Crematorium-style love with the male protagonist of the starting point

Wang Mang was not in the mood to see the relationship between father and son. He opened the backpack and took out the unlocked invisibility ring and put it on the first grid.

If Ruan Hang couldn't beat him, he would bring a ring and rush up to bite people. With his current physical fitness, when his flesh and blood injuries healed, let alone the third-level body, it would be no problem to kill a third-level refiner.

Wang Mang ground his teeth, the roots of the sharp teeth were exposed, shining with a gloomy white light.

He raised his paw again and looked at his nails—it didn't feel too sharp, so he picked a random stone and started grinding it.

In the evening, Ruan Hang removed Wang Mang's bandages, put him in a large bathtub, and poured the potion he made into the water.

Ruan Hang was taking a bath in another bathtub by himself, and he undressed in front of Wang Mang without warning and entered the water.Water droplets hung on the bulging muscles, and the skin turned reddish under the transpiration of the heat. Wang Mang narrowed his eyes dangerously when he saw a large area of ​​beautiful scenery, and the whole wolf was about to move.

Ruan Hang laid one arm flat on the edge of the tub, resting his head on it, and stretched out the other arm to stroke Wang Mang's wet hair, scratching his neck and chest.

Wang Mang raised his head comfortably, and obediently let Ruan Hang scratch himself, the feeling of smoothing his fur greatly pleased him.

"Dahei, soak for another three days and you'll be fine. After that, I'll help you wash your marrow and see if you can wash out your spiritual talent."

"It would be great if you could change form." Ruan Hang showed a look of fascination, "I heard that purebred orcs are very beautiful."

Watch your words!

Wang Mang squinted at him.

"I really want to see..."

……

The next day, the fighting arena in one of the offshoots of the Ruan family was extremely lively.

Almost the entire family gathered here, just to watch the legendary waste material without spiritual talent - the competition between Ruan Hang, the only son of the patriarch, and Ruan Jie, who is one of the most talented in the clan.

The two stood opposite each other in the circular field of the competition. Ruan Jie was a young man who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, affectionate and sultry, with a hint of contempt, and a pair of slit-like eyes revealing a mocking light.

Wang Mang was entrusted to Ruan Ji by Ruan Hang, and Ruan Ji tied Wang Mang with a rope, and led him to sit on the viewing seat of the patriarch of the duel field.

Such a big monster attracted the attention of many people, and the clan members who were a little far away got together and whispered.

"Is this dog a patriarch's pet?"

"Probably not, the patriarch's mount is a lion mastiff."

"It was raised by Ruan Hang. He doesn't have any spiritual talent at all. What kind of beast is raised by anyone."

"It makes sense."

"..."

Wang Mang's hearing is very good, of course he heard these words verbatim, he didn't care much.As a divine beast, the only Holy Silver Wolf in the Qi Refining Continent has no need to get angry with these short-sighted people.

And Ruan Ji, as the patriarch, is a top-notch master at the four levels of distraction, so he naturally heard these words clearly.He exerted a slight force on the hand holding the armrest, and cracked several cracks in the armrest made of crystal stone.

On the competition field, Ruan Jie took out his weapon from the space mustard - a middle-grade long knife of the ground level, which was also the No. 3 reward in the competition in the clan last year.

This knife is of the ice attribute, and when it hits the ground, there will be bursts of cold air, and it will feel extremely bone-piercing if it touches it.

Ruan Ji's hand gripped harder.

The appearance of this knife caused a commotion, and the noise of watching the battle more than doubled.

"Ruan Jie wants to put Ruan Hang to death."

"I thought I could see Ruan Hang resist a few times, but I didn't expect that Ruan Jie really didn't give him a chance."

"It's so cruel..."

Hearing the discussion in the audience, Ruan Jie sneered, hooked his fingers on the rope tied to the handle of the knife and twirled it twice, looked up at Ruan Hang, "I didn't expect to fall off the cliff, you didn't Death, fate is really great, but unfortunately today is your death day."

Ruan Hang didn't look at him the whole time, and kept following the big black dog next to the patriarch who was scratching his neck with a backward step. He turned his head and replied when he heard what he said, "Sorry, I didn't hear what you just said, you can say it again one more time?"

"You!" Ruan Jie's eyes turned dark for a moment, and then he smiled disdainfully, "It doesn't matter if you didn't hear, I will send you to hell immediately."

