Fang Yan walked out of the waterfall in a comfortable mood, his face was full of excitement, he finally succeeded, although he couldn't do it like the old man, but with his current body, he was excited and satisfied enough to be able to do this, he must have met the old man's requirements.

Calling the little beast, he quickly ran towards the tavern, and he couldn't wait to tell the old man the news. Tactics, hehe.

"Old man, old man, I have succeeded, I can learn the tactics of war". As soon as he entered the tavern door, Fang Yan shouted, his excitement at the moment could not be concealed.

Suddenly, without warning, the stone pier smashed towards Fang Yan at an extremely fast speed, Fang Yan didn't have any chance to react, it was too fast. Subconsciously, his arm stretched out and shook.

"Bang". The huge force brought by the rapid flight of the boulder did not hurt Fang Yan in the slightest, and he was shaken by his arm, and he was incredibly thrown towards the wooden door and smashed it.

"Yes, barely up to the mark, let's start tomorrow." The old man did not appear, and a cold voice came out, "Fix the door."

Fang Yan looked at his hands in disbelief, and then at the stone pier lying outside the door. Then his face overflowed with excitement, I can too, the old man is right, I can borrow water power, and I can borrow ten thousand strength.

The old man just said that it would start tomorrow? haha. I can finally learn the art of warfare.

Take a few deep breaths, calm down the excitement, and look at the broken wooden door. Shaking his head helplessly, this wooden door is really full of disasters...... I didn't think much about it, and hurriedly found a wooden board to make a new door.

Even the little beast standing on his shoulder, looking at the tragic door, showed sympathy......

When everything was done, he returned to the backyard hut, and the little beast jumped on the stone bed and slept with his head covered.

Fang Yan thought back to his experiences these days. It's been a few months since I walked out of the ancient village, and I don't know if my father, Grandma Qinglian, and the villagers are okay. There are also girls who don't know where. She should be a slim girl now. I thought of the parting kiss before the blood. Fang Yan touched the corners of his mouth and smiled stupidly.

It's been more than two months since I came to the "Killing Village". During this period, Fang Yan had been exercising his physical body, understanding the way of borrowing strength, and had never cultivated battle blood.

Now the old man has promised to teach himself the art of war. It should be possible to take a look now, thinking of this, Fang Yan couldn't wait to sit up cross-legged, closing his eyes and looking inward.

This look made Fang Yan surprised inexplicably, it should have been orange battle blood, but he hadn't cultivated for two months, and the color was actually much darker, looking at it this way, it should be close to the late stage of the second change, what was going on? Could it be that cultivating the flesh could still bring benefits to the battle blood?

What Fang Yan didn't know was that during this period of time, the power of battle blood was not used at all, and his body and mind had to be brutally destroyed every day, reaching the limit, becoming stronger and stronger, and of course the battle blood would slowly increase. Flesh and blood are one.

Fang Yan was overjoyed, it was really a good thing, what he lacked most now was strength, otherwise he wouldn't be chased everywhere all the time. Now that his strength has progressed, Fang Yan is of course happy. Clench your fists hard and cheer yourself up. Hurry up and cultivate the battle blood, so that you can advance as soon as possible.

The next day, before dawn, Fang Yan woke up from his cultivation and walked out of the hut. Refreshed.

At this time, the sky was still gray, and Fang Yan looked at the huge iron stakes in the courtyard, which were extremely hideous. Suddenly there was a feeling of eagerness to try.

Walk forward, follow the example of the old man, and start striking.

"Crackle, crackle". I beat it out of order, but I can't beat the old man's feeling.

After a while, fine sweat was already breaking out on Fang Yan's head. This was so painful that the arm hit the black iron and was extremely stiff, and countless iron bumps seemed to be about to crumble bones, and the pain was piercing. Now my hands are probably red and swollen. Fang Yan couldn't bear it. In the end, I couldn't stand it anymore, and my hands trembled and slowly stopped.

"So incompetent, keep fighting, and use your blood to continue if your hand is broken. The old man's cold voice came from the room.

Fang Yan was shocked, his face was immediately full of vigilance, ready to fight at any time, how could he know the battle blood in my body. Who the hell is this old man, and what is his purpose? Fang Yan was shocked by this sudden remark.

"It's not uncommon to know the blood of war." The old man said lightly, "If you want to leave or stay, you decide for yourself, I won't stop you." ”

"Old man, are you mistaken? Fang Yan said with a confused face. The matter of war and blood is very important, even if the other party saves himself, he cannot tell it.

"Orange blood. The old man's words came out again: "It is no secret that the descendants of the war are still alive in the world." ”

Fang Yan was shocked again, the old man actually knew about the bloody battle change. Bow your head and ponder, think carefully about the days when he came into contact with the old man, the old man should have no ill will towards himself, or he would not have saved himself at the beginning, and he would not have wanted to teach himself the tactics of war.

"Old man, I didn't tell you before, my relatives specially explained before I went out, and I didn't tell anyone, but now I am seen by you. Fang Yan figured it out, and then relieved, the old man had no ill will towards him, and he didn't have to worry about it. Besides, it has been seen, so there is no need to hide it again.

"You have the blood in your body, you are blessed, practice hard. The old man said lightly.

"Yes, boy, listen to the teachings and practice well. Fang Yan said respectfully. The old man wasn't entangled in the bloody battle, and Fang Yan didn't mention it, as long as he knew that the other party had no malicious intent.

Enduring the pain, Fang Yan gritted his teeth and raised his trembling hands, and continued to hit the big iron bump. The hand felt like it was about to break, and the pain was piercing. Let Fang Yan keep breaking out in a cold sweat, his lips were dead, and he was afraid that he would scream if he was negligent, so that the old man would look down.

