"What?" Huantian was shocked: "All of this is my father's arrangent, but...why?"
He looked at his broken right arm with disbelief on his face.
His father nurtured him and taught him painstakingly, so he could understand.
But why did his father abolish him?
After breaking his right hand with a sword, he can only use his left hand with a weapon. If he wants to re-train, he doesn't know how long it will take.
Moreover, his talent has been reduced due to the use of occult techniques, so what will happen to him even if he returns to practice, it is not a waste.
"A warrior, no matter how strong he is, if he has fatal flaws, he will not go far after all." Huantian's tone was very flat and excited: "Your wisdom is not worse than mine. At a young age, you can control the entire call. Sejong."
"If the Cloud City Alliance is not too strong, or if the Poison Demon's power is too deep, it is still unknown who will die."
"The smarter you are, the more deadly your weaknesses are."
"In order to train you, how about letting the entire Calling Sejong be buried for you? It's all worth it."
"It's not worth it!" Huantian shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Let change my proud personality. There are countless ways. This thod is too extre."
"No." Huan Yin shook his head: "This is the fastest, best, and most morable thod."
"Moreover, there is no use to summoning Sejong. If it is destroyed, it will be destroyed. There is nothing to be a pity."
"Everything in this world, no matter how precious it is, is inferior to you. They just attack and use it, as long as they get the desired result."
"So Call Sejong is destroyed and destroyed. All this is in my expectation. You don't need to bla yourself. This is all in my expectation. In my opinion, the result is much better than I thought."
"A dilapidated sect, in exchange for a brand-new son, it's worth it."
Huantian's mouth was full of bitterness, and at this mont he even felt that his father was crazy.
Huan Yin said excitedly: "Do you know what is most precious in this world?"
"What?" Huantian has no other thoughts, just want to know how to recover himself.
"It's you." Huanyin patted Huantian's shoulder, her expression getting more and more excited: "When your mother gave birth to you, I knew that this is the best gift God has given ."
"You are a genius, an unprecedented genius, a hundred, thousand, ten thousand tis more precious than Calling Sejong, and even more precious than the entire Heavenly Dragon World."
Huantian really felt that his father was crazy. He knew his father loved him, but it seed too sick.
The more he knows that his father loves him, the more ashad Huantian is. He bowed his head and said dejectedly: "I have let my father down. My talent is ruined. Like ordinary warriors, there is no future."
My father cares about his talent the most. Now that his talent is ruined by his own hands, my father should be disappointed. He should be able to wake up from the madness?
"No, no!" Huan Yin shook his head, "I deliberately let you practice "Blood Escape", so why don't you understand its side effects?"
"Your talent has not been ruined by "Blood Escape", and "Blood Escape" cannot ruin your talent."
what? Did his father deliberately let him practice the secret technique of "Blood Escape"?
Huantian was stunned, thinking carefully, yes, he was still young at the ti, and the techniques he had contacted were not powerful.
With the preciousness of "Blood Escape", it is impossible to appear in front of him.
In other words, all this was really arranged by my father long ago!
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