That was a very short boy.

The reason why I say he is a young man, not a little boy, is because from his face, you can tell that he is about seventeen years old.

However, his height is less than one-third of a normal person.

He was only as tall as her calves, but there was nothing wrong with his body proportions, as if he was born to be only this tall.

The young boy was wearing very simple clothes, and there were several scars on his exposed skin.

Some have scabs, while others are still oozing blood. It is obvious that old injuries and new injuries are intertwined.

But what attracted the most attention was his skin that was whiter than snow. Even with his unkempt hair, his delicate face could not be concealed.

If it weren't for his figure, he would probably be a handsome young man.

Jun Muqian's peach blossom eyes narrowed, and she felt a unique temperament in this young boy.

It was like a rose suddenly blooming in the darkness, the thorns on the branches dripping with blood, and the undercurrent surged and swept over.

It is flamboyant, yet profound, and extremely contradictory.

The young boy stood in front of her, his hair hanging down from his forehead, covering his right eye.

A pair of bright pupils stared closely at the disciples of the Lingfu Sect.

Obviously, the appearance of this young boy surprised the disciples.

But soon, they changed their expressions of boredom.

"What are you doing here, kid?" a disciple yelled, "I asked you to pick a hundred buckets of water, did you pick it? Are you here to ask for a beating before you finish picking the pestle?"

Jun Muqian's expression was calm and his eyebrows were unmoving.

She crossed her arms and looked at the little boy in front of her legs, with a bit of inquiry in her eyes.

After hearing this sentence, the young boy's pupils shrank slightly.

"What are you looking at? Go ahead." A disciple stepped forward, pushed him, and laughed mockingly, "You don't think you can become a Talisman Master, do you?"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd suddenly burst into laughter.

The young boy's face seemed to be a little red, but if he looked closely, there was nothing there.

Jun Muqian raised his eyebrows, with a hint of smile at the end of his eyes, which was a bit interesting.

"You can't even draw a talisman. If you weren't strong and able to do some work, I would have asked you to pack your things." The senior brother who spoke earlier waved his hand impatiently, "Go away, you didn't see us.

Are you busy?"

"That's right, get out of here!" The disciple continued to push him, with a look of disdain, "I don't dare to kill anyone, and the number on your chest is still one. You are simply a waste of the Lingfu Sect!"

"Did you hear that, trash?"

"You look like a human and a dog, but you are so short. Are your parents dwarfs?"

"Hahahahaha——"

The young boy pursed his lips tightly and allowed the disciple to push him.

But what is surprising is that, given his size, he was not pushed.

Jun Muqian raised his eyelids, and his pupils were a bit cold.

This scene is too similar.

Her mind was filled with too many such memories.

Insult, ridicule, ridicule, beat...

Jun Muqian's eyes turned cold, and an extremely violent killing intent arose in his chest, even the blue muscles on his wrists were exposed.

This shouldn't be her emotion, but it's really unbearable.

Forget it, she curled her lips, she was in a good mood today, so she would play the role of the savior for a while.

She wanted to kill these people anyway.

However, what happened next was beyond Jun Muzhen's expectation.

Because before she could take action, the disciple at the front suddenly leaned forward and fell straight back.

There was a loud "Boom--" and the back of his head hit the ground hard.

In an instant, blood flowed all over the floor.

The next second, the disciple tilted his head, stared, and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he couldn't.

His breath weakened, and he fell to his death!

"!"

This scene shocked the other disciples.

Because they looked carefully, this dwarf boy, who had always been regarded as a waste by them, just gave the disciple a gentle push.

There is not even any fluctuation in spiritual power, mental power or soul power!

"You, you..." The older brother seemed to have seen some terrifying monster, a look of fear appeared on his face, his lips were trembling, and he could not speak clearly.

Can someone kill someone with just one push?

If you hadn’t seen this with your own eyes, you wouldn’t believe it!

Where could anyone have such strength?

However, the facts are before our eyes.

The other disciples couldn't help but feel horrified. For a moment, the eyes they looked at the young boy were different.

However, the little boy still looked calm, and at this time, he finally turned around and raised his head.

The two pairs of eyes met instantly.

A romantic and affectionate pair with a carefree smile.

A pair of gloomy, dim and hazy eyes.

Jun Muqian smiled. She slowly squatted down, looked at the little man in front of her, and asked, "Did you really do it?"

His back was turned to her, and she didn't see the process, only the result.

The young man pursed his lips, feeling gloomy and energetic, and finally nodded slightly.

He was a little puzzled. Why did the purple-clothed young man not only show no look of ridicule and disgust when he saw him, but instead showed admiration and attention?

"No need to be surprised." Jun Mu Qian raised his eyes slightly and knew what he was thinking, and said lazily, "I have met more people in so many years than you have eaten."

"Some are even more special than you. They don't even have heads, and their facial features are all on their bodies."

However, the last sentence she said was half-truth and half-lie.

She had never seen Xing Tian whose head was beheaded by Huang Di. After all, that era was too far away.

Existence is truth, nothing appears without reason.

Moreover, this little boy reminded her of an ancient country long ago recorded in the "Da Qian Sutra".

In this country, there are many short humans,

They are extremely strong and beautiful.

With the changes of the times, this ancient country has been annihilated in the long river of history.

The races that have survived to this day have withstood one disaster after another without being eliminated.

Even the three tribes of dragon, phoenix and unicorn, which are noble innate races, have not escaped the fate of destruction.

And in the world of Lingxuan, there is also the Wanling Continent.

Jun Mu Qian once asked Mu Ying why the mainland is called "Wan Ling". Mu Ying said that because there are many kinds of living beings, there are countless kinds of them, so it is called "Wan Ling".

The human race is just one of these tens of thousands of creatures.

Jun Muqian just used his spiritual power to explore the young man's body and found that not only was there nothing strange, but he was also very healthy.

This proved that he was not an alien, and was probably from some new race that she had never seen before.

Jun Muqian's expression was deep. She had originally thought that when one day she became a powerful person who could travel to any plane, she would definitely choose a few lower planes for her vacation.

After all, there are only a few places you can go to in the Fantasy Universe, and there is nothing new.

As a result, now that this idea has come true, it has directly knocked her back to the beginning.

Now she can't even keep up with the weakest spiritual cultivator in the world.

This is the difference between the total plane and the lower plane. The power of the law is too powerful.

When he heard Jun Muzhen's words, the young boy's pupils suddenly lit up. He stretched out his hand and made random gestures.

"Yes, I am telling the truth." Jun Muqian looked at him quietly, "They are all lives, there is no difference."

Her eyes darkened a bit. It seemed that this little kid couldn't speak yet. No wonder these Lingfu Sect disciples abused him like that.

Jun Muqian probably knew why he suddenly ran out just now. It was because he saw her killing someone.

Living in such an environment, a little bit of hope can start a prairie fire.
To be continued...