Fang Yan didn't know how long he had been fighting, and the sky was already flooded with white light. Fang Yan's meaning was a little vague.

His hands numbly and gently hit the iron stake, and orange blood dripped from his arms and palms like a spring. I can't exert much strength anymore, but I just fight like this, stubbornly refusing to stop.

"Chirp". The little beast didn't know when it got up, looking at Fang Yan's appearance, it screamed anxiously.

"Okay, go back to the room and run the battle blood repair, and then continue, when will the flesh reach the strength of ignoring the iron stake, when will I teach you the real combat method. The old man walked out of the door and said with trembling steps.

When Fang Yan heard this, he breathed a big sigh of relief in his heart, his spirit suddenly relaxed, he staggered, and he felt that the sky was shaking, and he almost fell. You must know that Fang Yan was training like a mortal now, and he didn't use any bloody power. It is inconceivable to persist purely in the flesh and stubborn faith.

The little beast sprinted towards the door, slammed it open, fell to the ground and rolled to the side in a few circles. Fang Yan slowly walked into the house and smiled reluctantly at the little beast. There was no emotion, and it was difficult to remove the cloth clothes.

The hands are terrifying and make people's hearts tremble, the flesh and blood are blurred, the skin is open, and the snow-white bones are faintly visible. In the state of a mortal, it is not known how he persevered.

This kind of battle method cultivation is too cruel, you must know that Fang Yan is originally a bloody body, and his physical body is much stronger than ordinary people, and now he is so embarrassed, if he is changed to an ordinary monk, I am afraid it will not be as simple as opening the flesh.

Immediately sat cross-legged, the blood of battle ran wildly, the fleshy hands were blurred, and the miraculous blood was recycled, healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Such a strong vitality and resilience. The blood of war is indeed blessed.

The old man stood in the courtyard for a while, looked at where Fang Yan was, and nodded with satisfaction. Head down the hall.

In the days that followed, Fang Yan kept repeating the same thing.

Hit the hideous iron stake every day, up and down the body, wherever it can be used, hands, palms, arms, shoulders, elbows, feet, legs, and back. Every time, they all insisted until the flesh and blood were blurred, and the blood did not stop dripping, and then repaired with war blood, and then continued.

In this way, two months passed unconsciously, and there was not a single day in between. The law of life is incomparable, the iron stake is started before dawn, and then it takes half a day to repair, and in the evening it is still thunderous to go to the bottom of the waterfall to exercise, and then practice the battle blood at night, so as not to waste a little time.

Fang Yan made progress like a fly under his continuous persistence, and what excited Fang Yan the most was that after two months of continuous hard training, the battle blood had entered the late orange stage, and the combat power had reached a new level. Fang Yan believed that with his current combat strength, it would definitely not be a problem to face the powerhouses in the early stage of chemical weapons, and it should not be difficult to kill them alone.

"Bang, bang, bang". The sky was gray, Fang Yan insisted on doing what he did every day, and the sound of hitting the iron stakes was floating one after another.

Now Fang Yan is no longer as weak as he was two months ago, at this time, he punches and kicks, Kong Wu is powerful, naked-naked, his skin is black, and his muscles are bulging, looking like iron, containing great strength.

The sweat was still pouring down on his head, but it was not painful, but it was caused by playing to the fullest and recruiting all his strength.

Although the body shape is still out of order, the wind whistling driven by the swing of the fist and the expression of no difficulty can be seen that there is a world of difference compared to two months ago.

The sky opened up unconsciously.

"At this time tomorrow, I'll teach you how to fight. The old man walked out of the room and said lightly.

Fang Yan, who was hitting the iron stake, was stunned for a moment, and then a look of surprise instantly poured out.

"Thank you, old man, the boy will definitely study hard. Fang Yan hurriedly said respectfully. It's been almost half a year since I've been here, and I don't know what the old man's name is, but I only know that the old monk calls him the old man of Heaven. I had to keep calling him an old man.

The old man nodded slightly, and said no more.

Fang Yan hurriedly washed his body, put on a coarse cloth coat, walked to the front of the hall, and opened the door.

In the past few days, Fang Yan's body has become stronger and stronger, and now there will be no skin and flesh hurting muscles and bones when the iron pile is drilled, so there is no need to recover, so he will continue to come to the front hall to see the tavern.

The old monk still comes every day, and the wine money is still not given. The relationship with the little beast is getting better and better. At this time, they sat down together again and drank together.

"I said Xiaoyanzi, you kid is useless, the old man of Heaven has nothing to learn about breaking the method of war, he sold his life as a coolie, and he was injured all over his body, you might as well become a monk with me, it was a fairy-like escape." The old monk drank wine and reveled.

After continuous resistance, Fang Yan never took off the nickname of Little Swallow.

"Put down the master, you still drink the bar, the books say that monks are not alcoholic, meaty and not feminine, you are good, you are guilty of everything, you are simply the scum of the monks, a typical villain, and you still told me to go, forget it." Fang Yan didn't give face. After such a long period of contact, Fang Yan had a very good relationship with the old monk, and he didn't have to worry about speaking.

The little beast sat down at the table contentedly, nodding his head in agreement.

"You know a". The old monk looked at the appearance of one person and one beast and said loudly, "I am in the realm, understand, don't you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, hey, there are not many monks in the realm like me now." The old monk was intoxicated.

Fang Yan was helpless, this monk was so shameless, every time he couldn't speak, he would talk about what realm, Taoism, vicissitudes......