Painting the Ruthless Tyrant of the Rivers and Lakes

"No attribute?"

"How to refine a fighting spirit without attributes?"

It is well known in the mainland that fighting spirits are divided into five attributes: earth, fire, water, wind and electricity. After a warrior breaks through to become a bronze fighting spirit fighter, he can refine the corresponding fighting spirit according to the attributes of the soul sea, and his strength will skyrocket.

No attribute means that even if Zhu Youwen breaks through, he will not be able to refine the fighting spirit. His strength is far weaker than other bronze fighting spirit fighters, and he is simply a waste.

"No attribute? How come?" Zhu Youwen's smiling face froze instantly, replaced by panic and disbelief.

It has been fifteen years since he traveled to the Ancient Soul Continent. This world is completely different from the earth. Martial arts are respected, and there are no golden fingers against the sky. He firmly believes that man can conquer the sky, and he can become a strong man with hard work.

He has practiced Soul Guidance for ten years, day and night, just for this moment to stand out.

"Did I fail?" Zhu Youwen looked lonely and a little discouraged.

"Commander Yang, this must be wrong, let brother Zhu Youwen test again." Su Xinyuan pleaded.

Yang Xiong looked angry, and scolded: "Shut up, the soul power test is no joke."

The Luo family's soul power test is held once a year, and based on the test results, it is decided whether it is worth cultivating by the family.

The attributes of the soul sea can only be measured when the apprentice's soul power has been cultivated to a high-level seventh level or above, and has been purified to a certain level.

He was a dazzling genius last year, but now he is reduced to a laughing stock.

"Genius also has a moment to end, the most useless genius, haha, there is no place for you in the Luo family, get out of here." Someone said gloatingly.

"Go back to the village and plant more land, and people won't starve to death. Don't think about getting ahead."

Although they belong to the same line of the Luo family, the brotherhood is just a joke. No one will sympathize with a genius who once surpassed him.

When geniuses fall, there is only desolation.

Yang Xiong sneered, drew a cross on the roster, and announced loudly: "You are actually the most genius trash. You have wasted three years of resources in the Luo family. Immediately, Zhu Youwen and his parents will be expelled from the Luo family and will not be hired again!"

This sentence completely sentenced him to death, and there was no turning back.

"Brother Zhu Youwen..." Su Xinyuan blushed and tried to keep him.

"Go away." Zhu Youwen shook her hand angrily.

He was expelled from the Luo family and beaten back to his original form. From now on, the two of them are people in two worlds, the humble weak and the noble strong.

The girl stayed where she was, speechless for a long time.

Living in the house, his father, Su Jia, sighed and said, "The soul sea has no attributes, how could it be like this? Ah Cheng is practicing so hard, God is not fair."

"It's embarrassing to be expelled from the Luo family." Mother Zheng Lan said sadly.

Zhu Youwen sat on the wooden bench, his muscles tensed, and he felt unwilling, "I decide my own life. I just don't believe it. God will block the road. Soul power has no attributes. There must be a solution."

While anxious, the door was kicked open with a slam, and a young man in military uniform, leading a vicious dog, and several guards rushed in aggressively.

The two parents were so frightened that their faces turned pale.

"Su Jun, what do you mean?" Zhu Youwen got up and said.

"Don't yell at me, you are no longer the number one genius in my village, it's me now, and you're just a useless piece of trash, about to be kicked out of Luo Mansion." Su Jun said proudly.

"A 16-year-old with seventh-level soul power, even inferior to Xinyuan, dare to be arrogant, it's ridiculous." Zhu Youwen objected.

"You..." Su Jun's face darkened, feeling very upset.

Also from Sujia Village, Zhu Youwen stole all the limelight from him, even Su Xinyuan, whom he had a crush on, became his admirer, and he always held a grudge in his heart.

Su Jun sneered, "You won't be crazy for a long time. Commander Yang ordered me to supervise and drive you out of the house. If you dare to resist, I will let the black dog bite you."

The black dog is a hybrid of a soul beast and a dog. It looks like a dog and scales like a beast. It has a black mouth, black smoke from its nose, and bloodthirsty eyes.

"Woof..." The black dog barked twice, Su Jun smiled sinisterly, let go of the dog leash, and it rushed towards it.

"Oh, I accidentally loosened the rope." Su Jun said hypocritically, and the guards also watched the show indifferently.

"Acheng, save me." Mother Zheng Lan said in horror.

Zhu Youwen was furious, "Su Jun, you have the guts to come towards me." He flew over and put his hand in front of his mother.

Su Jun was in high spirits, and his heart was dark. This vicious dog has an amazing bite, and can bite through a big tree in one bite. Zhu Youwen's hand will definitely be useless after this.

Finally, revenge.

puff!The black dog bit his left hand, and Zhu Youwen's sleeve was stained red with blood. Just when Su Jun was elated, the vicious dog wailed and fell to the ground with its head and neck separated.

"You..." Su Jun's face changed slightly.

Zhu Youwen pulled the dog's head away, pulled out the dagger, wiped the blood on his clothes, and said coldly: "Even if the luck is bad and the genius declines, it's not something like trash like you that can be humiliated. It's as easy as killing a dog for me to kill you."

Su Jun took a step back in horror, the Heizui Dog was superior to him in strength and was killed with a single blow.

But he has guards to help him, so he doesn't need to do it himself, he said sternly: "Zhu Youwen resists in a corner, go up, beat him."

Several guards grinned grinningly and forced them forward.

The weakest guard in the Luo Mansion is also a bronze one-star soul fighting fighter, so he has no chance of winning.

At this time, the blood from the wound on Zhu Youwen's left hand flowed strangely into his palm, and a stone from the dog's head stuck to his hand.

He wanted to fight, but he couldn't stand still due to excessive blood loss, and his heart felt cold. Is it destined to be like this?