C1 (2/2)

Currently, Ling Yan was fifteen years old, and he was at the early Second Stage of the Mortal Realm.

In the eyes of the people in the small town, Ling Yan was already very outstanding, very powerful.

However, only Ling Yan himself was clear that the person that this world lacked the least was a genius.

He did not know how many countries there were on the continent, but based on what he knew, there were more than forty million people living in South Africa alone.

Among them, there were one to two million martial artists. Not to mention a second-grade talent, even a third-grade martial talent would be uncountable. Among them, his second-grade and high-grade martial arts talent would only be a lower grade.

His father had once failed to choose the best martial arts school in South Tong Kingdom, Crimson Nimbus Martial School, and he wanted to enter Crimson Nimbus Martial School to make up for the regret in his father's heart!

And in a few more days, it would be the first day of spring, the day of Crimson Nimbus Martial School's enrollment. Even Ling Yan, who had a calm demeanor tempered by the monotonous daily drudgery of cultivation, couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.

With his current strength, wanting to enter the Crimson Nimbus Martial School would be quite difficult.

”One hundred and eighty-six, one hundred and eighty-seven, one hundred and eighty-eight …” ”Two hundred and one, two hundred and one …”

Now, Ling Yan could feel his thigh begin to uncontrollably tremble. Lactic acid was rapidly secreted, and his muscles were increasingly sore. Ling Yan clenched his teeth, tightly grabbing onto the large rock on his back with both hands, maintaining a stable center of gravity.

At this moment, a clear and hurried voice could be heard within the courtyard. Even before the person had arrived, the voice had already traveled over.

”Big Brother Yan, Big Brother Yan, it's bad, it's bad, those people are coming again! ”Wuu, dad, he …”

Hearing this voice, Ling Yan's expression changed. He immediately threw the stone on his body onto the ground, making a ”peng” sound. The moment the beautiful figure entered, he felt her body lighten and was quickly pulled out by someone.

”Yuan-er, are those ingrate here again?” While they were running, Ling Yan asked with a stern expression.

”Yes, wuu. Big Brother Yan, Daddy … It seems like his condition has worsened …”

The little girl that was being pulled by Ling Yan was called Ye Chong'er. He was about fifteen years old and had a pair of crystal clear eyes that were as bright as stars. His fine black hair was draped over his shoulders, and he had a touch of gentleness.

”Hmph, those people!” Ling Yan coldly snorted and did not say anything, but his feet became even faster.