Douluo: The junior sister of Jian Zong is a saint in Wuhun Hall

If Feng Qianyan cannot open this secret realm, it means that the Feng family has no fate with this inheritance.

Ye Ling'an frowned slightly, the Feng family was too unreliable.

It seems that this generation of the Feng family still relies on Feng Qianyan.

"Calculating the time, Qian Yan should be arriving at Ning Xing City soon."

The eldest elder of the Feng family spoke slowly, with a heavy look on his weathered face.

It's obviously just one step away, so why is it stuck here?

Everyone in the Feng family felt extremely uncomfortable. They were all waiting for this moment.

"Then wait for Feng Qianyan to come back."

Ye Ling'an's tone suddenly turned cold. The reaction of the Feng family was what she expected, but the way to open this secret realm was still not within her consideration.

The talents of the Feng family are average.

Ye Ling'an stood aside, attaching his blue soul power to the sword-shaped statue to cover its soul power fluctuations.

Ever since he discovered the statue, Ye Ling'an has been standing guard here to ensure that the statue has not been touched by anyone else.

Only by mastering the information first-hand can you be invincible.

Ye Ling'an thought so.

"almost."

Feng Wenhua said with a calm face. They sent a message to Feng Qianyan as quickly as possible in order to get Feng Qianyan to come back as soon as possible.

Feng Qianluo, Feng Qianyun, and Feng Qianzhi couldn't complete the last sword move together, so they could only pin their hopes on Feng Qianyan.

Ye Ling'an thought that if her martial spirit had been Fengjian, she would have gotten it by now, and it wouldn't be their turn to waste time here.

Feng Qianluo still refused to give up and kept trying.

There was a determined expression on her delicate face. She bit her lip and acted regardless of the pain in her body and the fear in her heart. However, her arms only moved forward a few centimeters before she felt as if she was carrying a weight of about one hundred centimeters. The pounds of rocks made it impossible for her to move.

Heavy pressure swept over her, breaking her determination.

It was precisely because the last step was difficult that she wanted to complete it to prove to everyone that her efforts were not in vain.

Ye Ling'an glanced at her lightly and said calmly: "Sometimes when you reach a certain level, hard work alone is useless."

It is difficult to make progress without talent, this is a fact that cannot be concealed.

Ye Ling'an knew that she could become a Contra at such a fast speed because she had her own strong talent as a stronghold, plus she had worked twice as hard.

It's not that Feng Qianluo didn't work hard, it's just that her talent couldn't support her to complete this last step.

“I don’t know whether I will succeed if I don’t work hard, but I will definitely not succeed if I don’t work hard.”

Feng Qianluo had a pale face, and his hoarse voice fell clearly on everyone's ears.

Their eyes were focused on Feng Qianluo's body.

Indeed, if she has this determination, she will not be looked down upon by others.

Success must be measured slowly, but if you don’t work hard, why should you reap success?

Nothing can be gained for nothing.

Hearing this, Ye Ling'an said: "What you said makes sense, but you can't convince me because your heart is trembling."

"As the saying goes, words and deeds should be consistent. What's the point of saying this over and over but not being able to do it? I will do it if I say it. Do you have the courage?"

Ye Ling'an's tone was very cold, and she didn't care much about other people's eyes.

She has enough strength to make it impossible for others to refute her opinions.

It's not that she's becoming arrogant, it's that she doesn't care about it.

"Of course I can!" Feng Qianluo gritted his teeth and said with determination in his beautiful eyes, "I will definitely give it one last blow."

Feng Qianluo was particularly unwilling. Her talent was not low and she could not be timid about such things.

She chose to face it in the most difficult way.

She tried her best, breaking out in cold sweat, frowning, and painful moans came from her mouth.

Challenge the limits of your body and express the injustice with your own actions.

Why should people who are not talented enough be stuck in certain realms?

Shouldn't they be recognized for their tremendous effort?

Just because one sentence of talent is not enough, can't you move forward?

Why? !

She had to break through the limits of her talent so as not to get stuck at a certain step because of her talent.

Since the ancestors of the Feng family have set this level of difficulty, it means that it can definitely be achieved among the Feng family.

Ye Lingan saw the unyielding look in her eyes and immediately thought of Bei Liejiao.

In the past, Bei Liejiao was also so unyielding, resisting the unfairness of fate.

"Then give it a try."

Ye Ling'an did not stop Feng Qianluo's movements and allowed Feng Qianluo to continue. Because if people don’t give it a try, how can they know where their limits are?

The faces of the eldest elder of the Feng family and Feng Wenhua were solemn, and neither of them spoke. Obviously, they thought about tempering.

You can rely on others to help you fall, but in the end it is better to rely on yourself.

Feng Qianluo's words touched them a lot.

Who has never been young?

Young people always have to have the courage to fight hard. It has nothing to do with talent, but with their own pride.

Feng Qianluo closed her eyes, carefully studying the move. Her movements all fell into Ye Ling'an's eyes, and complex emotions flashed through her blue eyes.

Everyone thinks differently.

Time passed little by little, Feng Qianluo raised his giant sword and swung the weapon at a slow speed.

Originally she was stuck in the last position, unable to move, but now she gritted her teeth and broke through the limit of her talent, and actually made the last move.

Continuous movements, blue soul power, and the Wind Sword Martial Spirit floated in the mid-air. It suddenly grew in size. The sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and a sudden heavy wind and rain swept over. Feng Qianluo's figure actually looked lonely, and a feeling of desolation arose spontaneously.

Ye Ling'an's eyes flashed with joy, because she could feel the changes in the wind sword-shaped statue.

Its soul power fluctuates ten times more than before.

The looming blue magic circle emerged, making Ye Ling'an realize that the magic circle was about to open.

She poured soul power into it, and eight soul rings appeared on her body. Seeing this scene, the rest of the Feng family also used their soul power to help Ye Ling'an.

They could feel that the soul power required by this magic circle was huge, and it was not something that Ye Ling'an could bear.

Such a big movement naturally attracted the attention of other forces in Ning Xing City, but the Feng family locked up the news in order to prevent these people from snooping.

The flickering blue sword formation appeared on the ground, and Feng Qianluo's face was as pale as a piece of white paper.

Ye Ling'an stretched out her right hand, and she supported Feng Qianluo from behind, so that Feng Qianluo would not lose his strength and fall to the ground.

Ye Ling'an's blue eyes looked helpless, "It's still not enough!"

"This is not enough to open the secret realm."

Ye Ling'an held the Hanying Divine Sword in her left hand, a blue luster flashed past, and she began to use that sword technique.

From the runes, she mastered the movements and postures of this set of swordsmanship, faster than Feng Qianluo and others.

"If it's not enough, then let me do it."

Feng Qianyan's cold voice suddenly appeared.