C4

"Hur hur." Ding Yi laughed, this fellow was truly a ruthless person.

Golden Fur was truly ruthless. After being whipped by Ding Yi dozens of times, his face was covered with blood, and the corners of his brows were all broken. He stood up without making a sound, then kneeled down, wiped the blood off his face, and looked at Ding Yi with a beaming smile.

Ding Yi immediately gave him a number: "Remember my number — — 139--If you want to find me in the future, call me. If you don't accept it, get someone to give you a call?"

When the two brothers heard this, they quickly looked at each other and looked at each other.

He also came to the Tetrandrine, and every time he got beaten up, he would start to miss his great-grandfather.

Furthermore, in the distance, ignoring Golden Fur's grief, Ding Yi crossed the road in a comfortable mood. Woosh! He threw the Swiss Army Blade in his hand away, and the wound was still bleeding.

As he walked, he called a taxi.

In less than 15 minutes, he returned to his residential district.

Ding Yi's parents had both died when he was young, so he was temporarily staying at his aunt's house, which was not far from school. However, because Du Yiyi had brought him across the city area on his motorcycle, he had to call a taxi.

Aunt lived on the second floor, and Uncle and Aunt were the only people in the house.

The two of them had not slept yet. His uncle's name was Du Shicheng, a small member of the Dongning City's Education Bureau. He did not have much power, a type of delinquent who had retired.

Her uncle was not bad, but her aunt Zheng Hui was very snobbish, especially after seeing that Ding Yi had heavily injured her and caused her to pay a large sum of medical fees. She was already wishing that she could immediately kick Ding Yi out of her house.

"Xiao Yi, you're back?" When Du Shicheng saw Ding Yi returning home, he was first overjoyed, and then, he saw that his clothes were stained with blood. "You …"

He didn't dare to say it out loud from behind, and hurriedly shot Ding Yi a glance as he returned back to his room.

"Not bad." Ding Yi did not speak anymore, and directly went into his own room.

Seeing Ding Yi walk into his own room, Du Shicheng's expression was complex. There was a bit of guilt, but also a bit of helplessness.

"Little Rascal fought with someone again?" Behind Du Shicheng stood his wife, Zheng Hui. A middle-aged woman wearing pajamas.

"What did you say?" He's your nephew. " Du Shicheng shouted in anger.

Zheng Hui disagreed: "It's your nephew." Then she raised her eyebrows. "I didn't treat him as a nephew. I threw him out long ago."

"You …" Du Shicheng was a little afraid of his wife, and shook his head in anger.

Fighting every day, going to three different schools in three years. So fond of fighting, let him go to society and be a hoodlum for a bit. Let me tell you, after finishing the third year of high school, I won't spend any more money on him to go to university.

"You …" Du Shicheng was both angry and anxious. "He's only eighteen years old, where are you telling him to go and work? Besides, what does fighting have to do with going to college? Who isn't full of youth and vigor? Back then, I also fought for you to get to know you. "

"Oh? You old thing, you dare to talk back? Was fighting still the right choice? "Back then, I was blind enough to look for you," Zheng Hui's voice suddenly became many times louder as he scolded.

"Be quiet, be quiet." Du Shicheng was extremely anxious.

The more he acts like this, the louder Zheng Hui's voice became, his face ashened: "You old thing, you still haven't peed for yourself? You're going to retire in a year, your son is about to graduate from university, do you have the money to buy him a house?"

"Where does your son work? What about marriage in the future? He was about to die of poverty, and yet he was pretending to be a good man? Let me tell you, Du Shicheng, our family doesn't raise useless trash … "

The more Zheng Hui talked, the angrier she got. She had originally hoped that Ding Yi's results would be better, so that she could spend a little money to recuperate. In the future, when he graduated from university, he could get a job and even subsidize her family.

Ignoring the fact that their results are not good, if they were to go to a university that often fights with others, could they even go to look for a job?

Du Shicheng's face was flushed red as he turned around to look at Ding Yi's room. Gritting his teeth, he stomped his feet: "Enough, let him sleep well.

"Hmph." Zheng Hui was satisfied and turned around and strutted back into the room. She muttered to herself, "Why didn't you beat this little bastard to death?

If we get killed, we can ask for a few hundred thousand, and our son's house will be safe.

"Sigh …" When Du Shicheng heard this, he was so angry that he shook his head.

Ding Yi's room.

He sat on the bed with a calm expression. He didn't blame his aunt for this, the Ding Yi in the past was someone who only knew how to fight and didn't study well.

However, Ding Yi would not be like that in the future.

After sitting for a while, he slowly closed his eyes.

Shua, after closing his eyes, he saw the inside of his body.

