Novel: He can control the growth rate of the worms, and later learns that it is because of the absorption of parchment

Everyone dispersed, and the Qin Mansion returned to calm.

In the hall.

Qin Changtian and his wife and Yang Fan were all worried, and Qin Feng himself did not react at all.

"Xiao Fan, aren't you supposed to cultivate today?" How will it come back? Qin Feng looked at Yang Fan and asked with a frown.

Although Yang Fan was worried, he didn't look at Qin Feng angrily: "Today, when I heard about your martial spirit as a worm, I wasn't in the mood to cultivate, and I came back directly, wanting to comfort you." But I didn't expect that when I arrived at your house, I met Bai Zhihan and retired from marriage. Now, you're in big trouble, and I can't go. If anyone dares to come to you for trouble, I can help you carry it. ”

Qin Feng was moved, and Yang Fan was indeed worthy of being his nemesis.

This also made Qin Feng think of Lin Xue, and his heart couldn't help but be miserable.

Yang Fan, Qin Feng, and Lin Xue all lived on this street, not far apart, and the three people of the same age, from the time they could walk, almost all played together.

When they reached the age when they could cultivate, Qin Feng and Lin Xue were both sent to the Tianwu Gate, became nominal disciples, and practiced together.

The three of them would not have been separated, but Qin Feng had been very skinny since he was a child, always taking Yang Fan and Lin Xue, who were a little younger than him, to cause some trouble.

Yang Fan's father was worried that if the three of them continued to be together, it would not only be possible to continue to cause trouble, but also affect the cultivation, so he sent Yang Fan to the Qingyun Sect.

Now the three hairs are small, only Qin Feng and Yang Fan are left, and Lin Xue is eternally separated from life and death, and this dead party has such a performance, which makes Qin Feng sad.

Because Qin Feng knew very well that if Lin Xue was still alive, he would definitely stand on his side and support him without hesitation.

"Xiao Fan, go back to cultivation!" Don't forget, a year ago, we swore an oath in front of Cher's grave. ”

"Now, I am unlikely to help her avenge her hatred and get justice for her, this burden can only fall on your shoulders."

"And if you can also show good talent, you will be more qualified to protect me."

"Even if I really get revenge from them, if there are three long and two short, only after you are strong can you help me avenge." If you stay now, it's useless! ”

Today's Qin Feng had already realized the importance of cultivation, and he only wanted Yang Fan to become stronger.

Therefore, even if he knew that he was an evolved martial spirit and was still a unique genius, he would not tell Yang Fan the truth for the time being, and then use such words to stimulate him and let him cultivate well, so that he would have a good future in the future.

Qin Feng's voice landed on the ground, and Yang Fanhu stood up, "Brother Feng, I will go back now and cultivate hard." I must not only avenge Cher and get justice, but also protect you. ”

Yang Fan finished speaking with a firm face, and then rushed out of the hall and quickly left.

Qin Feng watched Yang Fan leave, and a smile appeared on his face, but when he looked back, he saw his mother-in-law secretly wiping away tears, and his heart was sour again.

Because he knew very well, his mother must have remembered Lin Xue again.

Lin Xue is well-behaved and sensible, and is deeply liked by her parents, who regard her as a daughter.

She was killed, even if her parents, not in front of him, were too sad, not to mention how sad in private.

"Daddy, can you lend me your treasures?" Although Qin Feng saw that his mother was secretly wiping away tears, he did not say anything, and directly looked at his father and said.

His father's talent was not high, but he had a special love for martial arts, and he liked to collect things about martial arts on weekdays, that is, there were techniques, there were books that recorded martial arts, and the collection was messy.

When Qin Feng was still relatively young, his father focused on the collection of techniques.

This was his hope in martial arts, pinning on his son, but Qin Feng had no intention of practicing, thinking of having fun all day long, practicing in the Name of Tianwu Gate, and also three days of fishing and two days of slipping through the net, and he couldn't do anything with him.

Therefore, in the future, he no longer paid much attention to the collection of techniques, preferring to collect books that recorded martial arts.

It may be because of the collection of martial arts in the front that Qin Changtian has developed a habit, even if the collection in the back is more inclined to record the collection of martial arts, but also to collect martial arts.

It's just that it is no longer as good as before, paying attention to the grade of martial arts, almost seeing the martial arts, Qin Feng once had an image evaluation of his father's behavior - over-addiction.

Even so, Qin Changtian also regarded those collections as treasures, plus Qin Feng disappointed him, and did not let this guy enter the secret room where he hid books.

Because, he was afraid that Qin Feng would have no money to have fun, and the idea of beating his "treasures", even if he bought something at a high price, could be sold cheaply by this unfilial son.

As soon as Qin Feng's voice fell, Zhang Lan looked at Qin Changtian and said, "Changtian, my son wants to see it, let him see it!" Now that he understands things, he will certainly not do anything wrong again. ”

Zhang Lan's idea was very simple, that is, he wanted Qin Feng to indulge in her husband's collection of books, so that he would always crouch in front of Xue'er's tomb and be sad.

