He restrained his contemptuous attitude and clasped his fists tightly: "I am good at talking, but I don't know how good I am at fighting... My father doesn't want to bully a little kid like you, so I came. Although I am five or six years older than you, it would be a bit of a bully for me to fight with you, but don't worry, I will suppress my cultivation to a level slightly lower than yours, and I won't bully you because of my age!"

Lin Chaoci's expression was a little strange.

His eyes were also somewhat complicated.

Wen Bolin was confused for a moment.

Perhaps he was a little annoyed by being looked at, and his tone was a little unfriendly: "What's that look in your eyes? Are you sure you don't need me to suppress my cultivation?"

"You are a fifth-level Qi training person... Tell me, why are you suppressing your cultivation and showing me respect?"

Lin Chaoci straightened his chest and released the breath that was condensed in his body. In just a moment, Wen Bolin's expression changed, and his face was quite wonderful: "Speaking of the fifth level of Qi training, I will temporarily add that I have divided the cultivation realm in detail. The fourth level of Qi training is roughly equivalent to a small demon with awakened spiritual intelligence, the seventh level of Qi training is roughly equivalent to a great demon, the first to fifth levels of foundation building are equivalent to a demon king, the fifth to ninth levels of foundation building are equivalent to a great demon king, and the Golden Core Realm is the Demon King and the Great Demon King. There are nine small realms in each major realm. According to this standard, you and I are divided into the fifth level of Qi training, and I am at the seventh level of Qi training. Are you sure you still want to suppress your cultivation?"

In fact, Wen Bolin's talent is still very good.

A twelve-year-old boy, at the level of a little demon.

Just like the tiger spirit with two hundred years of cultivation that Lin Chaoci had killed in the mountain temple before, Wen Bolin could also kill it with some effort. To put it bluntly, although it is just a little demon, it takes a very long time for animals to open up their spiritual intelligence. Most animals with low intelligence need a hundred years to transform into demons, and this refers to natural evolution.

Wen Bolin is proud.

I really have the capital to be proud.

Moreover, at the age of twelve, he has just entered the growth period, and his body is developing rapidly. Sometimes, he can grow four or five centimeters in height a year. At this rate, Wen Bolin will be able to reach the ninth level of Qi training and touch the foundation building stage when he is around twenty years old. If he is lucky, he will break into the foundation building stage. With his thunder magic, he is not afraid of anyone except the great demon king. He is indeed a genius.

Unfortunately, I met Lin Chaoci!

Although Wen Bolin did not understand the fifth and seventh levels of Qi training at first, he could feel the magic power in Lin Chaoci's body that was stronger than his own. After listening to Lin Chaoci's detailed division of the realms, his only remaining doubts were answered, and his expression was naturally a little bitter.

but……

"If we fight with thunder magic, even if we use your realm classification, I am two levels lower than you, but it doesn't mean I will be defeated by your thunder magic!"

"My Wen family's thunder method is the best in the way of thunder!"

"bring it on!"

"Let me see your thunder method!"

"Let me show you our Wen family's thunder method!"

That being said, Wen Bolin was not careless at all. He stretched out his hand and a purple-green lightning burst out from his palm. Even if there was only one arc of lightning, it blew up several nearby trees that were as thick as three people hugging. There was a faint flash of lightning in his eyes: "Come on... or do you prefer defensive counterattacks?"

"Thunder is swift."

"I have no intention of defending and counterattacking."

"Just want to give you more opportunities to show off."

Lin Chaoci said this.

A flash of pure blue lightning bloomed at the fingertips.

The weather changed suddenly. Suddenly there was a strong wind and dark clouds covered the sky.

Wen Bolin's pupils shrank and his breathing became rapid.

The head of the Wen family, who was on his way here, subconsciously stopped. Then, as if he had thought of something, his expression changed slightly. He no longer dared to hide his figure and was wrapped in a pure purple lightning. In the blink of an eye, he arrived outside the rectangular training ground, stood on the eaves of the courtyard wall, and watched the situation in the field.

"I won't bully you either."

"To tell you the truth, this move should be used with sword-type magic weapons."

"It can be considered a sword technique."

“I omitted some of the steps.”

"But it's enough to deal with you!"

Lin Chaoci flicked out a finger expressionlessly, and the thunder that was originally wrapped around his fingertips flew towards Wen Bolin at lightning speed!

Like a sword's edge, so awe-inspiring!

It's so penetrating that you can tell at a glance!

"What a joke!"

"I am Wen Bolin!"

"It's the eldest son of the Wen family!"

"My Wen family's thunder technique... is invincible in the world!"

Wen Bolin felt a stinging pain like a thorn in his back, but instead of retreating, he advanced. The lightning on his hand unconsciously deepened a little in the direction of purple. With such a roar, a thunder hand about five meters long slapped out, as if to capture the tiny sword light!

On the other side, the head of the Wen family, who was standing on the eaves of the wall, did not watch the competition on the field, but looked up at the sky, his pupils full of shock!

The sword light failed to penetrate Thunder's palm!

and so……

The thunder dragon roared and descended from the sky!

It seems like the wrath sent down from heaven!

The enemy must be turned into charcoal!

The image of Lin Chaoci, tiny but majestic like a god, who seemed to be able to control heavenly punishment and with awe-inspiring power, was also imprinted in Wen Bolin's memory. Together with that sentence, at the last moment when the lightning submerged Wen Bolin's figure, it easily shattered all of Wen Bolin's pride: "The name of this move is... the true art of controlling lightning with the divine sword!"