In the hot summer of June, Ling Languo, Yuntianzong.

As one of the most historic sects of cultivation in Linglan Kingdom, Yuntian Sect has unique geographical conditions, in front of its sect is a rectangular square with a length and width of thousands of meters, and behind it is a mountain peak that towers into the clouds, each peak is named after the growing vegetation, such as Wansong Peak, Yinzhang Peak, Xia Bai Peak and so on.

Of course, there are also all kinds of strange monsters on the peaks that rise straight into the clouds, and for this reason, the Yuntian Sect has strict regulations, and all martial artists who have not stepped into the realm of correction should enter the back mountain rigorously.

The cultivation of the martial artists of the Yuntian Sect starts from the cultivation of blood, and the strength also starts from the innate eight hundred catties, and each additional recultivation increases, the strength increases by one hundred catties, which is for the cultivation of the blood realm.

Ye Fei started practicing from the first level of blood training, and now he is already in the triple realm of blood training, that is, he can have a thousand catties of strength, which is only considered a peripheral disciple in Yuntian Sect.

The main task of the outer disciples is to cut down fifty silver fir pine trees for the sect every day, and by cutting down the silver fir pine trees, they can practice the martial arts taught by Yuntian Sect to the disciples, the Tiger King Fist.

As a disciple of Yuntian Sect, Tiger King Fist must learn boxing skills, which is a skill that every beginner disciple must master in a year. On this basis, after cultivating for a year and a half, it is completely possible to reach the blood condensation realm, and only then can an outer disciple really embark on the path of martial arts cultivation.

In the room where the outer disciples of the Yuntian Sect lived.

Ye Fei had just returned from doing farm work at home, and before he had time to wash up, he heard Tian Longzhi, who was with him, shouting, that in another month it would be the big exam of the sect, if he couldn't pass the ninefold blood training and step into the blood extraction realm, he would be eliminated by the sect and persuaded to go home in various ways.

Ye Fei looked at Tian Long, who had just come back from boxing, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he didn't say anything to Tian Long, so he went to wash it. A day's farm work made Ye Fei so tired that he just wanted to sleep.

There is a village ten kilometers away from the Yuntian Sect, which is the main place to provide food for the hundreds of thousands of disciples of the Yuntian Sect. The Yuntian Sect sends peripheral disciples to help the villagers harvest grain every June, which has been the rule of the Yuntian Sect for hundreds of years.

There was still an hour before he started to eat lunch, and Ye Fei quickly finished washing up and lay on the bed and dreamed that Zhou Gong was coming. Tian Long, who was on the side, couldn't bear to wake up again when he saw Ye Fei like this.

The evening class of the Yuntian Sect is very simple, that is, each peripheral disciple completes the task of the day, and then practices the Tiger King Fist on their own, until a set of Tiger King Fist is in the realm of flowing water. Of course, this is all free time, and of course the disciples with good conditions at home don't have to practice diligently, just stuff a few taels of silver into the deacon of the sect.

Ye Fei didn't plan to practice boxing tonight, and when he woke up, it was already late at night, and he didn't feel a trace of sleepiness anymore.

For a peripheral disciple who only has the triple realm of blood cultivation, the probability of being eliminated after the big exam is very high, he really doesn't want to be persuaded to go home?

Let's go to the square in front of the sect, and when I returned from completing the sect's mission in the afternoon, I heard Deacon Liu say that there were several disciples of the Blood Condensation Realm who were fighting on the high platform, and one disciple died on the spot, which was nothing in the Yuntian Sect's high platform competition, but after all, it was caused by poor martial arts.

Yuntianzong Square.

The night was extremely quiet, and the voices of several high-level demon beasts came from time to time on the mountain peaks in the distance, sounding eerie and terrifying.

The second quarter moon is almost out of sight, and the misty mountain peaks behind the sect are like ghosts.

Ye Fei practiced the Tiger King Fist on the high platform, although he used all his strength, he still didn't feel like Huo Huo was flowing like a cloud, so he simply sat on the seat next to him and carefully reviewed the boxing momentum.

Whoa!

Meteor shower.

Ye Fei looked up at the sky sharply, but saw a meteor shower with a long tail disappearing in the direction of the village in an instant.

Bang

The earth shook like an earthquake.

A burst of surprise passed over Ye Fei's chest, and the sound of his heart fluttering and jumping could be heard by himself, yes, it was a meteorite that fell.

Because he was familiar with the way, Ye Fei rushed towards the direction where the meteor shower fell.

Tens of thousands of disciples of the Cloud Heaven Sect, except for Ye Fei and the meteor shower on duty, none of the others knew everything that happened at night. According to the rules of the sect, anyone who gets the treasure of heaven and earth or the spirit pill of demon beasts can keep it for themselves, as long as it is conducive to improving their own cultivation, they can enjoy it themselves, even Guo Shengbao, the head of Yuntian Sect, is no exception.

The Yuntian Sect has absolutely strict management of the disciples, especially in the work and rest time of the disciples, there is no room for negotiation. If one day the rules are violated, it is impossible for the head of the clan to intercede with the law enforcer. Then use the method of handing over the silver taels to reduce the fault.

When the sect bell rings in the morning, it should be the time when the sect disciples gather to practice martial arts. The deacons of each sect stood on the high platform in advance and watched the disciples under them start to practice boxing.

However, at this time, Ye Fei had not rushed back, and the deacon of the sect had not carefully counted the number of people, so he probably knew it at a glance. For the disciples of the Yuntian Sect who have completed their tasks outside, the sect stipulates that they can not come back.

Thousands of acres of crops next to the village have been harvested, and at a glance they look bare, and even the boundaries of the plots can be seen at a glance, but they are too big.

Ye Fei had already turned up and down the plot and determined that there was a huge pit in the middle plot. When you walk during the day, there will be a three-meter-deep crater, which must have been smashed down by a meteor shower at night, but there is nothing in it.

The three-meter deep pit can also come up if you jump down, but you obviously saw a meteorite falling here, but Ye Fei didn't find anything.

In the middle of the pit, a black stone the size of a pigeon's egg was covered with soil, and Ye Fei carefully picked it up with his hands.

A cold chill entered Ye Fei's body, and Ye Fei felt cold all over. In this midsummer season, it is also a good enjoyment to have such a stone to escape the heat.

Ye Fei, where have you been, why didn't you participate in today's morning exercise?

Marven Nian, who had a meaty face, asked Ye Fei angrily, and by the way, he tried a punch on Ye Fei's body, and Ye Fei bared his teeth in pain. In Yuntian Sect, strength is everything, and if there is a fist, no matter how many reasons there are, it will be in vain.

Ye Fei also understands this, but his current strength, not to mention competing with Ma Wennian, is the entrance exam of peripheral disciples, and the probability of passing is very low.

Anyone can do Tiger King Boxing, if they don't make any progress, then I am afraid that the only one who will be persuaded to go home by the sect in the end will be himself. It's normal to be bullied a little at first, and if you don't grow up like this, you might as well go home and serve your parents.

No, I must become strong and can't let Ma Wennian bully me anymore. Ye Fei secretly swore an oath. For a fourteen-year-old child, the oath he has made is often a promise to himself, and in the world of martial arts, only if he has the strength can he have the right to speak.