"Son, try to condense water into ice."

"No, mom, I can't do anything."

"Son, the impact of your water arrow is too weak. You must better integrate your soul power into it. Since your soul skill is controlled by the water element, you should work hard on control. Your mental power test is also at the upper and middle level. In theory, it should be controlled better."

"Mom, I'll practice more."

This is a daily conversation between Lan Xuanyu and Nan Cheng.

For a semester, he has been working hard to practice his first soul skill to control the water element. But for some reason, he always feels like a bottleneck. It seems that the water element is a bit out of place with him. It can only be a simple control, but its power is really not great, even worse than the average ten-year soul skill.

But with such a soul skill, he beat Ye Lingtong today. So when he returned home, Lan Xuanyu himself was a little confused.

He came back by school bus today. In addition to the fact that his father picked him up and dropped him off when he first entered school, the college has a special school bus to pick up and drop off students.

School was over after the exam. He defeated Ye Lingtong and unexpectedly got high scores in the actual exam. But Lan Xuanyu was actually not satisfied with him. He didn't like the fear he felt when he rushed over to Ye Lingtong.

The home's training room is ten square meters in size and has a protective cover inside, which can be practiced with soul skills. It can also simulate the corresponding environment required by the soul master during meditation, thereby playing an auxiliary role.

As soon as Lan Xuanyu entered the training room.

He sat on the ground, raised his left hand and released his silver-patterned blue-silver grass. The fresh fragrance of grass leaves, carrying the water droplets, was still the comfortable breath of life.

Looking at the blue silver grass on his palm, Lan Xuanyu said to himself: "Blue silver grass, blue silver grass, how do you control the water? Why is it so weak? But why can you make Ye Lingtong's soul skill invalid?"

He twisted a water droplet with his finger and sent it to himself. The water droplet itself was colorless, and it would appear light silver under the silver patterns on the blue silver grass.

In fact, he has never felt very close to the water element that Nan Cheng said, and has never felt like he was very close to the water element.

"I've been practicing very hard! But why is it just not effective?" Lan Xuanyu frowned, "How can I be considered close?"

He pulled a piece of blue silver grass leaf and put it in his mouth. The leaves were clear and cool, which made his brain wake up a little. He sucked a few drops of water droplets on the leaves, and the water droplets were slightly sweet, which was quite delicious.

I've all drunk, is this considered close?

No reaction, no change. Everything is the same as before.

"Didi, Didi, Didi!" At this moment, the soul conductor communicator at home rang.

Lan Xuanyu hurried out of the training room and connected the communication, "Hello."

"Lan Xuanyu, I'm outside your door, open the door." A very familiar and angry voice came from the receiver.

"Ye Lingtong?" Lan Xuanyu said with some uncertainty.

"Open the door quickly!" Ye Lingtong's voice was obviously a little angry.

"What are you doing?" Lan Xuanyu said in confusion, "How do you know my communication number? And how do you know where my home is?"

Ye Lingtong said: "I asked my father to take care of what the teacher wants. Dad brought me here."

"Oh, uncle is here too. Then wait." After hanging up the communication, Lan Xuanyu ran to the door and opened the door.

Ye Lingtong stood outside the door in a pretty way, and Ye Feng was behind her.

"Hello uncle." Lan Xuanyu said hello to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng said: "Hello Xuanyu, uncle came a little presumptuous, but Lingtong talked about the situation of your competition today. Uncle wants to see your martial soul, okay? Oh, by the way, are your parents at home?"

"Dad, mom is not at home. Uncle, please come in. Ye Lingtong, you can come in too." He was a little reluctant when he said the next sentence.

Ye Lingtong honestly walked into Lan Xuanyu's house without hesitation.

After Ye Feng entered the door, he looked at it for a moment, and Ye Lingtong had already said, "It's not as big as my family."

Lan Xuanyu said: "Oh."

Ye Feng said: "Xuan Yu, Ling Tong told me that when she was competing with you, her soul skill suddenly failed. Can you tell uncle what soul skill you used at that time? Or did you feel any special feeling?"

The sudden failure of his daughter's martial soul made Ye Feng a little nervous. Ye Lingtong's Tiangang Dragon Martial Soul came from mutated. The mutated martial soul has one common characteristic, that is, instability. He was very worried that his daughter's martial soul would have problems due to instability. But after going home to check, everything seemed normal again. Then he went to the school to explain the situation in person and arrived at Lan Xuanyu's address and contact information.

Lan Xiao only left the family soul-conducting communication, so he couldn't contact Lan Xiao, so he came with Ye Lingtong directly.

"I just controlled the water element and tried to block her! Then she rushed over and was swept away. There was nothing else." Lan Xuanyu said the truth.

"Do you have a training room? Repeat the situation at that time and let the uncle see it."

"good."

When Lan Xuanyu brought Ye Feng and his daughter to his own training room, Ye Lingtong frowned and said, "Your training room is so small!"

"Yeah." Lan Xuanyu just nodded.

Ye Feng's eyes showed a hint of surprise. It is common for children as old as them to compete and not admit defeat. But Lan Xuanyu gave him a feeling of being indifferent to the world. It is rare for a seven-year-old child to do this.

"Let's start, just like you did during the competition today, do it again." Ye Feng said.

Lan Xuanyu took the initiative to walk into the training room, raised his left hand, and released his blue silver grass.

Ye Lingtong snorted, releasing her Tiangang Dragon Martial Spirit again without admitting defeat. How could she be convinced? It was something she wanted to do again. She would not believe that her hundred-year soul skills would lose to Lan Xuanyu no matter what.

Concentrate and accumulate energy. A vortex of water appears.

Similarly, Ye Lingtong's first soul skill was released, and she rushed forward with a quick step.

The white light covered her body with a slight dragon roar, and rushed to Lan Xuanyu almost in a moment in this small practice room.

Ye Feng stood beside him and just looked at him seriously. There was a faint purple feeling in his eyes. In his spiritual world, the approach between the two children was slow and clear.

I got closer and started to touch.

Um?

Melted?

Yes, in Ye Feng's perception, when Ye Lingtong's Tiangang Body just touched the surface of the water vortex, the Tiangang Body began to melt. That's right, it's the most appropriate to describe it as melting. The white halo disappeared silently like the melting of ice and snow.

"Puff!" Ye Lingtong rushed into the water vortex again, rotated and flew, and crashed into one wall.

Ye Feng gently relaxed his ape's arms and pulled his daughter into his arms. He injected his soul power naturally, allowing all the water vapor to dissipate. But his eyes were filled with shock at this moment.

It is not a soul skill, he is completely sure that this is not the result of the collision of soul skills. Because the soul skills of both sides have never collided in a real sense. Ye Lingtong rushed into the vortex after his soul skills melted, and was then taken away by the vortex.

The teachers in the college actually didn't understand what was going on, but Ye Feng vaguely felt something at that moment.

"Dad, why? Why? Why is my soul skill gone again." The daughter in her arms screamed with reluctance, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

She endured for a semester and worked hard to practice, and finally reached level 10, and had her first soul, soul ring. It was only a hundred years, just to "take revenge" one day. But who knew that not only did not succeed in taking revenge, she also lost so much.

"Lingtong, you wait a moment." Ye Feng pulled his daughter aside and came to Lan Xuanyu himself, "Xuanyu, can uncle see your martial soul?"

"Oh." Lan Xuanyu simply sent the blue silver grass leaves in his left hand forward.
Chapter completed!