An Jing has been practicing the Sun Shooting Art recently. Although she has made great progress, she has never been able to understand the true meaning of the Sun Shooting Art, thus advancing to the epic level.

Originally, with her talent, it should not be difficult to get promoted to the epic level, but because of her hidden physical illness, she could not sense the true mystery of the Sun Shooting Art.

Jing Jing is not afraid of suffering. She can tolerate the inhuman pain caused by practicing the Sun Shooting Art every time she practices the Sun Shooting Art.

However, understanding such things cannot be solved by enduring hardships. Even if those who are not talented may not be as enlightened as some people overnight after practicing for ten years.

Jing Jing is talented, wise, and hardworking enough. She can be said to be a rare genius in the world, but her body is not suitable for practicing the Sun Shooting Art, which makes her feel like she is separated by something and she has never been able to understand the true meaning of the Sun Shooting Art.

After failing to understand again, An Jing hurriedly shrank in a corner of the room in pain. Every time she practiced the Sun Shooting Art, she had to endure such pain.

The ringtone of the cell phone rang, Wen Jing barely supported her to stand up, walked to the table, picked up her cell phone and answered the phone.

"My little Jingjing, I haven't seen you for a long time. Mom wants to have a meal with you. Are you free tonight?" Ouyang Lan's voice came from her phone.

"Today..." An Jing had just practiced the Sun Shooting Art, and the pain on her body did not disappear so quickly. Now she really didn't want to move at all.

"Mom is the only one who loves you and Tianzuo. Tianzuo is busy with military affairs. I haven't seen him for many days. You have to live in school again. Every day, I am the only one left at home, lonely..." Ouyang Lan said, feeling that she was about to cry. She was so sad that she could smell her tears.

"I understand, I will go back tonight." An Jing said helplessly.

Ouyang Lan immediately turned into a sunny day and said happily: "Then I'll wait for you in Migao Restaurant. By the way, remember to call Xiaowen and let him have a meal with me. I haven't seen him for a long time. I'll ask Asheng to pick you up at the entrance of the college."

"You don't know how to..." Before An Jing finished speaking, a beeping sound came from the receiver of the phone, and Ouyang Lan had already stopped talking.

An Jing frowned slightly. Although she had already put down the quota when she took the initiative to ask Zhou Wen to go to the holy land instead of her, she was still unwilling to face Zhou Wen. When she saw Zhou Wen, she always had a knot in her heart.

She always felt that if it weren't for her physical problems, she would be the most suitable candidate.

He was determined not to call Zhou Wen, but Ouyang Lan had already said that, and hesitated for a while, washed up and changed his clothes, walked out of his small building and went outside Zhou Wen's small building.

I rang the doorbell, but after waiting for a while, Zhou Wen did not come out.

"It's not that I don't call, but that he's not here." An Jing pressed three times, but no one responded, so she turned around and prepared to leave.

Bang!

At this moment, An Jing suddenly heard something sound coming from Zhou Wen's small building. It sounded something was wrong, as if something had been smashed.

"Nothing will happen, right?" An Jing glanced at Zhou Wen's little building, but then she thought: "What does it have to do with me if something happens to him?"

When he turned around and walked a few steps, he was about to return to his yard, An Jing turned around and walked to Zhou Wen's small building gate, rang the doorbell again, muttering to himself while ringing the doorbell, as if he was trying to persuade himself: "He lives next to me, just by a wall. What if something happens to him and gets into trouble, what can I do? I have to figure it out."

However, after ringing the doorbell a few times, no one still responded. It was the sound of something breaking again in the building.

An Jing looked up and saw that the glass door of the balcony on Zhou Wen’s second floor was not locked, so she jumped up and landed on the balcony, pushing the balcony door open and walking in.

"Zhou Wen, what are you doing?" An Jing walked inside while talking.

No one answered her, and there was another bang sound. An Jing heard clearly this time, and the sound came from the practice room.

"There is a sound insulation design in the practice room. Even if you practice boxing and sandbags, there will be no such sound. What is he doing? There won't be something really wrong, right?" An Jing thought in his heart, and his eyes looked around again. He suddenly saw a floor that was burned and twisted, as if it had melted and solidified. He suddenly felt something was wrong in his heart, and he felt that something must have happened.

An Jing naturally didn't know that the floor was burned when Zhou Wen summoned the goldfish, and he thought that Zhou Wen was attacked.

"It's not that the Federal Supervision Bureau attacked him, right?" An Jing quickly walked to the practice room and pushed the door. The door was locked and could not be pushed.

Wen Jing knocked on the door a few times and called Zhou Wen's name a few times, but no one answered, making it even more certain that something happened to Zhou Wen.

No longer hesitated, summoned a sword, cut off the steel door of the practice room, and rushed into the practice room.

The scene I saw when I got started was slightly stunned.

There was no scene she imagined in the practice room, no people from the Supervision Bureau, no traces of fighting, and nothing was broken.

The only thing that can be seen is that Zhou Wen’s entire person is floating in the air, and his whole body seems to be emitting light and heat, like a sun.

Although the light was a little harsh, it did not hurt people. Although the temperature made people feel hot, it would not be unbearable. Instead, it felt comfortable, as if it was basking in the sun.

"He is condensing his soul..." An Jing stared at Zhou Wen, her pupils contracted slightly.

When she defeated Zhou Wen with one move, Zhou Wen was just a poor mortal level. In just less than a year, Zhou Wen was about to condense his soul and be promoted to the epic level. This speed was too fast, so fast that An Jing was a little jealous.

"If it weren't for my old illness, I would have been promoted to the epic level long ago. If I hadn't been able to go to the holy land, the Sun God bloodline on his body should belong to me." An Jing looked at Zhou Wen and thought to herself.

But soon, An Jing discovered that something was wrong with Zhou Wen.

Zhou Wen's power looks like the result of the Sun Shooting Art suitable for the bloodline of the Sun God, but if you look closely, you will find that this is not the case, and it seems a little different.

"What's going on? Did he not practice the Sun Shooting Art? Then what did he practice? How could he get the bloodline of the Sun God?" An Jing was full of doubts and stared at Zhou Wen, who was condensing his life soul, and looked carefully.

Bang! Bang!

An Jing heard the sound again. Now she found that the sound came from Zhou Wen's body, the position of his chest, and the sound seemed to be his heartbeat.
Chapter completed!