In the dark canyon, beast bones were everywhere, and an unbearable stench emanated from the air.

At this time, lying among the bones was a tall young man covered in blood, it was Luo Feng.

Luo Feng did not die. When he jumped off the cliff, he inserted the Yamata Sword into the cliff wall to buffer him. Then, with the terrifying vitality of the Di clan's bloodline, he withstood the impact of the inertia of the fall.

However, Luo Feng also paid a heavy price.

At this time, he was curled up in the corner, breathing weakly. His white ribs penetrated his muscles and skin, and were exposed in the air. His right leg was twisted ninety degrees, showing a strange angle.

The Yamata sword hangs diagonally three hundred meters above the ground, exuding a faint blue luster.

"Who...are you?" Luo Feng squeezed out a voice from his throat that could barely be heard clearly by the two people in front of him.

At this time, only two people were seen standing in front of Luo Feng.

To be precise, they were an adult man and a little boy of eleven or twelve.

The adult man is as handsome as a charm, wearing a clean velvet fox suit that moves with the wind and exudes a scent of sandalwood.

The little boy was like an exquisite ceramic doll, holding the handsome man's hand, looking directly at Luo Feng with a pair of mature and experienced eyes, as if he was not an eleven or twelve-year-old child at all, but under his immature body was a sixty-year-old man.

The soul of an old man.

The child came to Luo Feng and said with an indifferent expression, "Some of the people who saved you don't want you to die, so you can't die now."

As he spoke, the child turned to the handsome man, as if he had changed again, and said in a cute voice, "Brother, please excuse me."

The handsome man glanced at Luo Feng with a stiff face. He silently stepped forward and briefly glanced at Luo Feng. He didn't care that Luo Feng's ribs were exposed to the air and hugged him roughly. Luo Feng wailed in pain.

The little boy sneered and said, "What do you call it? You just suffered a little injury. You are far behind my male god. I really don't know why my male god wants me to protect you secretly."

...

When Luo Feng woke up, it was already the second day away from the Damocles Stone in front of the major forces.

At this time, his whole body was covered with bandages, and the terrifying repair ability of the Emperor's bloodline was repairing several fatal wounds on his body at an alarming speed.

Across the way, the little boy was hiding in the arms of the handsome man, having been beaten, with tears in his big eyes.

"Are you awake?" the little boy said.

"Who sent you?" Luo Feng said, "Are you from China?"

The little boy pointed at his green eyes and said, "Look at me, do I look like a Chinese? I am of mixed race and I can only speak the Chinese language. You are so stupid."

"Not from the Chinese force?" Luo Feng wanted to move, but the severe pain in his ribs almost made him lose his breath. He could only stay still and then looked at this strange combination.

, "Who sent you? I almost died yesterday, but I didn't see you take action."

The little boy rolled his eyes at Luo Feng, and said in a sophisticated tone like an old man, "There are so many people, I don't want to die if I go there. Besides, it would be great if I could go down to find you. You should be moved, if my male god hadn't asked me to watch.

I don't care about you, you're so stupid."

Luo Feng was speechless, was he scolded by a little kid?

"Wait a minute, you're only eleven or twelve years old, how did you get in?" Luo Feng noticed something was wrong.

"It's up to you to take care of it," the little boy seemed to hate Luo Feng and glared at Luo Feng fiercely.

"Then you should tell me who asked you to save me, right?"

"Of course he is the world's most handsome man, the world's most talented man, and the world's most beautiful Emperor Wushuang. Wushuang is so great."

"You...what did you say, you were sent by Di Wushuang?" Luo Feng was extremely shocked.

Why did Big Brother, whom he had never met, send someone to protect him?

"He shouldn't have any reason to protect me, right?" Luo Feng narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

The little boy glanced at Luo Feng with disdain and sneered, "I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that they are all people of the Emperor's blood. How can my male god let a clansman who can threaten him appear, right?"

Before Luo Feng could speak, the little boy mocked, "I find that you are really thick-skinned. What qualifications do you have to compare with my male idol?"

"Young Master Di Wushuang, when you are nineteen years old, you have already stepped on the corpses of those weaklings who were banished to the fairyland and suppressed all the geniuses in the new era. Looking at you again, it is really embarrassing."

"What the hell!!!!" Luo Feng's heart twitched violently, and he almost pulled out a 40-meter machete.

"Are you looking for this?" The child pointed to the object above the bonfire in the corner. There was a hare stuck in this object, and it was sizzling oil and water under a medium-sized flame.

But that object made Luo Feng furious.

"Little brat, did you use my knife as a stick?"

It turns out that the object with the hare stuck in it is Luo Feng's Yamata Sword.

But the little boy said in a sharp and mean tone, "No matter what I give you, you are still a weakling. It is better to use it as a stick to roast a hare."

Luo Feng was so angry. If he hadn't been injured, he would have twisted this kid's head off.

After calming down, the cave fell into silence.

Luo Feng stared at the little boy lying in the arms of the handsome man and asked curiously, "Are you familiar with Di Wushuang?"

"It's not polite, you deserve to be called Di Wushuang?" the little boy said resentfully, "Please call me Mr. Emperor Wushuang, the male god."

"Okay, okay, Sir Di Wushuang, okay," Luo Feng didn't care about this and continued, "Has his current Emperor's bloodline reached the second level? Is the upper limit of the second level very strong?"

"Otherwise," the little boy looked at him with a rustic expression, "Unlike you, who is still a first-level trash at the age of nineteen, my male idol is already a second-level trash at the age of nineteen."

Luo Feng took a deep breath, hinting that he must hold it back, he must hold it back, and then he smiled with a smile and said, "The upper limit of the second level is the Immortal Realm, but why do I hear so many Nine

Aren’t even the powerful ones his match?”

"What, what do you want to do?" the little boy said warily, "I can tell you, no matter how hard you try, you can't surpass Master Di Wushuang. You should give up on this idea, but you asked the question sincerely, I

I will tell you with great mercy."

The little boy's face was full of pride. He sat up straight in the arms of the handsome man, straightened his chest and said, "I can tell you clearly that the upper limit of the second level of the Emperor's bloodline is the peak of the Immortal Realm. Whether it is Lord Dilongqi or Emperor Wushuang

Everyone has verified this truth one after another."

"But you have to understand one thing. Bloodline is not everything a warrior has. Top-level bloodlines will also be blessed by other media. This is very important."

Luo Feng touched his chin and said, "Just like the bloodline of the Ji family needs a handy weapon, the mysterious runes imprinted on Tong Jiuyou's eyes, and Xi Liuer's messy shield?"

"Almost."
Chapter completed!