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In Liuyun Town, on the martial arts training ground of the Liu family, a figure sat cross-legged on the stone pier at dawn and breathed and breathed, cultivating true qi.

The young man is delicate and thin, his body is slightly thin, the bridge of his nose is high, and there is a hint of perseverance between his eyebrows.

His name is Liu Xing, he is the son of the head of the Liu family in the town, he has been practicing martial arts for ten years, so far, he still has not stepped into the ranks of martial artists, and he is about to be sixteen years old, and he can't step into the door of martial arts, but I'm afraid that there will be no hope in the future.

The young man got up very early, so the martial arts training ground was very quiet, and after a while, the old slave who cleaned the field came to clean up, and when he saw the young man who was cross-legged on the stone pier, the old slave sighed and shook his head.

"What a hard-working young man, how can it be a waste?" the old servant who swept the floor sighed, the old man came on time every day, and he could see Liu Xing breathing here every day, several times more diligent than those children in the clan.

Soon, there were more and more people on the martial arts training ground, and the young people came laughing together, and when they saw the young man sitting cross-legged on the stone pier breathing, they all showed a trace of disdain.

"What is it, as the son of the head of the family, the young master of the Liu family, enjoys the best cultivation resources, the highest cultivation qigong, and it is still a waste, I really don't know how this waste is cultivated? A young man sneered, sarcastically sneering, which sounded particularly harsh in the early morning.

"Brother Yi Fei, do you want to teach him a lesson?" The children of the Liu family all gathered around and stood beside Liu Yifei. Liu Yifei was dressed in purple, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a long figure, and a yin owl light in the corners of his eyes.

"How is it a lesson? Who dares to teach the son of the head of the family a lesson? Liu Yifei glared at the young man who spoke, and the latter hurriedly laughed and said, "Yes, yes, it's a competition, Brother Yi Fei must have a good 'discussion' with this waste." ”

The boy sat cross-legged on the stone pier, deaf to his ears, calming his mind and breathing.

In his body, a meridian as thick as a finger connects to the lower abdomen from the middle acupoint, and above this meridian, there are many cyclones, and the essence he breathes out comes out of the cyclone, and then merges into his body and disappears.

"Alas, failed again. The boy sighed. This is not the first time in ten years that this has failed, and that thick meridian is like a stone bar that cannot be opened at all.

"Liu Xing, I heard that you have cultivated the middle-grade Burning Sun Palm, and I have also cultivated the lower-grade Storm Fist, so let's have a discussion. Liu Yifei came to Liu Xing with the children of the Liu family and said coldly, his face full of mockery.

Medium-grade martial arts, Blazing Sun Palm, what about it?

No matter how high a waste cultivation martial art is, it is still a waste, and the power of a middle-grade martial art that has burst out at all is completely violent.

Liu Xing slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Liu Yifei, and the mocking faces around Liu Yifei, and said coldly: "I don't have time." ”

"Hahaha...... No matter how high this waste cultivation martial arts is, it is useless, but Brother Yi Fei is the peak of his qi veins, even if he cultivates the lowest qigong heart method and martial arts, he is countless times stronger than this waste. The teenagers standing beside Liu Yifei sneered.

Liu Xing's refusal to compete with him made Liu Yifei's face even more mocking, and he sneered: "Waste, you practice behind closed doors all day long and don't communicate with everyone, how can you make progress?

"Coward. ”

People made sarcastic remarks one after another, stimulating Liu Xing and asking him to have a hands-on discussion with Liu Yifei.

Liu Xing stood up slowly, not arguing with Liu Yifei and the others at all. Liu Yifei's qi is at the peak, even if he doesn't use martial arts, he can't catch it with any palm, and to fight with the latter is to find abuse.

"Waste, stop me, will I let you go?" Liu Yifei said coldly.

Liu Xing's face was calm, he turned to look at Liu Yifei and said, "What do you want?"

There are more than 30 children in the Liu family, and Liu Yifei's strength is medium, so he is far stronger than him.

"Waste, carrying that broken sword that can't be unsheathed all day long, do you want others to know that you are a sword cultivator?" Liu Yifei sneered. Liu Xing carries a broken sword on his back all day long, but he has never seen that broken sword out of the sheath, a sword out of the sheath, what is the use of it?

"Does this have anything to do with you?" Liu Xing's eyes were cold, the sword behind his back was left by his mother, although he couldn't pull it out, he believed that sooner or later, he would be able to pull out the sword and use it to kill the world.

"Waste, I won't bully you, pull out your sword, let me see the swordsmanship you practice, or cast the Burning Sun Palm, so that those of us who can't afford to practice medium-grade martial arts can see the power of the Burning Sun Palm. Liu Yifei was aggressive, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, staring at Liu Xing coldly.

"Not interested. Liu Xing said coldly and turned to leave.

"Boom. ”

Suddenly, a cold wind moved behind him, and a fierce attack hit his back.

Liu Yifei was annoyed, and the Storm Fist was unleashed, and a gust of wind swirled around the fist, looking incomparably strong, swallowing light, and bombarding Liu Xing's back.