After all, the things that my husband collected, except for a few techniques, were of little value, but if you could see them, they were also quite interesting.

Qin Changtian sighed, then took out the key from his body and handed it to Qin Feng: "Wind Er, go in and see for yourself!" Remember, be sure to take it lightly and look through it gently. ”

"Got it, Daddy." Qin Feng answered, took the key from Qin Changtian's hand, and hurried away.

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Chamber.

Qin Feng stood sheepishly, also a little stunned.

Inside, there was a radius of thirty or forty meters, with rows of bookshelves, neatly arranged with books, some of which looked shabby, and indeed had a rhythm of rotting at the touch.

Qin Feng really didn't expect that his father would collect so many things.

If it was a year ago, Qin Feng would definitely scoff at these collections.

But now, as my mother said, he already understands things, and naturally he will not have such thoughts again.

Because he knows very well that even if most of the things here are of little value, they are also his father's painstaking efforts and hobbies.

Qin Feng was only slightly stunned, and began to act, carefully looking at the books on the shelves.

He just wanted to find books with evolved martial spirits now, take a good look at them, and take a closer look at the records of evolved martial spirits to further understand.

It's just that there are too many books in it, and the content is also very mixed, and the record of the evolutionary martial spirit may even be only a small record in the book, so he must turn it page by page.

Time passed slowly, and Qin Feng carefully looked through the books, but he did not find anything that recorded the contents of the evolved martial spirit.

I don't know how long later, Qin Feng came to the corner of a bookshelf and picked up a book that was placed there, but he did not expect that in the corner where the books were placed, there was also a yellowed piece of paper.

Qin Feng was curious in his heart, and carefully picked up the yellowed paper, and the moment he started it, he actually felt a texture.

It turned out that it was not paper, but a specially treated parchment roll.

Gently patting away the dust on the parchment roll and looking at the contents above, Qin Feng was immediately surprised.

On the parchment scroll, what is recorded is the content of the evolutionary martial spirit.

Putting down the book in his hand, he picked up the parchment scroll and looked at the dense records on it, but the more he looked at it, the more he shocked Qin Feng.

The above part of the record of the evolution of martial spirits is not much different from what Daddy once mentioned.

It's just that the content that those fathers didn't mention in the back made Qin Feng sweat straight out.

Evolved martial spirits, rare in the world, have not been encountered in a thousand years, can be described as the first martial spirit, but they are not tolerated by other martial artists, but when they are discovered, they are usually killed in the cradle.

Because, evolving martial spirits, there is also a terrible name - anti-heaven evil spirits.

Evolutionary martial spirits are divided into two kinds, one is the aura that swallows itself and is conducive to its growth; the other is more terrifying, as long as the fa is used, it can grab the energy of other people's martial spirits, nourish their own evolutionary martial spirits, and even directly devour other people's martial spirits.

The first type of evolutionary martial spirit, the target is only a material thing, it is not very terrible, the second type of evolutionary martial spirit, can be described as the public enemy of the martial artist, who sees who is afraid.

Moreover, there are also evolutionary martial spirits that can be called evolutionary martial spirits, and the two characteristics are possessed together, which can be described as the anti-heaven in the anti-heaven.

The evolutionary martial spirit that Qin Feng had achieved had already shown the first characteristic, but it was not yet known whether it had the second more terrifying characteristic.

Looking at the contents of the parchment scroll, Qin Feng couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

Fortunately, at that time, he did not tell the five elders of the Martial Arts Guild the fact that he was an evolved martial spirit, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

For such anti-heavenly evil spirits, as they grow, the power they display will continue to grow.

For example, the first kind of anti-heaven evil spirit, at the beginning, will only devour the aura that is in physical contact with the achiever and is conducive to its growth, and as the strength grows, this range will expand on its own, and as for the range to which it will eventually expand, there is no definite number.

Seeing the end, the parchment scroll has a terrible summary: the evil spirit against the heavens, not encountered for a thousand years, but all those who have achieved and can survive, there is no one in the world.

After reading the record of the parchment scroll, Qin Feng was completely stunned on the spot.

He is a genius, it is a fact, but it means that he is a short-lived genius.

The fact that evil spirits against heaven have not been encountered for a thousand years shows that in the Shenwu Continent, among the countless martial artists, it has lasted for a thousand years, and it is difficult to produce one person.

Behind this sentence, it is almost like saying, but any martial artist who has achieved the evolution of martial spirits will undoubtedly die.

Qin Feng took the parchment roll and was completely stunned on the spot, shyly out of his mind, and there was also unspeakable depression in his heart.

What about the First Martial Spirit? What about the genius of the world? If you can't even save your life, everything is a floating cloud.

It was just that Qin Feng quickly woke up.

No matter what kind of martial spirit he was, he had to continue to cultivate and become stronger.

Only in this way, after the fact that he was an evolved martial spirit was spied on and provoked a terrible hunt, would he have the ability to resist and have more chances of survival.

Just when Qin Feng had read this firm thought in his heart, something strange happened again.

He actually sensed that from the parchment roll, there was a strange breath surging and surging into his mind.