You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 172 Ice Muscle
[First-level Linglong Blood: 24/100]

[First-level Linglong Blood: 25/100]

[First-level Linglong Blood: 26/100]

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The closer he got to level 30, the hotter Jiang Qiu's chest felt, as if his body had become a shackle of power and there was a raging volcano imprisoned in his heart.

His small body was as stiff as a rock, and a surge of strength burst out from deep within his blood, melting away the impurities in his veins with ease.

Sweat squeezes out of the pores and a sour feeling surges to the tip of my nose.

Jiang Qiu's body was shaking, and it seemed as if there was a flame burning on him, and his flesh was as hot as magma stone.

The effect of the water tracing back to its source is simply outstanding. Every time you hold on, the pain will intensify. There is a surging breath from ancient times pressing down from the sky, and the more you resist, the more intense it becomes.

But as long as you let go of your heart's defenses, the pressure will dissipate, and you don't need to continue to suffer. Your soul will curl up and retreat.
But how could I give up!

From the moment I came to this world, I was fighting with Yuri, Tang Guang, Feng Li and others for the Fruit of Enlightenment. No matter how far away the Northern Border was described in the stories sung in the tribe, I had to fight for the Fruit of Enlightenment.

If he can't even beat the kids from the Beixue tribe, how can he compete with Yuri, Tang Guang, Feng Li and the others?

You must persevere to the end!
As his thoughts converged here, Jiang Qiu's eyes flickered like the tip of a sharpened gun.

He suppressed his trembling body, raised his head, and looked through the thirty-four meter high wall of people in front of him, and climbed onto the table on the altar. There was less than two-thirds of the witch incense left. If it could be boiled down to half, it would be considered a good bloodline!
But how can half be enough?
The chosen ones must hold on until all the witch incense is burned to ashes!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
When the witch incense was about to burn halfway, the forty or so guys present suddenly fell down like grass blown by the wind. They were suppressed by invisible hands almost at the same time and fell to the ground in large numbers.

This scene was reflected in everyone's heart, like a bolt of lightning that pierced through the big tree on which the birds depended for survival. They had sad faces, with a breath of anger stuck in their chests that they couldn't get rid of no matter what they did.

Even the young [Hua] pursed her lips until they turned pale, and her pink fists trembled silently.

The bloodline test is like a mortal born and raised by nature embarking on the journey back to his roots, crossing one mountain after another to find the relics of his ancestors.

If you can't get over this hurdle, you won't be able to see your ancestors, and you won't be able to receive their gifts.

However, excellent bloodline is a huge hurdle like a natural moat, and it is also like a heavy hammer hitting the head of each person who is full of expectations, making them dizzy.

Originally, there were still about forty cubs who could hold on to the critical point of excellent bloodline, but they all fell down at the same time, fainted, and became red and hot, reaching their limit.

There are only three people still standing on the field!

Plop, plop, plop.
I don't know whose heart is beating. Perhaps it's the parents hoping that their children will hold on until the incense is half burned. At this tense moment, the old witch was also moved, and his skinny five fingers clenched into fists.

Although there are not many fresh bloods suitable for training to become warriors this year, there seem to be some who have the potential to become excellent warriors!
Excellent bloodline means the potential to become an excellent warrior. They are strong people who can lead hunting teams and are the core of the prosperity of the tribe!
Moreover, the kid [Qiu] has actually managed to hold on until this point. Even if he is not the chosen one, he is still worth training for the tribe!
God-sent northern snow!

[First-level Linglong Blood: 30/100]

Suddenly, the panel jumped, and the heat like a volcanic eruption rushed to Jiang Qiu's crown. His pupils trembled wildly, and his eye membranes expanded, as if the blood in his body was awakening!
The energy in the abdomen is also dissipating like crazy!
[Blood Awakening] [Ice Skin]

[Brief description: Your ancestors once lived in extreme cold. They were unyielding to the weather and terrain, and moved forward courageously, forging a body of ice. Now this ability to transform into the environment protects you, and your skin is as solid as ice.]

A light white frost condensed on Jiang Qiu's face, as if it was smeared with fine salt, but few people noticed it and just thought it was snow falling on his face.

But [Hua] kept staring and couldn't help muttering: "There's frost on [Qiu's] face. Is it too cold?"

Hearing the child's mumbling, the lame old man also noticed something was wrong and squinted his eyes: "Why is there frost?"

Logically speaking, the bodies of the boys who are undergoing blood tests are the hottest at this time. Even if they lie naked on the frozen river, they will sink into the ice a little.

Not to mention the softest snow in the world, which basically melts as soon as it touches [Qiu's] face. How could it be cold enough to form frost?

If you say it is the awakening of bloodline talent, that is not correct. Usually, only when the witch incense is burned out, the chosen one with great potential will awaken his bloodline talent.

It is really unreasonable for strange symptoms to appear now.

The old witch also noticed this. He frowned slightly, but seeing that Jiang Qiu was still standing upright, he did not interfere.

And now there are only three people on the field. They are like the white cranes left after the flock of chickens disperse. When the witch incense has burned halfway, they are still standing there with clenched fists!
"what--"

Suddenly there was a loud gasp, and the four-year-old kid in the same row with Jiang Qiu staggered to the ground. His palms, cheeks, and forehead were all red and swollen, and he was still mumbling about being hungry when he was taken away.

"Those with excellent bloodlines can join the main hunting team to learn and have the right to participate in the distribution of prey."

As the old witch's announcement fell, a woman screamed excitedly: "My family [Mu] has excellent blood! It is an excellent bloodline!"

She ran over to take care of her child with joy, and the people present also talked about it with envy in their eyes: "That child really performed well. Although he is the oldest among the two hundred people, I heard that when he went out with the hunting team, he was able to catch some ice-toothed rats on his own."

"The tribe really made a profit from this bloodline test. Great, great."

No matter whose child he is, as long as he has good bloodline, it is a blessing for the tribe. Only when the tribe is strong can everyone live a better life.

After a small excitement, the emotions of the onlookers became tense again. They stared at the only two people who persisted on the field, and their emotions were entangled like a big net.

"[Qiu] has actually managed to hold on to this point. He really is very likely to be the Chosen One."

"If he can hold on to the end, he will indeed be the Chosen One, but he doesn't seem to be in good condition now?"

The sound of whispers filled the air. The old witch frowned deeply. He squinted his eyes and looked at Jiang Qiu. His young face did not turn red due to the heat. Instead, it was covered with large patches of white frost. It was really strange.

The child who was holding on with him was shaking like a sieve, but he stopped shaking and became motionless.

Like frozen into an ice sculpture.

(End of this chapter)