"The scorching sun. Liu Xing was also furious, Liu Yifei was so despicable that he actually attacked him. He reflexively turned into a palm, the Sun Palm, which seemed to have a stream of heat flickering between his palms, but compared to Liu Yifei's Storm Fist, the power was pitiful.

Rumble.

The two fists collided together in an instant, Liu Xing was Liu Yifei's opponent, and his body shook by the latter's punch, and he fell backwards again and again, stumbling on the stone pier under his feet, turning over and falling to the ground, the qi and blood in his body surged, and a bloody sword spurted out of his body.

"Hahaha......"

Suddenly, the people around them looked up and laughed.

"What kind of bullshit blazing sun palm, even if a waste cultivates high-grade martial arts, it is still a waste. "People scoffed.

Liu Xing stood up, patted the dust on his body, and stared at Liu Yifei coldly, he remembered this hatred, sooner or later, he asked Liu Yifei to repay it tenfold.

"Hmph, waste is waste. Looking at the back of Liu Xing leaving, Liu Yifei snorted coldly, and led everyone to start cultivating in the martial arts training ground, waiting for the arrival of the martial artist.

……

Next to the Outer Yin Demon River in Liuyun Town, Liu Xing came here, washed the dust off his face with clean water, and sat next to the stream, thinking that Liu Yifei used the 'Storm Fist' to sneak attack him before, which made him extremely angry.

If he opens up the meridians and becomes a martial artist, he is not afraid of Liu Yifei at all.

It's a pity that after ten years of cultivation, the meridians can't be opened up until now, like stones. The refined essence also disappeared into the flesh and blood in an instant, which made him even more confused.

"There are more than three months left before my sixteenth birthday, if I can't break through to become a martial artist, I, Liu Xing, am afraid that I will not be able to step into the door of martial arts in this life. Liu Xing was extremely unwilling, his father had great expectations for him as a son. But now, he has achieved nothing at all, which makes his father very disappointed.

So much so that in recent years, he didn't dare to see his father, and occasionally encountered, seeing his father's disappointed gaze, his heart was like a knife, and he always buried his head in it.

He took down the quaint sword behind his back, which his father had given to him when he was ten years old, saying that it was the only thing his mother had left behind during her lifetime, and made it a present for his tenth birthday.

The sword has followed him for five years, but it has never been unsheathed, not that Liu Xing doesn't want it to be unsheathed, but it can't be pulled out at all, and so far, he hasn't pulled out the sword.

I don't know if his father can pull out this sword, in short, he has not seen this sword in its true form, who knows if it is a broken sword?

Put the sword by his side, lie on the lawn with his head in his hands, and rest for a while to prepare to continue practicing the Burning Sun Palm and Burning Yuan Qigong.

Lieyuan Qigong is a medium-grade qigong and Lieyang palm is a complete set of qigong martial arts, the function of Lieyuan Qi increases the power of Lieyang palm, this set of qigong martial arts he has practiced for three years, so far there is no power.

"Huh?" Liu Xing stood up and was about to cultivate, when he suddenly saw an object floating down the river, which looked like a dead corpse when he looked closely, which surprised him.

"Is this the martial artist who entered the Demon Beast Mountain Range to experience and was killed by the fierce beast?" Liu Xing came to him and smashed the corpse with his scabbard, the person was already completely dead, but there was no scar on the body, which was a little strange. Because there are no signs of fighting, it doesn't look like it was killed by a fierce beast.

"Okay, I, Liu Xing, will do a good deed and bury you. Liu Xing leaned down, dropped his sword, reached for the corpse, and pulled it to the shore, but his hand had just touched the man's clothes.

Suddenly, a soaked and white palm suddenly grabbed his wrist with great force.

"Ah......" At that moment, Liu Xing was terrified, the corpse was not dead, and he trembled for a while, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake off the soaked and white palm.

Airplanes......

However, at this moment, the unsheathed sword next to him suddenly vibrate, and a strange power roared out from the scabbard...

Immediately afterward, Liu Xing saw a dazzling light rush out of the scabbard, instantly slashing across the soaked and whitened wrist, directly cutting off the latter's palm. But no blood splattered out, and the corpse did not scream in pain, not at all.

"Sword. Liu Xing was extremely shocked, the sword that had never been moved, actually shook, and automatically slashed out a sword light to cut off the latter's wrist.

Scold.

The next scene made Liu Xing even more unforgettable, only to see the long sword 'swish' out of the sheath, and a silent aura rushed out of the scabbard, pressing him out of breath.

In the dazzling light, a long sword glowing with blood, buzzing and vibrating, seemed to possess spirituality, and slashed at the corpse in the river...

Liu Xing was taken aback and thought: Could it be that the corpse in the river is really not dead?

"Ah......h

The sword flew back and fell silent as it rushed into its scabbard.

It's all incredibly fast.

At this moment, a strange scene appeared from Hanoi's corpse, making Liu Xing's whole body numb and stiff.

A glowing orb slowly rushed out of the corpse that had been cut by the long sword, floating above the riverbank, an incomparably strong aroma, permeating the heavens and the earth, full of incomparably surging energy.

"This is ......" Liu Xing's eyes froze completely, staring at the glowing orb, frozen on the spot.