Li Tianzhao was excited, and the predictor confirmed his mother's words: He was destined to be the lucky one favored by the power of Chaos Fragments.

Although the predictor said that because the power of Thousand Killing was too difficult to reveal, it took too long, and because it was too rare, few people have heard of it, it was not enough to recommend him to go to the Temple of Cultivation.

But Li Tianzhao didn't care. Even if he could only practice in the village, he would definitely persevere!

What's more, Li Tianzhao remembered that his father said that he would fulfill his promise to him.

After Li Tianzhao's father's friend Chen Pi accompanied him to watch the predictor leave, he suddenly told him with a sad look: "Your father is eager to make meritorious service and went to Beixuan City with his injuries... and he was unable to come back."

The moment before, he was full of joy that the predictor affirmed that he had the power of killing, but at this moment it turned into the grief of losing his father... Li Tianzhao stood up and gritted his teeth, feeling that if his parents had not sent him to the temple of cultivation in the city, they would not have been like this.

Li Tianzhao's father's friends did not know how to comfort him in the pain of losing his father. They always had only one way to face death, that is, to accept the pain.

Pain is the source of their strength to fight, pursue achievements, and enter the Palace of King Wu.

So he did not comfort Li Tianzhao, but just said to him: "Whether your parents can be resurrected depends on you. As a seed of life-threatening mandarin ducks, you have to go into the Palace of King Wu by fighting! Under the glory of the great Xuantian Wu King, there are only those who bravely move forward and those who stop and slowly decay!"

Li Tianzhao heard his parents say this, but now he feels deeply in the experience. Only by moving forward with grief and striving to one day walk into the King of Wu’s Palace can his parents be resurrected from the dead!

To move forward, he must, and can only accept the grief alone and continue to move forward!

When Li Tianzhao's parents died in battle, their achievements were still not enough to let him enter the city's self-cultivation hall.

After his fate predicted, he was twelve years old and became a non-staff soldier in Wangtian Village.

The identity seems to be different, but in fact, what we do is still doing in the past.

Wangtian Village is a small place and nothing has happened for a long time. The village captain’s responsibility is to lead everyone to produce and pay the materials produced regularly.

I have never seen the enemy appear, nor have they been recruited anywhere.

In such a life, stability is stable, but there is no chance to make contributions. The accumulation of merit in daily production will make it the first place in the village, and in the future it will be the successor of the captain of Wangtian Village.

This is not the future that young people in the village want, nor is it the future that Li Tianzhao sees.

The village captain said that it would be fine if he was eighteen years old and he could go out then.

People who were eighteen years old in the village originally said they wanted to go out.

As a result, one left because the woman stopped leaving; the other stayed because her mother fell ill and needed long-term care; only the big nose with Li Tianzhao went out, but there was no news for two years after leaving.

Li Tianzhao is almost eighteen years old, and everyone in the village knows that he will definitely go out.

He has grown very tall and has long been the youngest and most capable person in the village.

At the age of eighteen, Li Tianzhao was looking forward almost day and night, so that the most beautiful girl in the village became more and more eagerly, and he didn't pay attention.

‘At the age of eighteen, you can go out at the age of eighteen! Dad, mother, you wait, I will definitely step into the King of Wu’s Palace as soon as possible!’ Li Tianzhao counted the days, and there were still three months left, which was the real beginning of his waiting!

A beautiful shadow stood outside Li Tianzhao's door, and his slender fingers hesitated to touch the door panel, but shrank back.

She has watched Li Tianzhao go home many times and close the door. She always wants to muster up the courage to go in and show herself frankly in front of Li Tianzhao at all costs.

But she couldn't muster up the courage.

‘There are three months left. I will definitely be able to wait for his birthday that day! When he celebrates his birthday, he will leave here and will never see him again…’ The girl set a date for herself.

She shouldn't have done this, but if she didn't, she would be afraid of regretting it for life.

Everyone in the village said that she was good-looking and men liked her, but she always liked Li Tianzhao.

But she also knew that Li Tianzhao was not the one who could be kept by Wangtian Village. She would definitely be even better than his parents in the future. She was destined to be the one who would be "blessed" by King Wu, and she could not imagine it.

She could only muster up the courage and hoped to have a past that was placed in her memory, and she could be used to miss it from time to time in the future.

With three months left, she set a date for herself to muster up her courage.

The girl turned around and went back, with a loss and hope for the future.

A cavalry galloped and suddenly broke into Wangtian Village. The anxious voice of the command immediately broke the tranquility of the night.

"The captain of Wangtian Village obeys the order and sets out for half an hour to help Tiancang Mountain..."

...

It is unknown when it started, but legend says that all the strange phenomena in the world are caused by the power of chaos fragments.

An avalanche in Tiancang Mountain, accompanied by the colorful lights, was believed to be the power of Chaos fragments breaking out of the ice. The Fengwu King's men crossed the border line, and the Xuantian Wu King guarding the border struggled to intercept the two sides. The battle between the two sides was fierce.

In the snow-covered Tiancang Mountain, fallen soldiers were trapped in the snow, with blood stained with redness, which was shocking to the eye.