He raised his hand to signal to the referee that he was ready.

Ruan Hang untied the bandage wrapped around his bone knife, revealing the original appearance of the bone knife—it was plain and indifferent, and it was impossible to tell what kind of bone it was made of.

Then raise your hand.

The referee stood outside the field and raised the flag with the spirit pattern printed on it.

"Ruan Jie, the contestant, will you be strong in life and death?"

"stand!"

"Ruan Hang, the contestant, set up a life and death certificate?"

"stand!"

As soon as the words fell, Ruan Jie quickly grasped the handle of the knife, and the cold air immediately dissipated.

The scene is on fire.

The spirit patterns on the flag spread out, forming a transparent and invisible semi-circular protective cover that enveloped the competition venue.

If you want to see the boundary of this cover, you must at least reach the distraction stage.

In Ruan Hang's generation, the only ones who can see the spirit pattern cover are Xiao Feng and the elders of his ancestors.

Thousands of years ago, cultivators began to decline, and up to now there have been no saints or saints.

Wang Mang was born with a pair of eyes that could see through because of his special blood.

This is also the natal talent of the holy silver wolf family. As a Western beast family, it is an existence favored by heaven, and even if the spiritual vein talent is completely destroyed, it will still not be destroyed.

Ruan Jie lifted the long knife and gathered the true energy in his body onto the long knife. The cold air was gradually driven to condense into a thick solid, gathered into the shape of a blade. He squinted at where Ruan Hang was, swung the handle of the knife, The blade on the string slashed at him violently.

Ruan Hang stood on the spot without dodging. He mobilized the zhenqi in his body, and the zhenqi full of fire elements floated on the surface of his body, and there was a tendency to condense into a solid body, like a raging fire that suddenly ignited.

The audience exclaimed.

The blade was close, and just when everyone thought he was going to take this move head-on, Ruan Hang moved, but the phantom flickered, and the blade landed in the empty space, chopping the ground it came into contact with with great force. Out of a gully several meters deep, the surface is covered with a layer of ice.

After avoiding the blade, Ruan Hang came straight to Ruan Jie. It was not much bigger than the test field. He almost teleported to Ruan Jie. The bone knife in his left hand slashed towards Ruan Jie's face. Jie was in crisis, subconsciously blocked Ruan Hang's attack with the long knife in his hand.

There was a "clang", and the sound of metal collisions from weapons colliding was deafening.

Ruan Hang laughed suddenly, he raised one corner of his mouth, his smile was evil and unparalleled, and he clenched his fist with his free right hand, the real energy in his whole body exploded in an instant, and all the veins on his arms burst out He came out, and punched Ruan Jie who had lost his abdominal defense with a powerful punch.

The zhenqi was so strong that it was almost solid in an instant, before Ruan Jie could make any other expressions, he flew upside down, hit the spirit pattern cover, fell from it, and made a hole in the field.

Ruan Jie's father, Ruan Yunliang, immediately lost his composure, and got up to teach Ruan Hang a lesson.

Ruan Ji forced him back to his seat with threatening eyes.

Ruan Yun sat down reluctantly with conscience, his eyes still fixed on the situation on the stage, ready to rescue him at all times.

Ruan Hang stood where he was, holding the bone knife in his left hand. The qi in his body didn't subside, but intensified instead, which made people think of a word - rebirth from the ashes.

He is no longer the good-for-nothing of the past.

"It's over so soon? Ruan Jie was the one who got knocked down?"

"I've used all the knives on Ruan Jie's ground floor, but I can't beat Ruan Hang?"

"How many levels has Ruan Hang entered the body? You won't enter the refining period, right? I remember that the true energy entity can only do it when it enters the circulation period?"

"It's growing too fast, it's scary!"

Ruan Hang calmly glanced at the people in the audience, with no other emotion in his eyes except coldness.

Ruan Jie coughed twice, struggled to get up from the ground, spat out a big mouthful of blood, which soaked the clothes on his chest.

He staggered a few steps before standing still, his eyes full of resentment almost wanted Ruan Hang to go out alive.

Obviously this person is useless, but he became the son of the patriarch and enjoys all the benefits. Even Ruan Yu, whom he had a crush on since childhood, likes him, but now he has talent, far surpassing him?

Not reconciled!So unwilling!How could he suddenly become so strong?unless……

right!He must have taken medicine!