Supremacy Starts With The Mysterious System

When Han Feng heard this sweet voice, a smile emerged on his face. He turned around and looked at the lively and moving girl in front of him.    

    

The young lady in front of him was wearing a green robe. There was a sweet smile on her small face, which was not covered in too much pink ink. Her exquisite facial features seemed to have been carved naturally, just like jade.    

    

Although this girl was two years younger than Han Feng, her extraordinary temperament and beautiful face had long been famous in Hongqiao Town.    

    

If it were a few more years, she would definitely be a fairy who could bring disaster to the world.    

    

"Siling." Han Feng gently said the girl's name.    

    

Siling didn't stand on ceremony with Han Feng. Instead, he threw himself at Han Feng and hugged him. "Mr Han Feng, you haven't come to play with Ling Er for a long time."    

    

Siling's resentful words and her intimate actions made Han Feng feel a little embarrassed to come.    

    

Although he and Siling were familiar with each other since childhood, both of them were young men and girls. These actions were somewhat inappropriate.    

    

"Hmph, Ling Er, why are you being so intimate with this kid?!" Behind Siling stood a tall and beautiful woman. In terms of appearance, she was one in a million. However, compared to Siling, she was slightly inferior.    

    

Siling's elder sister, Siqiu.    

    

Speaking of which, Siqiu and Siling were only two orphans adopted by Elder Han Xuan in the family. They grew up in the Han family. But because of their beauty, many people in the family were pursuing Siqiu. Siqiu's personality was also very proud.    

    

Her own strength was not weak either. She was at the Spiritual Martial Stage Level Five and was very strong.    

    

Siling had played well with Han Feng since he was young, but Siqiu looked down on Han Feng.    

    

Han Feng saw the proud look on Siqiu's face, but he didn't care. He looked at Siling and asked, "How long has it been? Have you broken through again?"    

    

Siling didn't look particularly happy. "I'm just a Spiritual Martial Stage Level Six. It's nothing."    

    

Han Feng was a little speechless. This little girl seemed to be extraordinary. She had broken through to the Spiritual Martial Stage Level Six at the age of thirteen, and was comparable to the number one genius of the Han family's younger generation.    

    

Siling approached Han Feng's ear and said, "They didn't know about my breakthrough, and they thought I was only a Spiritual Martial Stage Level Two. Don't tell them about it."    

    

"Alright." Han Feng nodded slightly. There must be a secret on Siling's body, but since she didn't want to tell him, he wouldn't ask.    

    

Siling's foster father, Elder Han Xuan, was an extremely mysterious man who appeared and disappeared unpredictably in the family. Very few people were able to see him.    

    

"Are you all here today to pick martial skills in Martial Pavilion?" Han Feng asked.    

    

"I am here with Sister Siqiu to pick a martial skill. Sister Siqiu even asked someone out, but she hasn't come yet." Siling's little face was innocent and innocent, revealing a bit of cuteness.    

    

" Is that so? Let's go upstairs first." Han Feng looked at Siqiu lightly, then pulled Siling upstairs.    

    

Siling turned around and smiled at Siqiu. "Sister, I will go upstairs first."    

    

"Okay." Siqiu looked outside the pavilion and did not pay much attention.    

    

After entering the second floor, Han Feng opened his eyes slightly. There were finally some martial skills that he could take a fancy to on the second floor.    

    

Many of the martial skills were considered quasi-low-grade even though they could not reach the low-grade Mortal Realm.    

    

"Floating Snow Palm Technique, body as light as snow, palm technique graceful, it is very suitable for you to practice." Han Feng took a martial skill scroll and said to Siling.    

    

Siling twitched his mouth, "A mere low level Quasi-Mortal martial skill is a piece of cake for me. Does Mr Han Feng look down on me?"    

    

"Uh... Of course not. I just think this name is not bad. Why don't we look at something else?" Han Feng could only smile. This little girl was quite arrogant.    

    

However, this also showed that Siling's talent was very shocking!    

    

No matter what grade the martial skills of the Han family were, they could be chosen and cultivated by the disciples of the family. Of course, if it was a high grade martial skill, it would be very profound. If one's comprehension ability was not deep enough or their understanding of the martial arts was not deep enough, they would not be able to successfully cultivate it.    

    

Therefore, even if the Han family did not give any restrictions to the disciples, most of the disciples who were below the Spiritual Martial Stage Level Three would choose the Martial Technique that did not enter the grade. A small number of disciples who thought their talent was good or their comprehension ability was strong would choose a quasi-low grade martial skill.    

    

And most of the middle Level Three warriors would cultivate the quasi-low grade martial skill. Although the difference between a quasi-low grade and a low grade was only one word, the difference could be said to be very big. Without reaching the Level Three Spiritual Martial Stage, he would become an elder of his family. Very few people would choose a low grade martial skill.    

    

However, Siling had said that a low rank martial skill was not worthy. Today, she had come straight for a low rank martial skill.    

    

As for Han Feng, he was also here today to choose low rank martial skills. Although his talent was not considered strong, his comprehension of martial arts could be said to have reached an extremely profound realm. It was easy to cultivate a low rank martial skill.    

    

"Firmament Palm, a low rank Mortal rank martial skill. Palm out, the world is boundless, and the underworld energy is continuous." A look of interest flashed across Han Feng's eyes.    

    

"Put it down, you, get lost!"