The fragments of chaos were originally unavailable, so they could only be searched all over the mountains. Although Tiancang Mountain is the place of King Xuantian Wu, it is covered with snow all year round and no one lives there. The nearest village is more than 60 miles away from the mountain. Reinforcements are one after another, and they can only scatter on the mountain to search for enemies who have crossed the boundaries.

A group of more than a dozen people followed the messy snow and ice that had been stepped on by people many times, including gray-haired and young boys who looked only twelve or thirteen years old.

If the man who led the lead was wearing leather armor and strong, and the dark red protective belt on his forehead had the word Xuantian, it would be a mistake for people to misunderstand that this group of herb collectors who accidentally entered here to find the ice and snow lotus.

The man who led the lead looked ahead and told him again: "Listen to me - I'll say it again! Our goal is to search for enemies, fight when you encounter someone alone! If there are too many enemies, keep a mark along the way, and wait until you meet with others before taking action!"

The old carpenter with gray hair didn't need his advice, and knew that the words were for inexperienced people to listen to, and he walked his own way deafly.

The young man had never seen such a big scene. He was a little nervous and excited. On the way, he was discussing how to kill the enemy and make contributions, fantasizing about how to kill the enemy everywhere, but there were only a few perfunctory responses that were obviously not attentive.

The captain knew that they were good enough, and he was not afraid that those who were really brave enough to do whatever they wanted. If they met an enemy, these people would immediately know that they were powerful. His eyes fell on the middle of the team, and a tall figure.

"Li Tianzhao - you must follow me today!" The captain's voice suddenly became serious. The only one that really made him worried was this one.

"I will definitely follow the captain to kill the enemy!" Li Tianzhao agreed loudly. He held a sword with an old-colored color in his hand, and a pair of star eyes flashed with eager light, clearly eager to fight.

The most beautiful girl in the village has always believed in his ability and said with confidence: "Kill an enemy, Brother Amaterasu, you will become a warrior!"

A young soldier in his twenties was jealous of the girl he liked, and he mocked him: "How capable is Li Tianzhao? How can he kill one? This time he will definitely kill ten people in a row. He will become a soldier and be promoted to captain!"

"Ten? I'll try my best." Li Tianzhao agreed quickly, a typical young and frivolous person.

The man's expression froze. He didn't expect that Li Tianzhao would be so arrogant. He couldn't help but get angry and stared at Li Tianzhao with anger and said, "Okay, okay! I'm waiting to count the battle seals for you!"

The captain couldn't help but frown and said, "Li Tianzhao! Don't listen to him nonsense. Kill ten promoted captains. Those who have to be killed are all the soldiers under the Fengwu King. If you are not yet in the organization, you can't beat one hundred. If you really meet the enemy, just follow me! If you dare to act without permission today, I will let you get rid of the Wangtian Village Team! You don't even think about getting the identity certificate you are going out of the 18-year-old!"

"I understand." Li Tianzhao agreed happily, but the village captain still stared at him with doubt, as if he had to see that he had traces of insincere words before he could give up.

Li Tianzhao opened his bright eyes and did not blink under his scrutiny eyes.

Seeing that he seemed well-behaved, the captain shouted: "Go!"

A group of people continued to step on the snow and ice, and went up the mountain with a messy "squeak" sound.

The cold wind was as cold as a knife, and the sky was falling down with heavy snow like goose feathers, and the vision was also hindered. The captain of Wangtian Village was even more cautious and walked more slowly, gradually becoming a state of stopping one step at a time and looking at it again.

Li Tianzhao walked to the captain, stretched his neck and searched, as if he was about to fly out alone at any time.

The captain was afraid of encountering the enemy, but a group of young and young soldiers in the village were looking forward to fighting. At this time, they were anxious and dissatisfied and shouted: "Captain, how did you kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions back then?"

"Our village is already late. If you don't hurry up, they'll finish the fight! What a big deal! Just go back and cook the fire!"

The gray-haired old man in the team opened his mouth, remembering the many young faces in his memory, and closing his mouth again, he knew it was useless to say it.

A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. He tells a group of young people that fighting dangers are dangerous and cautious, and no one can listen to it.

I can only hope not to encounter the enemy.

The wind and snow were not small, the sight was not good, and many sounds were scattered. Wangtian Village and his party walked on the mountain for more than half an hour, but they didn't meet anyone else.

This is actually the situation that the village captain wants the most. The main combat powers of the two sides have already fought, so they just come to make up the numbers. When they meet an enemy who is alone and never escapes, they can get a bargain. If they don’t meet, they will return to the village safely, and they will be in vain to get the support achievements.

Li Tianzhao was looking forward to discovering the enemy again and again, but was disappointed again and again.

He felt that when he encountered such a big event when he was almost eighteen years old, it was clearly a rare opportunity for him to make contributions!

Returning empty-handed? He really couldn't accept it.

But if you can't meet an enemy, what's the use of being anxious?

Young people are looking forward to fighting, while older people are looking forward to peace and safety.
Chapter completed!