The people of this world, after countless years of deduction and summary, have perfected an orderly and strict class division for the entire martial arts system: Qi Spirit Realm, Martial Artist, Martial Master, Martial General, Martial King, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Taiwu Emperor, Martial Saint, Martial God.

It's like the road to the sky, step by step, and the judgment is made.

There are also martial arts and mental methods are born, along with the cultivation of martial arts complement each other, countless pioneers have worked hard, painstakingly and painstakingly, after a long period of painstaking attainments, and finally created a martial art that is not thousands of changes, competing for beauty, based on improving the combat power of killing, and sublimating the dantian qi sea.

Divide the clouds to the beginning, find the sky, the Taishang, the gods, the four grades, and then subdivide into the lower, middle and upper three grades.

For example, at the beginning of the cloud, from the lower grade, the middle grade, and the upper grade, from the bottom to the top, the quality climbs in turn.

Martial arts is a towering giant tree, the branches on the tree are luxuriant, like the Taoist who is forging ahead, there are buds that are about to bloom, full of vitality, there are green leaves in a hurry, the wind is in full bloom, and there are also those who can't withstand the vicissitudes of life, withered and decayed, and regretfully eliminated.

Only those who climb the heights can raise their eyes to look far away, and as far as the eye can see, they are more vast and far-reaching.

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The bright moon is in the sky, and it is round like a disk. Cold and silent midnight, blood is hidden.

A piercing cry of despair pierced the silence, and in an instant, ten, hundred, thousand......

"Invasion by foreign enemies, invasion by foreign enemies ......"

The alarm sounded, Xuanchen was frightened, quickly ran outside the house, pushed open the door, and saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

In mid-air, the deadly killing moves were revealed, and the aftermath of the aura collision and concussion fell to the ground, and the houses fell like a tidal wave, turning into a mess of ruins.

"Forming a Great Array of Protectors!" an old man temporarily retreated from the enemy in front of him, and used his spiritual power to teleport this roar to all corners of the clan.

"Great Elder!" Xuan Chen looked at the old man standing in the air, crumbling, his face was covered with blood, his clothes were all torn, his right arm was weakly drooping, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Xuan Chen deeply remembered that this was the great elder who was in charge of the clan in the past, and the majesty and majesty of the great power, and the supreme power also symbolized his supreme strength, but today, he was embarrassed to such a point.

The man in black had bloodthirsty eyes, as if he was alerting Xuanchen.

It's the dying night of the clan!

"Bastard, you dare!"

Suddenly, the Great Elder, who was already wilting his breath, roared at Xuanchen's side.

In the next moment, a monstrous killing intent swept towards Xuanchen, like a net of heaven and earth, binding Xuanchen inch, and he could only sit and wait for death. Father is right, the real strong can kill people with killing intent alone.

But what about the father?

"Protect the young patriarch!"

Several clan masters rushed towards this side, trying to intercept the man halfway, but the strength of the master of that killing intent was terrifying, and the master of the clan was not his enemy at all. He was so powerful that he left only the corpse of a Gu clan along the way, and on the other hand, except for the blood stained with his body, he did not even have much disorder in his breath.

Xuan Chen's pupils widened, and the black clothes became clearer and wider in his vision. Xuan Chen saw clearly the pair of blood-red eyes hidden under the brim of his hat, empty, murderous, and powerful......

"Defend the young patriarch and guard the last bloodline of my clan. ”

The Great Elder used his last strength to convey this command to look at death, and then his body began to swell, and the withered old man actually grew several times in an instant, turning into a huge ball of flesh, and immediately, the bodies of one tribe after another underwent the same changes, and the chapped skin oozed terrifying blood.

The next moment.

"Boom ......"

Countless explosions sounded, like thunder rolling in the sky, endlessly.

Xuanchen's eyes were no longer pitch black and blood-colored, but turned into a day like the sun descending, a white light flashed, and Xuanchen fainted.

In his last consciousness, he only heard the lingering in his ears, the dying sustenance of countless clansmen.

"Young patriarch, live, with the hope of the clan, live ......"

"Stay alive ......"

Xuanchen woke up suddenly, sat up, and was covered in sweat. In the past five years, he had done it countless times, but every time, it was a repetition of the catastrophe, an endless reincarnation, like a ghost and an abyss, like gazing into the abyss. Because it was not simply a dream made out of nothing, but what really happened to the teenager, the catastrophe of the sect five years ago is still vivid today.

As for what happened after Xuanchen passed out, he had no memory and no way to know, he only knew that it was the clansmen who used their lives to keep him alive.

Is there anyone else alive besides himself? He didn't know.

Who saved him? He didn't know anything.

Because five years ago, when he woke up again, he was already here. A small city on the edge called Far North.

