Xuan Huan Ten Thousand Realms

He awakened his ancient bloodline at the age of eight and entered the seventh level of Juyuan overnight. He was a genius that the Great Ling Sect would never produce in ten thousand years. At the age of nine, his cultivation collapsed inexplicably, he hit rock bottom and became the laughing stock of the whole sect. Three years of cold eyes, three years of bullying, and three years of tolerance. Everyone thought that Ling Yan's life was over. On the martial arts test stage, the rubbish results on the third level of Juyuan were met with laughter. The cousin forced him to kneel down and threatened to break his legs. At that moment—— The Dantian, which had been silent for three years, heard the resonance from the clouds of Qi Zhai. That's not recovery. That was the dragon that had been sleeping for a long time and finally opened its eyes. One finger breaks bones, one word calms the situation. "From today on, if anyone insults me again, I will pluck out his tongue; if anyone bullies me again, I will break his bones." After three years of cold bones, the dragon wakes up. From this moment on, the storm of Xuanhuan Realm started for him.