The Magician of Cultivation

"Brother Wu, it's true, it's Xiaochuan. Xiaochuan is a famous fighter. The younger generation in our Yuexi Village finally has a fighter again." There was excitement in Zhang Fugui's eyes.

Village Chief Wu was stunned when he heard this, "Xiaochuan? Who is Xiaochuan?"

"He is Wu Long's son."

Zhang Fugui suppressed his inner excitement and narrated the entire process of the competition on the training ground.

The eyes of Village Chief Wu and Li Chengfeng became brighter and brighter as Zhang Fugui explained.

The fiery gaze was fixed on Zhang Chuan, causing beads of sweat to appear on the latter's forehead.

Zhang Fugui spoke with saliva flying, re-presenting the scenes of the game, making both of them feel as if they were there.

"I didn't expect this old guy to be so eloquent."

Village Chief Wu looked at Zhang Fugui's appearance at this moment and found it a little funny. However, he also understood that Lao Zhang, like him, had been under great pressure over the years.

A full quarter of an hour later, Zhang Fugui finally finished telling the story of the competition. Village Chief Wu and Li Chengfeng did not speak, quietly digesting the information Zhang Fugui brought.

"Wulong, is he Xiaochuan?" Li Chengfeng's voice was old, hiding his unconcealable joy.

"Uncle Li, he is my son, his name is Zhang Chuan. Chuan'er, call me great grandfather."

"Hello, Grandpa," Zhang Chuan called out obediently.

Li Chengfeng didn't say anything, but stretched out his skinny right hand and placed it on Zhang Chuan's shoulder.

"boom"

Li Yu immediately felt the surging, hot and oppressive power emanating from Li Chengfeng's body.

This made his eyes narrow slightly, "The power of the peak of foundation building? Is this fighting spirit?"

After a few breaths, Li Chengfeng withdrew his right hand, and a smile of relief appeared on his old face.

He nodded to Village Chief Wu and said, "His physical strength has indeed reached the standard of a martial artist, and there is also some weak fire element in his body. However, because he has not practiced any skills, he has not yet formed his fighting spirit, and his realm is unstable."

"Hahaha, okay, okay," Village Chief Wu stroked his beard, his face flushed.

Li Chengfeng looked at Zhang Wulong and asked with a smile, "Wulong, Xiaochuan's physical attribute is also fire. He can also practice my skills. I wonder if you are willing to let him learn from me?"

"Ah, Master, are you going to teach me personally?"

Zhang Wulong suddenly became excited.

There are currently three fighters in their Yuexi Village, among whom Zhang Fugui and Village Chief Wu are only at the peak of martial arts, while Li Chengfeng is at the second stage of fighter, the peak of martial arts.

In their Camel Hump Mountain area, a warrior at the peak of his powers is considered a strong one.

There are no fighters in their Yuexi Village at the moment, and the reason why they have not been removed by Qinglan Village is largely because of Li Chengfeng.

However, as we get older, the influence of the latter gradually weakens.

"It is Chuan'er's blessing to be taught by you personally. Chuan'er, kneel down quickly and kowtow to your great grandfather," Zhang Wulong said hurriedly.

Zhang Chuan immediately knelt down and kowtowed three times respectfully.

Li Chengfeng did not dodge either. After being hit several times by Zhang Chuan, he smiled and pulled him up.

"Brother Long, congratulations. I believe that under the guidance of my great grandfather, Xiaochuan's future will be limitless."

Li Qing walked up to Zhang Wulong and handed him the white oak bow.

"I don't have anything to give you, so this white oak bow will serve as a gift."

Zhang Wulong's face darkened when he saw Li Qing coming, but after hearing what Li Qing said, his expression softened a lot.

It seems like relief and liberation.

He looked at the white oak bow and did not reach out to take it. Just as he was about to refuse, Li Qing's words reached his ears again.

"Brother Long, the children are the future of Yuexi Village, and the white oak bow is a waste for our Li family. I am not giving it to you, but to Xiaochuan."

"Wulong, please accept it. Xiaochuan needs this white oak bow," Li Chengfeng also said.

Zhang Wulong couldn't refuse after hearing this.

He took the white oak bow and let out a long breath, as if he wanted to let out all the depression that had accumulated in his chest for many years.

"Thank you," Zhang Wulong said softly.

"Haha, we are brothers, so we shouldn't talk behind each other's backs. No matter what kind of misunderstanding it is, it has been so many years, so let it go."

Zhang Fugui laughed it off, and the looks Zhang Wulong and Li Qing gave each other gradually became gentler.

Seeing that everything had been resolved, Li Chengfeng stood up and said in a hoarse voice, "If there is nothing else, I will take Xiaochuan back first. The foundation of a martial artist is crucial, and I still need to make some preparations first."

"Okay then. Second uncle, I'll trouble you with Xiaochuan's matter." Upon hearing this, Village Chief Wu also stood up and prepared to send Li Chengfeng away.

"Wait. I'm not here just because of Xiaochuan's matter." Zhang Fugui spoke quickly when he saw Li Chengfeng was about to leave.

"Oh?" Li Chengfeng stopped when he heard that.

"Fugui, if it's not something particularly important, don't bother Uncle Li. We can just discuss it between the two of us."

Zhang Fugui hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Second uncle, Angkor Wu. Just now at the training ground, when Xiaoyu shot the last arrow, I felt the fluctuation of the element."

He said with a somewhat uncertain tone, "I think Xiaoyu might...may have a talent for magic."

"What did you say?"

Village Chief Wu's voice suddenly rose.

"Fugui, are you... sure?"

Even the mature and prudent Li Chengfeng's voice trembled. Zhang Wulong, Li Qing and Zhang Chuan were stunned.

"I'm not sure, so I came to you." Zhang Fugui's voice was a little low, and he was obviously unsure.

"Among the dozens of villages around Camelback Mountain, only Little Saint Village has had a magician in history. We don't know anything about magic."

"Yeah," Li Chengfeng nodded.

Even though there are only three fighters in their small Yuexi Village, it seems that there are many cultivators in this world.

actually not.

The spiritual energy in this world is very violent. If you live in such an environment for a long time, your body will be corroded by the elements. It is relatively easy to cultivate fighting spirit.

But magicians are different. They need talent, mental strength far beyond that of ordinary people, and an affinity for elements that is greater than that of ordinary people.

In terms of the overall proportion of the continent, those with fighting talent account for about 20%, while those with magic talent account for less than one in ten thousand.

Of course, talent does not necessarily mean that you can become a fighter or a magician. It also requires acquired efforts.

Li Chengfeng felt it for a while before reluctantly retracting his fighting spirit.

"Uncle, how is Xiaoyu?" Village Chief Wu asked hurriedly.

"I don't know either," Li Chengfeng sighed.

He didn't know much more about magic than Zhang Fugui and the others.

"Second uncle, Brother Wu. How about we go and ask Mr. Qiao?" Zhang Fugui looked at the two of them and asked.

"Mr. Qiao?"

Village Chief Wu's heart moved, and he couldn't help but look at Li Chengfeng, "Second Uncle, what do you think?"

He couldn't make up his mind about this matter.

When Old Qiao came to the village, people outside the village said that he was the one who was looking for him. But in fact, it was Li Chengfeng who nodded in agreement.

Li Chengfeng frowned and thought for a long time, and finally shook his head.

"Xiaoyu's affairs must be kept secret. After all, he is an outsider."