It seems that he really had a dream, if it weren't for his body with broken meridians now, the cruel reality would always give people a head-on blow and make people sober, and he would even feel that the nine-year life of the sect was a big dream.

A beam of sunlight shone in through the gap in the wooden window, and Xuan Chen was very glad that the night had finally passed again.

Lifted the futon and got out of bed, Xuanchen pushed open the door, the sunlight was a little dazzling, he squinted slightly, and looked at the small courtyard outside the house, in the corner of the small courtyard, a woman was bending down to fetch water from the well.

Her name is Lin Qing, and she is Xuanchen's stepmother.

Xuanchen also has a stepfather, who is a member of a mercenary group in Yaobei City.

According to the couple's account, Xuanchen was rescued from the Demon Beast Mountain Range by his father-in-law Xiao Zhen, when he was following the mercenary group team on a mission, when he saw Xuanchen from afar, he thought it was a tattered bloody clothes abandoned at first glance, and when he took a closer look, he found that he was a child covered in blood and dying.

It is said that the smell of blood that permeated Xuanchen's body at that time attracted several hungry demon beasts. Almost nine deaths, Xiao Zhen rescued Xuanchen from the mouths of those demon beasts.

But why did the miserable child at that time appear in that dangerous demon beast mountain range, and who left him there? Naturally, even Xiao Zhen didn't know.

Are they the other survivors of the clan? But if they are clansmen, why haven't they ever appeared?

Xuanchen has been waiting, hoping that if it is really as he thinks, then one day, they will definitely come to find him.

But this is a full five years.

In the past five years, the nightmare of the past, like a greedy beast, has kept eating away at Xuanchen's hope.

Back then, although Xuanchen saved his life, he left an irreparable wound in that catastrophe, and his body was as weak as an immature baby, unable to withstand a little wind and rain.

What made Xuanchen desperate the most was that the meridians in his whole body had been shattered.

Yes, he may not have anything to do with martial arts in his life.

In this world where martial arts are respected, a person who can't even breathe in spiritual energy cultivation can sometimes even be regarded as even more lowly than a lackey in the alley.

And Xuanchen, an outsider, a waste boy who migrated here, was even more unpopular with the people of Yaobei City.

Someone scolded him behind his back for being a misfortune that even God gave up, and that he was a bad star, and persuaded Lin Qing and Xiao to drive him away as soon as possible, so as not to cause trouble, and not to be merciful.

Fortunately, his father-in-law and stepmother treated him like a close relative of flesh and blood, treating him as his own, and he didn't care about those gossip.

Dripping water pierced through the stones, and the true feelings of five years were revealed, so that Xuanchen slowly broke free from the desperate situation of the corpse mountain and the sea of blood.

Xuanchen gradually began to have the courage to face the disdain of others, even if a naughty boy threw a stone at his head, he would avoid him if he could, and if he couldn't dodge, he gritted his teeth and would not bow his head again.

Occasionally, he would accompany Lin Qing to a place farther away from home to take a good look at the outside world. The crowds at the temple fair are boiling, the clay figure shadow puppet of Yunde Theater, and the lanterns on the bank of the Yuliu River are bright, it turns out that Yaobei City is lively.

The spring rain moisturized things silently, and slowly, he was willing to call them from the bottom of his heart: "Father, mother!"

Xuan Chen recalled that his biological mother disappeared mysteriously after he was born, without a trace.

His biological father practiced in retreat all year round, often for several years when he entered the forbidden land, and then went out to travel to the mainland to practice. From Xuanchen's memory to the year when the clan was killed, the number of times he saw his biological father was only a handful.

Even when the dynasty perished, he did not appear.

Xuanchen didn't know where he went, whether he was alive or dead, and there was no news......

"Chen'er. When the woman pulled the bucket full of water up from the bottom of the well, she looked back and saw the young man coming out of the house.

"Mother. Xuanchen sobered up from his memories, walked over to the woman, and helped her lift the heavy bucket.

Lin Qing is not a martial artist, and she always seems a little powerless to take care of this courtyard every day.

Xuanchen's weak physique needs to spend a lot of medicinal materials for warmth, although it is impossible to restore the strength of a martial artist's body, but at least he can do it like ordinary people, don't be riddled with diseases all year round.

For this reason, the little savings that the couple had accumulated in previous years were basically squandered on top of this.

Even a gold-hidden ceramic jar pressed under the bed, which was finally used as an emergency, was quietly dug up and broken.

It's just that that night, the boy who happened to pass by the corridor under the eaves heard the sound of porcelain cracking coming from inside the house.

