The dark purple flames silently gnawed away at Tang Tianlong's skin, flesh, blood, and bones, and after half an hour, the flames began to show signs of fading, and Zhao Feng in the bushes remained motionless, he could even feel that insects had burrowed into his clothes and began to bite the skin.

The fire dissipated, and the dead dirt road did not leave the slightest ash of corpses, and after a while, the surrounding insects returned to their usual prosperity, and everything was no different from ordinary country roads, but even so, Zhao Feng still did not dare to come out of the bushes, and even did not dare to have extra movements, allowing more insects to bite on his body, and the sultry and windless environment made him sweat profusely.

Zhao Feng lay in the bushes all night, until dawn broke and a motorcycle drove quickly from the dirt road, Zhao Feng completely relieved, he stood up from the bushes, and took off his coat as soon as possible.

The upper body exposed to the morning light was covered with hideous red insect bite marks, and even two crickets were suffocated by sweat in their abdomen, and the pain and itching on their bodies all broke out at this time, coupled with a large amount of water discharged with sweat, Zhao Feng had clearly felt dry mouth and a slight dizziness caused by low blood sugar.

"I have to get out of here! Only when I leave here can I be considered truly safe!" Zhao Feng held his crumbling body, preparing to leave from the direction he had come from last night, but he caught a glimpse of a roll of withered yellow bamboo slips in the place where Tang Tianlong had been burned.

The purple fire burned the body, and there were not even ashes left, but it failed to burn the bamboo slips...... This is definitely not a mortal thing......" Zhao Feng didn't think about it, and in a trance, he picked up the bamboo slips on the ground, put them into his coat, and then staggered away along the dirt road......

......

At noon that day, Zhao Feng just returned home and fell asleep.

It wasn't until noon the next day that I was awakened by a strong feeling of hunger.

In the bedroom, Zhao Feng sat at the table and waited for five minutes of instant noodles, at the same time, there was a roll of withered yellow bamboo slips in front of him, composed of forty bamboo pieces, perhaps because after a long time, the bamboo slips themselves could no longer distinguish their material by touch, and the smooth bamboo pieces were a bit like shrunken bones under a closer look.

There was no text on the bamboo piece, if it weren't for seeing the whole process of Tang Tianlong's killing with his own eyes last night, Zhao Feng would not have paid so much attention to this bamboo slip that looked like an industrial product.

"It turns out that there really are cultivators, and this bamboo slip may be the opportunity for me to step into the world of cultivation......" Zhao Feng stared at the bamboo slip spread out in front of him with a solemn expression, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little excited, but then he was full of helplessness and uneasiness.

Helplessly, Zhao Feng didn't know how to use this "Wordless Heavenly Book" at all.

What is disturbing is that the female cultivator named Qi Xian'er has already revealed the cruelty of the cultivation realm, especially the situation of scattered cultivation.

"Even if I really become a cultivator through this bamboo slip, it is also a loose cultivation without any background, once it is discovered by other loose cultivators, wouldn't my fate be ......" Zhao Feng couldn't help but think of the scene of Tang Tianlong being cut off his arms and finally being burned, and he immediately shuddered, and at this time he began to regret that he had picked up this bamboo slip.

Zhao Feng began to think about what his life would be like without this bamboo slip......

Zhao Feng's background is an orphanage, nine years ago was adopted by a couple, but in the second year, the couple gave birth to a pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses, Zhao Feng has been neglected so far, although he still lives in the couple's home, but on weekdays they are also called uncles and aunts, the couple only paid Zhao Feng's primary school, junior high school tuition, high school tuition for three years, life is all Zhao Feng winter and summer vacation, weekends outside odd jobs to save saving.

When Zhao Feng was in the third grade of elementary school, Zhao Chengcheng's family of four moved to L Province to live, and they would only come back during the Chinese New Year, so Zhao Feng was usually the only one in the family, and his nominal grandparents lived at his uncle's house next door.

"Now I have nothing to be afraid of? I have nothing to lose when I have nothing and a rotten life, and I have something to lose a long time ago!" Zhao Feng made up his mind, slapped the bamboo slip, and then picked up the bowl next to him, gulping his face, and after a while, two lines of tears couldn't help falling from the corners of his eyes.

Zhao Feng didn't even notice that he was crying, he only felt that all the negative emotions that had been pressed in his heart exploded at this time, all along, he was alone, not recognized by anyone, his family background made him grow up, in front of his peers and strangers, he had a sense of inferiority complex, he had no vision of his life and future.

Zhao Feng also has people he likes, but he only dares to bury his likes in the depths of his heart, because he knows that he has neither the ability nor the qualification to pursue that beauty, in order to hide his thoughts, he doesn't even dare to take a second look at it.

There is no physical and mental sustenance, there is no hope for the future, there has never been an ideal in life, and there is not even someone to cry about.

In such a state, no matter how much effort is accumulated, it will only pale in comparison.

"From now on, I, Zhao Feng, do not live for others, for good and evil, not for ideals, only for myself!"

Let go of all unrealistic thoughts-obsessions, and at this moment, born from the heart.

The vision turned from blurry to clear, Zhao Feng put down the empty bowl and put all his thoughts on how to use the bamboo slips.

