Infinite World Projection

Chen Changming frowned and looked at the young man aside: "What is your relationship with Wen Liuxia?"

Being in this spirit sect, they all have the surname Wen, and all of them have a liu character in their names. It would be too coincidental if it was a mere coincidence.

Wen Liuhe was taken aback, and then said: "She is my eldest sister."

"Why, you are also related to her?"

He suddenly became interested, looked at Chen Changming, and couldn't help asking.

Chen Changming glanced at him lightly, without speaking.

Should I say, is it your sister who got me in?

He secretly complained in his heart and shook his head secretly.

Chen Changming didn't expect such a coincidence. As soon as he entered this so-called decisive place, he ran into Wen Liuxia's younger brother.

But this also aroused his curiosity.

"Since you are Wen Liuxia's younger brother, how come you come in?"

Chen Changming glanced at Wen Liuhe, then asked.

Although I don't know the real details of Wen Liuxia, there is no doubt that Wen Liuxia's status within this Lingzong should not be low, otherwise it is impossible to invite Xia Qi to let Chen Changming stay for so long before coming in.

So as Wen Liuxia's younger brother, why did Wen Liuhe come in?

"do not talk."

With a bitter smile on Wen Liuhe's face, he began to talk about his experience.

In his narration, Chen Changming also understood the whole story.

Wen Liuhe is indeed Wen Liuxia's younger brother. Both of them are half-parents, and both are the children of the previous generation who abandoned the master.

It's just that compared to Wen Liuxia's talent, Wen Liuhe's talent is terrible, almost a waste.

The people of the Spirit Sect emphasize the strong first, and Wen Liuhe is so qualified, and the treatment he receives can be imagined.

So, in order to change his situation, he secretly entered the inheritance hall and practiced the inheritance of the Spirit King Secret Code.

After practicing the Secret Book of the Spirit King, the things that followed became a matter of course.

Lingzong has its own legal principles, but anyone who practices the Secret Book of the Spirit King cannot escape, even if Wen Liu and the son of the Master of Abandoning the Vessel are the same.

So soon, he entered this place, started fighting with other spirit king inheritors here, and finally turned himself into this look.

Had it not been for Wen Liuxia's shelter and placed him here, and sent someone to pull him back from the chaotic grave, he would have become a withered bone.

"This experience... is a bit like a failed version of the counterattack of waste materials..."

Chen Changming looked at Wen Liuhe on the side, and didn't know what to say at this time.

Is a rich second-generation unhappy?Isn't soft rice fragrant?Have to rely on yourself?

The results are good.

Looking at Wen Liu and the weak face, Chen Changming didn't say anything in the end, but only a few words of comfort, and then told his own experience.

"Because of outstanding talent, my sister caught him in?"

Listening to Chen Changming's experience, Wen Liuhe was shocked, his expression constantly changing, and finally a touch of sympathy slowly emerged.

"I came in because of bad aptitude, but you came in because of too good aptitude."

A weird look appeared on his face, and he laughed at himself: "This world is really weird."

Chen Changming didn't know what to say.

However, since telling his own experience, this person's connection degree has been increasing, and it is estimated that it will soon be able to project.

In the next few days, Chen Changming's life was fairly calm.

If you exclude the constant roar around, it is indeed the case.

Unfortunately, this peaceful day did not last long.

Seven days later, a black armored guard walked silently to Chen Changming's door.

Chen Changming slowly opened his eyes.

As the door of his room was opened, a faint golden sunlight poured into the room.

On the opposite side, in another room, the door of the room was also opened, and a person walked out slowly.

It was a very young man, in his early twenties, wearing a broken black leather armor, his face was not pale, but rather ruddy, as if he had a fever.

He walked out of his room with a look in a trance, so he raised his head and looked forward, and then stared at Chen Changming tightly.

"I don't want...I don't want..."

His face was blurred, he was still muttering to himself while walking, and his condition looked very bad.

Chen Changming took a deep breath and stood up silently.

The soft armor was already on his body, and the long knife was in his hand.

"I'm holding the knife, no problem, right?"

Holding a jet black long knife, Chen Changming's face was calm, and he looked at the black armored guard beside him and said.

The black armored guard glanced at Chen Changming, did not return to this question head-on, but spoke a little sluggishly: "It's your turn."

Without getting a positive answer, Chen Changming assumed that he was okay, holding the jet black long knife in his hand, slowly walking out of his room.

"Boy, are you okay."

In the room on the side, Wen Liu and some weak voices came.

"Just look at it."

Chen Changming spoke calmly and walked forward slowly.

The distance between the two slowly approached, and then in the body, an inexplicable throbbing feeling began to rise.

From the beginning of the blood in the body, bursts of vast power surged, almost giving people an illusion that it was vast enough to crush everything.

Chen Changming knew that this was just an illusion, and if he was caught in it, the distance would not be far away.