Yuguo, Linglan City.

Han Lingxiao packed up his salute, although Han Yifeng insisted on asking him to finish the eighteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony before leaving, but since he was going to participate in the ring competition of Fengyun Pavilion, Han Yifeng secretly registered him without knowing it...... So he still wanted to go all out and go to the martial arts academy a month in advance to adjust.

Walking to the door with a salute, Han Yifeng was already waiting there.

"Second brother, then I'm leaving!" Han Lingxiao greeted him with some frustration.

"Third brother, cheer up! Second brother can wait for you to return triumphantly!" Han Yifeng patted him on the shoulder vigorously, Han Lingxiao smiled weakly, and Aosi on the side shook his head helplessly when he saw his virtue.

"If you are bullied outside, you will report your second brother's martial arts list to the fifty-third name, see if I don't clean him up!"

"Got it, second brother!" Han Lingxiao walked out of the door, only to see that there was an old black horse at the door!

"Third brother, don't you say that the old horse knows the way! The second brother specially picked the oldest horse in our Han Mansion for you, and you road idiot won't worry about getting lost when you ride it!"

Han Lingxiao looked at this old horse in surprise, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was a horse or a donkey! The old horse looked weak, looking very tired, he thought to himself, don't say it is Tianhuang City, it is estimated that the horse will hang up before he leaves Yuguo! He looked at Han Yifeng again, and squeezed out a smile.

"Thank you, second brother, for bothering you. ”

Han Yifeng looked at him with a cowardly expression and felt very disgusted in his heart, but he still patted him on the back.

"It's a trivial matter, the third brother walks slowly!" Han Yifeng made a "please" gesture, he looked at him unhappy on weekdays, and because of his father's face, he had to pretend to be a brother with him, this time he finally seized the opportunity to drive him away, he wished that Han Lingxiao would be so good if he couldn't come back!

Han Lingxiao looked at the thin old horse, perhaps because it was too old, its eyes were also a little yellow!

He didn't know where to get off his leg for a moment, but the servant on the side hurriedly brought him a stool, and after nodding his head in thanks, he stepped on it, and stepped on it cautiously on the horse's back. The old horse howled instantly, and Han Lingxiao was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, for fear that it would suddenly faint.

"Third brother, it's time for you to lose weight!" Han Yifeng said jokingly while standing at the door.

Han Lingxiao smiled awkwardly and called on the horse's back for a long time, but the old horse just refused to move.

"I said, third brother, why haven't you been out for so long, and you can't even ride a horse?" Han Yifeng pretended to be very confused.

"yes, I'm weird myself, or I'll change ......"

"Hey, it's okay! There's a second brother here, and the second brother will help you!"

"You...... What are you doing?" Han Lingxiao saw him coming over with bad intentions and looked at him with a wary expression.

"Oops! you turn around and sit down!" Han Yifeng said, stretching out a silver needle in his hand and squeezing it fiercely on the horse's buttocks. The old horse craned his neck and howled in grief, raising his two front legs and almost throwing Han Lingxiao out.

"Ahh

"Third brother, go slowly!" Han Yifeng shouted, and the servants on the side couldn't help but laugh when they looked at Han Lingxiao's funny appearance.

After a while, Han Yifeng looked at his distant back, and instantly put away his smile, but a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The speed of the old horse that Han Lingxiao was riding gradually slowed down, and when he looked at the old horse, not only did he not look like a person who knew the way, but he was a little dizzy! Fortunately, he had prepared a map in advance, Yuguo was in the northernmost part of the Xuan Realm, and Han Fu was located in the northeast of Yuguo, and he had to go southwest to reach the central border.

He looked helplessly at the old horse he was riding, it didn't even go fast on this rugged mountain road, but he couldn't bear to abandon it in this mountain forest, he thought that after all, this old horse had also worked hard for the Han Mansion for so many years, if he ended up in the mountains and forests, it would be too tragic!

Thinking of this, he simply got off the horse and dragged it along.

After walking for a whole day, the sky gradually darkened, it rained heavily, and the old horse was even more difficult to walk on the slippery mountain road, Han Lingxiao found a small cave that only allowed one person, and found some wood to make a fire, so that the old horse could go into the hole to keep warm, and he walked out of the cave. He saw a clearing under the protruding mountain wall, and when the rain could not reach it, he sat down on the ground and began to run his internal strength.

In the past, he had heard his mother tell him that there are three types of internal forces in the body of those who practice martial arts—the power of operation, the power of floating, and the power of transformation. The power of operation can help the person who practices martial arts to cultivate the method of success, or make moves to defeat the enemy, or resist defense, or teleport, or teleport; the power of floating can make the person who practices martial arts overcome his own gravity and float in the air without falling, but the internal force of the person practicing martial arts is extremely high, and the length of time of the floating is inseparable from the strength of the internal force in the body; the power of transformation can help the person who practices martial arts to externalize the things in his hand into weapons for his own use, and the form of the weapon is also inseparable from the internal force attributes in the body.

"According to each person's different natural endowments, the attributes of the internal force in the body are also different, and the methods and speeds of cultivation are also very different. These are the words that his mother said to him many times before her death.

He had tried many times in the past, but every time he sent out the internal force in the palm of his hand, the internal force was always loose and unstable, even if it was barely gathered, it was difficult to form an attack force, and Han Yifeng once laughed at the internal force he emitted was distorted like a snake......

Han Lingxiao focused his attention on the place where the internal force in his body had run, and finally gathered the internal force in the palm of his hand, and then he suddenly stood up and shouted, pouring out the power of his palm, and a white light rushed out from his palm, hitting the mountain wall and rebounding back and forth to produce a violent vibration.

He looked at the white light that was twisting and turning like a snake and sighed heavily, but after the disappointment, he returned to his place and continued to cultivate.

Sometimes he wonders what he is practicing day after day? Is it just for the sake of getting the top ten in the ring competition that he will be eligible to enter the martial arts list in the future? But what is the purpose of entering the martial arts list, he has always been deeply confused...... But in any case, since you are determined to participate in the ring, you must do your best.

In the next ten days, they stopped and stopped, Han Lingxiao was very patient, every time the old horse was grazing, he was practicing his qi on the side, and when the old horse was full of food and drink, he would lead it on the road together, although the distance he walked every day was pitiful, but the old horse's physique was getting stronger and stronger, and his appearance was much better than before. Gradually, Lao Ma also had feelings for Han Lingxiao, and he also liked to rub against him during breaks, or quietly stay aside to watch him practice.

On this day, they were walking, and suddenly saw a tea seller at the foot of the mountain, and there was a carriage soliciting customers parked next to the tea household.

"Boss, bring me a bowl of tea and five more butter cakes!"

The owner of the tea shop was a simple old man, with a lovely smile, he looked up at the young man in front of him, with good facial features and a handsome face, but the most striking thing was his tall and straight figure, the boss looked at him and smacked his lips again and again, thinking that even if this figure blended into the thousands of troops, he could instantly stand out from the crowd.

The groom pulling the cart next to him had a shrewd face, he was busy counting the money paid by the passengers, and when he looked up, he saw the young man who came over, he saw that although this person was tall and tall, he had a simple and honest face, and looked at the black mule pulled behind him, thinking that this kid was a fool!

Han Lingxiao sat on the stone beside him, the butter cake in his hand was hot and fragrant, he took a big bite, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

The coachman walked up to Han Lingxiao and looked him up and down.