One, two, three, a total of ten streams of white energy shuttled back and forth within his body. These white energy followed his entire body, and then gathered at Ding Yi's Dantian.

He slowly opened his eyes and exhaled. He stretched out his hand to take a look. The wound from earlier had already disappeared. The wound had miraculously recovered to its original state.

"I wonder if there are any other cultivators like me on this earth?" Ding Yi muttered to himself.

That's right, the thing that had just healed his wounds was the immortal energy in his body, and he was possibly the only cultivator on Earth.

Not long ago, he was just an average student who liked to fight.

However, last week, something had happened that had changed his entire life, allowing him to become a legendary cultivator.

At that time, he had fought with his classmates over a small matter. During the fight, his classmates purposely broke the only relic that his mother had left him, a jade pendant.

In his fury, Ding Yi had beaten his student up until he vomited blood and was hospitalized. He had almost been expelled from the academy because of this.

After that, relying on his relationship with his uncle, he managed to transfer from the Third High School to the First High School of Dongning City.

Ding Yi also benefited from this misfortune, and just like what was written in the novels, when his blood accidentally merged with the jade pendant, he actually discovered an enormous secret.

So there really were cultivators in this world.

This jade pendant was left behind by a former cultivator. It contained the final will of an immortal cultivator and ten strands of immortal energy.

When the jade ornament was broken, the final will of the cultivator was also fused with Ding Yi and disappeared.

In other words, Ding Yi inherited the precious wealth of this cultivator and became the first true cultivator on Earth.

Unfortunately, Earth didn't have any resources for cultivation. These days, his cultivation had been very slow, and could even be described as stagnant.

"This won't do, I have to earn money and buy good jade. Right now on Earth, only ancient jade can help me increase my immortal aura, otherwise, I'll be like this a hundred years from now. I won't die, I won't live." Ding Yi thought.

He might be the last immortal on Earth, but he didn't want to be the most useless one alive.

He wanted to earn money and cultivate. From the inherited will, the only thing that could help him cultivate on Earth was the ancient jade, and the ancient jade required a large amount of money.

Right now, he only needed to cultivate 20 streams of immortal energy. With 20 strands of immortal energy, he would be able to cultivate the first immortal technique and do a lot of things.

"My body seems to have become stronger again?" Ding Yi then thought for a moment, and looked inside his body again.

His heart was beating vigorously, and his blood vessels were like steel bars. He could feel that every inch of his skin was hiding terrifying power.

He could now see the power within his body. It was called spiritual will.

Divine will, the mind of a human. It was invisible and untouchable.

A strand of immortal energy could produce a strand of divine will.

The more immortal energy there was, the stronger the telepathic thoughts would be. The further one looked, the clearer they would be. If one released their telepathic thoughts outside of their body, they would see even further, but they would harm the telepathic thoughts.

Now, as long as he willed it, his eyes would be like a reconnaissance aircraft that could fly. As long as he thought about it, he could see it even with his eyes closed.

Perhaps his immortal energy was limited, as he could only see within twenty meters.

However, the twenty meters covered the entire sixth floor of the building, as well as the two nearby buildings.

"This telepathic thought is really amazing." Ding Yi sat on the bed with his legs crossed and closed eyes, he carefully felt the function of the spiritual will.

Like a light breeze, it slowly flew from his room to the ceiling.

When his Divine Sense pierced the ceiling and reached the floor above, Ding Yi felt like he had stepped into another room.

Everything in the room was displayed clearly in front of him. At this moment, the telepathic thoughts were him, and he was the telepathic thoughts.

He even felt as if his soul left his body, floating in the air.

Upstairs, there were three of them. Their parents were asleep, while the boy was sitting in front of his computer playing a game.

Ding Yi's divine sense quietly flew to his shoulder, on the computer, the boy could not feel anything, he was focused on trying his best.

After looking for a while, Ding Yi felt bored and tried to think further.

Phew, the telepathic thoughts began to move horizontally through the building and into the outer space.

Under the moonlight, Ding Yi felt like he was a ghost in the wind, slowly penetrating into another building.

There were no lights on the fifth floor of the opposite building. Ding Yi used his consciousness to enter the only room with lights on the third floor, room 2.

's eyes first lit up when he went in through the window. Then he saw a man and a woman chasing after him, playing around.

"Damn, is someone working?" Ding Yi was immediately overjoyed.

His spiritual will had shortened the space between him and this place.

The truth was unbelievable.

In particular, the woman's long legs were tender, white, and slender, an eye-catching sight to behold.

Looking at it, he could not help but want to reach out and touch it.

With a whoosh, his spiritual will slid across his big white leg.