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"Hmph, Ling Feng is my disciple, this is a fact that no one can change, even if he doesn't manage to cultivate the zhenyuan, tomorrow I want to see, what the Master can do to me, what can it do to my disciple! If anyone dares to make things difficult for my master and disciple, I will put my life on the line! "

Looking at Zi Xiang's leaving figure, Li Zhangkong shook his head helplessly. After which, he angrily left the place.

"Hmph, I have trained bitterly for 50 years, and am now an expert of the zhenyuan Realm. If I kill you as a junior, I would be afraid of dirtying my hands!"

"On the path of cultivation, you must persevere and never be impatient. Feng Er, take your time, I believe in you, one day, you will be able to cultivate zhenyuan!" Reaching out and gently patting Ling Feng's bronze shoulder, Zi Xiang calmly comforted him.

"But Master, tomorrow will be five years. I still haven't refined the zhenyuan, I'm afraid I'll …"

"Feng Er, don't worry, everything has Master, I will definitely not leave you be." After taking in a deep breath, Zi Xiang said with a serious expression.

"Master, didn't Master say that back then? As long as I am able to refine the zhenyuan or defeat any disciple of the zhenyuan realm within five years, I can enter the Haotian Sect. Don't worry, even if I don't refine the zhenyuan, I will definitely not let you down tomorrow. Clenching his teeth tightly, Ling Feng's childish face revealed a resolute expression, as if there was some kind of promise that was worthy of him using his life to protect it.

"Feng Er, nothing can be forced, but Master believes in you. Today, you should rest early and recover your spirit." He lightly patted Ling Feng's shoulders, and after he finished, Zi Xiang started sighing softly, and with a complicated expression, he turned and walked forward.

Staring at Zi Xiang's figure that was getting further and further away, five years of time, Ling Feng could feel a sense of love and care from him, and when he saw the figure waiting for him, Ling Feng's heart trembled, as though he had touched something, following that, she saw him tightly clenching his hammer-like fist, he muttered:

"Master, you treat me like your son today. In the future, if you fall into danger, I, Ling Feng, will definitely respect you as my father.

I won't give up! "