"For cultivating the truth, dripping blood is the most common means. ”

Zhao Feng relied on his own understanding, took a fruit knife, disinfected it with fire, gritted his teeth and cut the index finger of his left hand, and pressed the wound directly on the bamboo slip, after a moment of silence, Zhao Feng suddenly felt a dizziness, and a strong sense of anemia invaded!

"Bamboo slips are sucking my blood?" Zhao Feng quickly noticed that the wound was overflowing with an extraordinary amount of blood.

At the same time, a strange sensation spread through Zhao Feng's body, as if a strange vision was observing him from the inside of his body.

Airplanes!!

Suddenly, my ears rangus, and in a trance, I heard a deep male voice that was heavy and domineering:

"I, Valkyrie!"

"Defeated by the Demon Emperor in one move, I am ashamed to be ashamed of this volume of the Eight Desolate Martial Arts!"

After the voice, four small seal characters began to appear on the bamboo piece on the far right of the bamboo slip, Zhao Feng didn't know the small seal characters, but under the influence of the voice just now, he still subconsciously read out the true meaning of the four words:

"Eight Desolation Martial Veins ......"

"This method of martial arts cultivation transcends the eight restrictions of skin, flesh, blood, bone, essence, qi, spirit, and soul, and cultivates both inside and outside, and the eight veins are perfect, and each becomes a supernatural power. ”

"The outer four veins are to refine the skin with strength, nourish the meat with medicine, quench the blood with poison, and forge the bones with strength, the four veins are formed, the copper skin and iron bones are indestructible, the blood is full and endless!"

"The four inner veins, refining the heart and blood as the root, with the skin and flesh to collect qi, pregnant qi, nurturing cyclone, divine will into the bones, spirit and strength, strength and gas, from the inside to the outside, gas and martial energy, can be the enemy of the five spirits!"

"Martial cultivators, step by step, the most taboo impatient, even if there is a talent of the other, you can cultivate the outer four veins, but those who cultivate the eight veins have never seen ......"

Zhao Feng's mind echoed the message of the martial god attached to the bamboo slip, and after a large introduction to the general outline of the exercises, he began to introduce the specific cultivation method of the first vein and skin vein, the blood characters on the bamboo slips only showed the content of each vein exercise, but the voice in his head would interpret in detail every paragraph in the exercise and even some important words that needed to be paid attention to.

Just after the voice finished explaining the content of the first pulse, Zhao Feng finally fainted due to excessive blood loss......

Without the injection of fresh blood, the blood characters on the bamboo slips disappeared in half a minute, leaving no trace.

In a trance, Zhao Feng seemed to have come to a "boundless black sea", he stepped on the sea, stepped on the stars reflected in the sea, and walked unconsciously, and then, as if he was called by some kind of nothingness, he saw the end of the boundless black sea: a nameless mountain, a pair of engraved dragon stone gates, an emperor's mausoleum, an ancient demon coffin, and a stunning demon corpse.

"Heh......"

With a chuckle, it was like the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder exploding in his mind, and Zhao Feng, who was sleeping, trembled violently, and immediately woke up, but he had forgotten what he had just dreamed of, and only vaguely remembered that he seemed to have a nightmare.

Zhao Feng looked at the electronic watch on his wrist, the time was still on the same day, but it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and the wound on the index finger of his left hand had healed, although his body was still a little weak, but there was no unbearable abnormal body feeling.

"Although that voice mentioned that those with extraordinary talents can cultivate the outer four veins at the same time, I am obviously not that kind of person, I still start practicing from the first vein, and besides, my body is afraid that I will not be able to continue to use the bamboo slip in a short period of time. Zhao Feng got up and prepared to add some more food, but only instant noodles were left in the kitchen, and the rice bowl was already empty.

"If you eat instant noodles again, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up with the nutrition, anyway, in the future, I will focus on cultivation, so I will use the money." Zhao Feng immediately got up, went back to the room, and took out a bank card from the bedside table, which was the college tuition he had saved in the past three years of high school, and the current amount was 17,000 yuan, which was all his current net worth.

Remembering that he was still wearing the sweaty school uniform from last night to now, Zhao Feng took a shower, changed into cool clothes, and hid the bamboo slips in the group of books under the bed, so he pushed the mountain bike and left home with confidence.

Zhao Feng drove straight to the county seat and ordered fifty pieces of mutton skewers at a roadside barbecue stall, his mind thinking about how to cultivate the first pulse while waiting.

The first vein, the skin vein, uses force to refine the skin, in fact, there are two cultivation methods: force and force, and it must be the whole body skin surface at the same time to force and exert force.

However, the force of cultivating the skin vein is different from the force in daily life, but it is completely caused by the skin itself, and then the skin surface is bulged and hardened, and with a special cultivation posture, the power that the skin surface can exert continues to increase, until the skin vein penetrates, and the skin surface will automatically defend according to the external force attack.

Tang Tianlong was attacked three times by Qi Xian'er's Silver Moon Curved Blade, and each time he attacked, the blade would make a sound of gold and iron resonating while touching Tang Tianlong's skin, which was the result of the leather surface's automatic defense.

It's just that Tang Tianlong's skin veins have not yet reached the level where they are strong enough to resist the Silver Moon Curved Blade, otherwise, even if he can't use his martial strength, Qi Xian'er won't be able to kill Tang Tianlong with external force.

"How easy is it to exert force on the skin?"

Zhao Feng sighed helplessly, and at this moment, a rickety figure on the side of the road caught his attention......