Eight years ago.

There are about a few hundred people living in a small, nameless mountain village in the middle of nowhere, and this small mountain village has more than 30 dilapidated mud houses erected from house to house, and the sheep intestine path is so potholed that even people can panic when they walk on it, let alone let the car run on it.

In the distance of the village is a large primeval forest, and there are countless poisonous insects and beasts.

Not far from this primeval forest are the high mountains, which are the continuous mountains that cut off this small mountain village from the outside world forever.

So much so that this small mountain village seems to have been forgotten by the state forever, thus making this small mountain village a desolate and dilapidated situation for decades.

However, among the more than 30 dilapidated earthen houses, one house close to the primeval forest is particularly dilapidated.

This house is more apt to be a "nest" than a house.

The house was small and low, and a few bricks and grass were all there was to this house.

At this time, it was noon, the sun was shining, and the fiery sun was like a furnace scorching the earth, because the temperature was too high, even the ground was cracked, and there was a trace of heat.

During such a hot time, every household in the mountain village hid at home to escape the heat.

It's just that five hundred meters in front of this most dilapidated house, there is a thin and dark boy with unusually bright eyes who is standing under a big tree and humming and shouting.

When I looked closer, I saw that the boy, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, was squatting on a horse in a nondescript white vest, and his eyes were firmly looking at the tree three times the thickness of his waist, and he slammed punch after punch on the tree pole, never stopping, even though he was already sweating.

The sound of bang bang bang is endless.

With each punch, there will be a shallow fist mark on the tree pole, and the bark and sawdust will fly everywhere.

"Humph!"

The little boy snorted coldly, and his right fist slammed into the tree pole, and the tree remained motionless except for a trace of sawdust.

"Hah!"

The boy shouted, and his left fist slammed into the tree pole.

It's a pity that the big tree still hasn't shaken.

Despite this, the little boy continued to bombard the tree pole with punch after punch as if he were not tired, and even though a pair of young hands had already broken the flesh, the little boy did not even snort, as if he did not know what the pain was.

At this time, an old man wearing a yellowed white vest, a pair of shorts, a pair of straw sandals, and his hair was messy like a chicken coop, holding a wine gourd, and while drinking, he staggered in the direction of the little boy.

The old man's thin old face was red from alcoholism, he walked up to the little boy, glanced at the little boy, and then leaned against the tree pole, burped, and said drunkly: "I said stinky boy, why are you so inky?" You've been beating this tree for three days, and you haven't broken it yet? What the hell are you going to do?! ”

The little boy did not respond to the old man's words, he just glared at the old man, and then continued to maintain his original position, bombarding the tree pole with punch after punch.

When the old man saw that the little boy did not speak, he pursed his lips, then took a sip of wine, walked up to the little boy, grabbed his ear with his left hand, and lifted him up.

"Ouch! It hurts, it hurts! ”

The little boy screamed and slapped the old man's arm, shouting at the top of his voice, "Old madman! What are you doing?! Let it go! Let go! ”

"Little bunny, you take a good look at it for me!"

The old man glanced at the little boy, then closed his eyes slightly, and then, with lightning speed, gently threw his left fist at the tree pole.

Rumble!

A loud bang rang out.

Immediately afterwards, with a "click", the big tree snapped and fell to the ground......

"OMG!!"

The little boy screamed in shock as he stared at the image in front of him, beyond his comprehension.

However, what shocked the little boy even more was that a second before the tree fell, the old man had already run to the other end of the tree and lifted the tree with only one left hand!

Although he had lived with this old man for more than a year, the little boy really found out for the first time that this crazy old man was so powerful!

With just a gentle punch, he smashed a big tree that even an adult couldn't hold!

This big tree can be easily lifted with just one hand!

This is simply going against the sky!

Just as the little boy was shocked, he saw the old man hang the wine gourd on his waist, and then took out a bird's nest from the fork of the tree with his right hand.

The old man glanced at a few eggs in the bird's nest, he couldn't help licking the corners of his mouth, and said, "This feeling is good!" It's time for drinks tonight! Hahaha......"

Hearing the old man's words, the little boy only felt the black lines on his forehead.

I just thought that this old madman should have a master's demeanor, but I didn't expect to be beaten back to his original form in a second......

As soon as the old man put his left hand, the big tree fell to the ground with a bang, and he looked at the little boy with a smile on the bird's nest, and then prepared to leave.

However, the little boy stood in front of the old man, he stared at the old man stubbornly, and asked, "Old madman! What kind of martial arts did you just play? ”

"What martial arts?"

The old man tilted his head and thought about it, then laughed a few times a little crazily, and said, "Of course, it is the most powerful martial art in the world!"

"Let me ask you what the name of this martial art is! I'm not asking how powerful your martial arts are! The little boy said anxiously.

"Dragon Fist."

The old man spat out three words, then glanced at the little boy and said, "What, you want to learn?"

"Yes, I want to learn!" The little boy's eyes lit up, he nodded, and replied firmly.

"What did you learn?" The old man looked indifferently into the eyes of the little hairy boy and asked.

"Kill." Xiao Chen replied, and did not hesitate to say these two chilling words.

"Murder? Hahaha......"

The old man laughed maniacally a few times, then leaned down, stared at the little boy's eyes, and said indifferently, "Okay, I'll teach you!"

It's just that what the little boy didn't notice was that when the old man said this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a triumphant smile crossed it......

……

Time flies, in a flash, eight years have passed.

The once little boy has grown up and has become the world's most famous uncrowned king, King Shura!

He is Xiao Chen.

When Chen Qilin said this, Xiao Chen recalled the past.

Back then, that old madman said that "Dragon Fist" was the most powerful martial art in the world.

Xiao Chen had been thinking that the crazy old man was talking crazy for a while, but as he grew up, walked out of the mountains, and came into contact with strong people from all over the world, Xiao Chen became more and more convinced that what the crazy old man said seemed to be true!

Because, until today, although Xiao Chen has only cultivated the Dragon Fist to the True Dragon Four Transformations, he is already powerful enough!

Except that he is a little tricky when he encounters the kings of various fields in the world, and the other so-called strong people are not his opponents!