Chapter 620 Parents

The bell for another day of classes rang at Zijing Middle School.

Qian Yilan walked into the classroom almost on time, walked straight to the last row and sat down. Her eyes couldn't help but glance to the side, and a trace of sadness flashed across her eyes. The seat next to her had been vacant for a long time.

Every time she entered the classroom, she had an expectation in her heart, hoping to see the familiar smiling face in the last row when she walked into the classroom, but every time, it was unsuccessful.

"You, are you okay." Qian Yilan whispered, "The spies of the martial arts world outside the school have almost been evacuated, but you haven't come back yet."

Luo Feng's battle at the Tiandi Dojo shocked the martial arts world, and all the sects and schools also found out Luo Feng's background and knew that Luo Feng was studying at Zijing Middle School. However, as time went by, all the sects and schools almost confirmed a fact that the genius Luo Feng might have completely fallen.

There were sighs, regrets, and secret joy.

There are a hundred kinds of people in the same rice.

The classroom was quiet for a while. The students were busy doing their homework, preparing for the upcoming college entrance examination.

"Before the college entrance examination, you must come back. This is the last chance..." Qian Yilan's eyes were firm. "For the last time, in the college entrance examination, I must defeat you."

Hu! Wow!

The waves of the Three Gorges hit the banks, making bursts of loud noises.

"Move the mountain!"

Hu! Hu! Hu!

It was like a violent storm, with a huge momentum, and the palm wind was rapid and sharp.

Heaven-level martial arts, moving mountains.

Boom...

A huge hole was blasted out of a cliff.

Golden light shone everywhere, and purple air came from the east.

It was shining to the extreme.

Luo Feng's figure jumped back, and he adjusted his breath. After a moment, he opened his eyes and smiled slightly.

"Mountain Moving Style has finally reached perfection."

These days, Luo Feng has given up on forcing Xiaodao to recognize him as his master,

and instead concentrated on practicing the Purple Air Coming from the East Divine Art, and in one fell swoop, he practiced the Mountain Moving Style in [Mountain Reclamation] to perfection.

"From today on, I can delve into the 'Sea Reclamation Style'. This move seems to be more complex and more powerful than the 'Mountain Moving Style'." Luo Feng's heart was full of expectations, and he clenched his fists lightly, feeling that his whole body was full of strength.

While practicing the 'Mountain Moving Style' to perfection, Luo Feng's first level of Purple Air Coming from the East also reached perfection.

At this moment, Luo Feng's internal strength has reached the great perfection of the ninth level of Ming Jin. As long as he starts practicing the second level of Purple Air Coming from the East Divine Art, he can easily break through to Dark Jin.

"I don't know where the other beads are?" Luo Feng was expectant and helpless. The first bead was obtained because of the spectacle of 'Panlong Tuzhu', and the second one was a coincidence. Luo Feng had no idea where the third bead would be. If he couldn't find it, he would only be able to stay at the second level of the Purple Qi from the East Divine Art in his lifetime.

"How can I reach the top five on the Saint List with only the second level?" Luo Feng's expression revealed a bitterness.

Sitting cross-legged, just as he was about to start practicing the second level of the Purple Qi from the East Divine Art, a gust of wind suddenly came from behind him. In an instant, Luo Feng's eyes suddenly opened, and his figure suddenly jumped up, avoiding the attack from behind.

"Old man, you're attacking me from behind again, so despicable." Luo Feng shouted, and immediately blasted with all his strength, his fists faintly glowing with golden light, and the Heavenly Stage Moving Mountain Fist crushed the sky and the earth.

Bang, bang, bang.

An old man and a young man, blasting head-on.

Boom.

Luo Feng's body was blown away and hit the cliff, creating a deep pit with thick smoke...

If you look carefully, there are more than one similar pits on that cliff.

The depths are different.

"Hey, not bad, today's pit is much shallower." Jiuchi Laodao sighed and nodded with satisfaction, "You are worthy of being my Jiuchi's apprentice, your talent is a monster."

A moment later, Luo Feng jumped out with a gray face and glanced at Jiuchi Laodao speechlessly. This old guy rushed out to give him such a blow almost every day when he was practicing. Although he was on guard every day, there was only one result, that is, he was blasted into the cliff by this old guy.

Luo Feng was extremely indignant and more shocked.

No matter how much he improved, this old guy easily defeated him every time.

Why didn't I think this old guy was so awesome when I was a child? Luo Feng remembered that when he was a child, the old guy was clearly a cheater...This is really unscientific!

"No practice today, follow me to the top of the mountain to drink." The old man waved his hand.

Luo Feng was about to refuse, but Jiuchi Laodao said, "After this drink, I will leave."

Hearing this, Luo Feng's pupils could not help but tremble, looking at Jiuchi Laodao.

Jiuchi Laodao jumped, as light as a swallow, and climbed to the top of the cliff, and Luo Feng followed closely.

At the top of the cliff, there was a stone platform, and two stone benches were cut with a knife.

This is where Jiuchi Laodao drinks almost every day. Drinking here, overlooking the world, the heart is open, and there is indescribable comfort.

"Old man, where are you going?" Luo Feng took a sip of wine and pretended to be indifferent.

In Luo Feng's heart, Jiuchi Laodao is the only relative.

Deep in his heart, he absolutely does not want to be separated from Jiuchi Laodao, of course, he can't say it.

"Do one thing." Jiu Chi drank freely, then threw the wine bottle in his hand down, stood up, and stared into the distance. After a moment, he looked sideways at Luo Feng, "I thought I could wait until Jiuli Holy Sword left after recognizing its owner, but it was too late. "

"What are you doing?" Luo Feng couldn't help but blurt out.

"Do something. I have wanted to do it for decades, but couldn't do it." Jiu Chi's experienced eyes wiped away the complexity, looked at Luo Feng, and smiled, "You have grown up too. He is an adult and is so promising. Your parents would be very happy if they saw it. "

"My parents?" Luo Feng's expression changed, and he stood up suddenly, his voice trembling, "My parents, where are they...?"

Jiu Chi's expression changed for a moment, and after a while, he sighed, "I can only tell you that your parents are closely related to the sect that Jiu Xuan Tiannu is in now. If you can step into the sect within three years, If you are among the top five on the Saint List, you may have a chance to meet them."

"My parents...my parents..." Luo Feng murmured, his eyes were slightly red, and he stared at Jiu Chi Lao Dao, "You mean, I, I have a father and a mother."

"You do." Jiu Chi nodded.

Two lines of tears fell from Luo Feng's face, and he murmured repeatedly, "I have a father and a mother. I am not an orphan? I have a father? I have a mother? Is it true? Is it true?"