Then I heard the two whispering again, planning the use of the money. First of all, he said that the last few medicinal herbs were not bad, and he could buy some more, and slowly warm them up, and he could not break them halfway; he also said that there was a new kind of spiritual grass in a pharmacy, and I heard that the effect of Peiben Guyuan was good, and the price was not expensive, so you could buy it and try it; besides, the bedding on Chen'er's bed was old, and it was not enough to keep out the cold, and seeing that it was about to start winter, we had to quickly change the bed to a new, thick, and old one, which could be added to our house, and the best of both worlds. And this year's New Year, you must buy a new dress for Chen'er, last year he insisted that he didn't, in fact, he was worried that we didn't spend enough, what a sensible child, can't be cold. You can secretly buy it home and fold it in our cabinet to hide, cut it first and then play it, and then take it out on the day of the New Year's Pass, and you can't return it, so you can only keep it for yourself, and it will be handed over to him naturally.

In short, there is a list of everything, but from beginning to end, there is no mention of the needs of the two of them. In the end, there were a few gold coins left, and the man hesitated for a moment, and asked the woman tentatively: Do you want to change into a new dress for you?

The woman immediately angrily scolded the man: If you have to wear it, why do you want to wear it so well?

The young man who heard this finally couldn't bear to continue eavesdropping, lest he feel guilty and blame himself, and became more and more wanton in his heart. Silently walked back to his room. In the early morning of the next day, it was the first time that the young man proposed to go out with Lin Qing to see the scenery outside the courtyard.

"Hasn't my father come back yet?" asked Xuan Chen, it had been more than seven days since Xiao Zhen went out on a mission with the mercenary group.

"yes. Lin Qing replied with a smile.

"It seems that this mission is a bit tricky. Xuan Chen frowned and said.

Lin Qing touched Xuanchen's head, "Is Chen'er worried about his father?"

Xuan Chen shook his head and said, "No, I believe in my father, besides, there are no other people in the mercenary group." ”

Although the young man said it easily, his brows were like entangled dark clouds for a long time, lingering.

As she stepped up the steps, the woman reached out to take the bucket from the young man's hand, and said softly, "I'll come." ”

The young man stubbornly refused to give it to the woman, "Mother, I can do it!"

The woman smiled slightly, withdrew her hand, and stood aside, watching over him.

"Chen'er doesn't have to worry about his father, because it is said that there is also a master of the Mo family who is accompanying him this time, no matter how you think about it, there will be no danger. ”

The young man reminded him: "Mother, I'm not worried!"

"Okay, don't worry, don't worry. The woman only smiled and nodded, not the mother and the son, but better than the mother and the child.

The young man suddenly remembered the woman's previous words, and he asked in surprise, "Are there any people from the Mo family in the team this time?"

The woman said, "Yes." ”

The two major families in Yaobei City, the Mo family and the Mu family, are both powerful, and they are called dragons and tigers, and they go hand in hand.

The two families are deeply rooted, and even the Thunder War Mercenary Group, an organization that has been on the edge of life and death in the Demon Beast Mountain Range all year round, is far from the gap compared to these two families.

But because of this, perhaps because of the arrogance and arrogance in their bones, the Mo and Mu families actually disdain to be in the company of the Lei Zhan mercenary group. This time, it is rare for people from the Mo family to participate in the action team.

In the evening, a torrential rain suddenly came, and it rained without warning.

Xuanchen stood under the eaves, stretched out his hand to catch a handful of rain, and was glad in his heart that there was finally a rain that had come to fade away the long-standing heat.

The rain was cool, and the young man carefully concentrated and gradually got better......

But half an hour later, Xuanchen suddenly opened and closed his eyes.

The heartstrings tightened suddenly, because Xuan Chen sensed that on the side of the alley not far from the courtyard, there was a group of people walking quickly towards this side, their steps were hurried and chaotic, and there was a breath in it, which seemed familiar.

Although the meridians were broken and he could not cultivate, Xuanchen had insisted on concentrating on meditation every day for five years, and he had never slackened. If he can't cultivate his strength, he will cultivate his heart, and the heavy blood and hatred make him dare not leave himself a comfortable opportunity.

Therefore, instead of weakening, the mental power has become more and more mature and stable.

Now, with full attention, a radius of tens of meters, if there is a large movement, he can sense a general situation.

As he got closer, Xuanchen's perception became clearer and clearer, and that familiar breath was like a candle flame in the wind, in danger!

Xuanchen had an ominous premonition and quickly ran towards the courtyard gate. When I opened the door, I saw that the group of people was not far from this side, and they were clustered around a seriously injured man lying on a stretcher in the center, the armor on the man's chest was torn apart by three claw marks more than an inch wide, and the blood stained red and bandaged layer after layer of bandages.

Xuanchen's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Father!"