Sword splits the universe

"Hey! It seems that I will never have a chance to enter the inner sect in this life! Even so, so what? I will never give up!" Han Feng stood firmly outside the gate of the Han family's inner sect.

Han Feng is a disciple of the outer sect of the Han family in Tianwu City. His parents died early. He made a great wish since he was a child to join the inner sect and become a core disciple.

Han Feng's talent is extremely strong. He had cultivated to the peak of Houtian martial artist at the age of ten. At that time, he was called the first genius of the outer sect by the disciples of the outer sect. He soon received the attention of the inner sect.

However, Han Feng found sadly that he could not break through the realm of innate warriors at all. Every time he broke through, there seemed to be something blocking his breakthrough.

Gradually, his reputation has also declined, and the inner sect seems to have forgotten this genius who was famous for a while, and he was jokingly called a genius of one year and a waste of a lifetime by the disciples of the outer sect.

For the past six years, Han Feng has been trying to break through, but to no avail. As a genius, at least a former genius, Han Feng has his own pride. If he is mediocre, he might as well be a wild man. So he never gave up!

Han Feng shook his head and was about to leave when four teenagers walked over and suddenly saw Han Feng standing at the gate of the Inner Sect. One of them couldn't help but sneered, "Oh! Isn't this Han Feng? Our Outer Sect What's the matter with the first genius in "Back then"? Still wanting to enter the inner sect? It's not that I look down on you, you're useless in this life!"

The others laughed loudly.

Han Feng was furious, "You..., Han Yue, don't bully others too much."

The boy named Han Yue smiled disdainfully,

"What? Are you unconvinced? Come and fight, I will compete with you with one hand."

Han Yue is also a disciple of the Outer Sect, and his strength is not bad. He is an innate early-stage warrior, and he can also be ranked among the top ten in the Outer Sect.

Han Feng was about to agree, but when he thought of Han Yue's strength, it was like a pot of cold water poured on his heart. Han Feng didn't say anything more, but just gave Han Yue a cold look, then turned and left. Although he was not afraid, neither was Han Feng. an impulsive person.

Hearing the laughter coming from behind, Han Feng couldn't help clenching his hands. In the past six years, such a thing happened once. Han Feng suffered a lot of humiliation, but he insisted on enduring it all. He has his own With such arrogance, he regards everyone's ridicule and sarcasm as the motivation for his cultivation.

Han Feng returned to his home quietly alone. Han Feng's home was a small wooden house, very dilapidated. This was the only thing left to him by Han Feng's parents. When he walked into the room, the room was dark and damp, with insufficient space. Big, a wooden bed occupies more than half of the entire room.

Han Feng sat on the bed, closed his eyes and began to practice, the vitality in his body has been cultivated to the limit, the only thing to do now is to break through the realm of innate warrior, Han Feng gritted his teeth,

"This time we must make a breakthrough!"

Han Feng mobilized all the vitality in his body and controlled it carefully. The vitality was slowly gathered together by him. He frowned, and the vitality hit the meridians of his body like a flood. Cold sweat broke out on Han Feng's forehead, but he was nervous. Gritting his teeth tightly, he suppressed the severe pain coming from his body.

Even so, no matter how the vitality was impacted, the meridians in the body still did not respond, just like the city wall, standing still, and after a while, the vitality slowly spread around the body like a defeated rooster and began to hide.

Han Feng's face was pale, and he collapsed on the bed as if he had collapsed. His hands were clenched into fists, and his nails pierced into the flesh. Some blood flowed out faintly, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Failed, failed again, why is this happening!"

"Why on earth is this!"

Han Feng yelled angrily. The disdain, ridicule, and sarcasm for the past six years almost drove him crazy. He endured it silently, so that one day he could break through the innate warrior and enter the inner sect, so that his parents There is light on his face, so that all those who laugh at him can watch him walk on the road of that peak warrior!

But the repeated blows almost made him collapse. He once asked several doctors, but they all said that they had never seen such a thing, and they were helpless.

Han Feng wiped the tears from his face. He seldom cried. Except for the one time when his parents died, he never cried. Even if he was excluded and ridiculed by others, he was still strong, just because of his father's words talk,

"Son, your father, I have nothing to do in my life, but I don't regret it, because I tried hard, I persisted, although I failed, but I never gave up, remember, you can't cry no matter what, a man, blood is not Weeping, I believe my son will be able to fulfill his father's unfulfilled wish and become a disciple of the Inner Sect!"

Han Feng sorted it out, and said to himself, "Yes, I can't cry, and I can't give up. I must help my father fulfill his wish! I must let that halo of genius shine on me again. I believe that one day I can cultivate into a congenital warrior."

Han Feng walked out of the door, ready to go to the martial arts training ground to practice martial arts. His martial arts is an ordinary martial arts book "Windcatcher".

It was bought for him by his father who had spent his entire life savings, and Han Feng has always regarded it as a treasure.

Han Feng walked to the martial arts training ground. At this time, there were many foreign sect disciples practicing kungfu inside. Han Feng was about to go in when a middle-aged man stood in front of him.

Han Feng glanced at him suspiciously, "You are?"

The middle-aged man sneered, "I'm the new manager of the martial arts training ground. The old guy from before is old and has gone home to take care of himself."

A hint of surprise flashed in Han Feng's eyes. The former manager was an old man, very kind, and the disciples of the foreign sect were also very kind. The disciples of the foreign sect respected him as Grandpa Han. He was also very kind to Han Feng, and he often taught Han Feng martial arts. Han Feng has always regarded him as a relative.

Han Feng adjusted his mood, "Then why are you stopping me?"

The middle-aged man said, "It's nothing, just to tell you, the management has changed, and the rules of the martial arts training ground will also be changed. From today onwards, disciples of foreign sects must pay some family contribution points when entering the training ground."

Han Feng glared at the middle-aged man angrily, "What, you need a little contribution point every time you go in? Why don't you grab it? Your family owns the training ground?"

Seeing Han Feng's ignorance, the middle-aged man's face darkened, "Get out if you don't contribute. I'm the boss of the practice field, and I set the rules. It's up to you whether you come or not."

Han Feng laughed angrily, "What if I insist on going in?"

The middle-aged man became angry, and he slapped Han Feng's chest with his palm. He was an innate martial artist, and Han Feng was able to withstand it. He was slapped and flew upside down. He fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The middle-aged man smiled disdainfully and said, "With your strength, it's useless to come to the practice field for a lifetime, so get out of here."

Han Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, got up from the ground, and looked at the man fiercely.

The middle-aged man left without looking at him.

Han Feng clutched his chest and slowly left the martial arts field. A sense of humiliation filled his heart. He knew that this is a world where the strong are respected. If you have no strength, anyone can trample you under your feet. He will never Let such a thing happen, because his arrogance will not allow it!

Han Feng came to Grandpa Han's residence. Grandpa Han used to be the manager of the martial arts training ground, so the place he lived in was not bad. Han Feng looked at the luxurious house in his eyes and knocked on the door.

Not long after, a servant opened the door, looked at the embarrassed Han Feng, and asked a little strangely, "Are you okay?"

Han Feng smiled and said, "My name is Han Feng. I'm here to find Grandpa Han. I wonder if he's at home?"

The servant nodded and said coldly, "Then wait a moment, I will report to the master."

Han Feng looked at the closed door again, and couldn't help smiling bitterly in his heart. He could tell that the servant looked down on him.

"Alas~ strength!"