My Parents Are so Good at Fighting That It's Hard for Me to Even Show Off.

Xiao Heng felt that he had never had it easy in his life - his father was Xiao Wudi, the "ceiling of combat power" in Xuanhuang Continent, who could level the demon clan's hometown with a wave of his hand, but when he met his mother, Su Zhaotian, he was as timid as a quail. The last time he was whipped with a cane, he had to run three times around the palace, and two holes were torn in his dragon robe. As the only child, he should have been the chosen one, but he was stuck on the third level of Qi refining for three years. He would lie down in the martial arts arena and eat melon seeds every day: "How can you be as comfortable as practicing in the sun?" His father told him that it was difficult to find a wife, and he complained that his mother had burned down the wall of Miss Zhang's courtyard when she was talking to him. As soon as he finished speaking, the flaming cane rubbed against my father's ear and was driven into the pillar. My father immediately crouched down with his head in his arms and said, "Your mother's cane has been dipped in the true fire of the phoenix. Hurry and hide!" While others were grabbing secret books to break into the secret realm, he used Pangu essence and blood to soak wolfberries and ancient artifacts as pillows. Until the evil demon from outside the territory captured him and forced the emperor to surrender, he was forced into a corner and power suddenly burst out from his body: "I told you not to force me to show off! This broken power grows crazily the more I don't want to use it, I'm also very desperate!"