The night passed.

In the early morning, the night has not yet receded, only a faint hint of brightness appears on the horizon.

The huge Chengjiazhuang is still shrouded in darkness, and the silence is incomparable.

Kela.

Cheng Yuan opened the door of the house, already dressed neatly, carrying the long knife he used for practice.

Along with the cold air of the early morning, a cold breath is also coming.

In this world, ordinary people can't get up early, unless they are strong men with strong bodies and strong blood.

After the sun shines on the earth and dispels the gloomy aura that accumulates during the night, people and animals can begin their day's life activities.

Of course, for the internal strength martial artists who have reached the limit of the human body and have the strength of a thousand catties, this bit of yin qi is not harmful.

Standing outside the house, Cheng Yuan took a deep breath, the qi and blood circulation in his body were mixed with the slightest internal strength, and the whole qi and blood seemed to be as strong as a furnace.

The slightest coldness felt by the body quickly melted away like snow meeting sun.

He turned around and carefully closed the door of the house to prevent the cold air from entering, and then walked all the way, and soon came to the martial arts training ground.

Laugh at!

Draw the knife, practice the knife.

The sword light is sometimes as sharp as a dragon, sometimes as fast as lightning, majestic, but subtle.

Cheng Yuan integrated the spirit of the whole person into the knife technique, and was engrossed, as if he wanted to smelt his will into one with the knife.

This is also to prepare for becoming a celestial being.

According to the old patriarch Chang Cheng, if an internal strength martial artist wants to transform into a celestial, there are four major levels, which are the physical limit, the peak of qi and blood, the spiritual will, and the spiritual movement.

The physical limit refers to the internal strength martial artist who reaches the limit of the human body, condenses the internal strength, and explodes to reach the power of a thousand catties.

The peak of qi and blood refers to the period of young adults with the most vigorous qi and blood and the strongest body of the martial artist.

Only those who have both can be qualified to impact the heavens.

The third level, spiritual will, refers to the spiritual will of a warrior who must be extremely strong and firm, so that he can unite essence, qi, and spirit and transform into a celestial being.

As for the fourth level, when the inspiration moved, it was an indescribable opportunity, and it became the biggest threshold for heaven and man.

Cheng Yuan has been cultivating hard in the past three months, just to maintain the peak of qi and blood and a strong spiritual will.

The more he practiced, the more Cheng Yuan realized the mysteries of the knife technique, and between the thunderbolts of the sword, he gradually progressed.

It can be seen that the effect of that drop of painful power last night has not completely disappeared.

The sky gradually brightened, and the canopy was already half bright white and half gray and blue.

Cheng Yuan, who was intoxicated with cultivation, suddenly had a strong mind, and his whole body's muscles, bones, strength, and spiritual will were strangely combined together, and he slashed out a knife.

Snort~!

The sword light passed through the air, and there seemed to be dazzling knife marks left in his eyes.

This knife slashed past, and a three-foot volley of qi was faintly swept out of the blade!

"This knife!"

Cheng Yuan was pleasantly surprised by the power of his sword, and suddenly, there was an exclamation at the entrance of the martial arts training ground.

"Good knife technique!"

This voice was quite rough, but it was very unfamiliar, not like the voice of any clansman in Chengjiazhuang.

Cheng Yuan looked back, but found a burly bearded man standing at the entrance of the martial arts training ground, looking at him with a smile.

The bearded man was dressed in a dusty cloth robe, and although he smiled, his face was rough and fierce, but it gave people a kind of oppressive force.

Cheng Yuan looked at him, and instinctively had an intuition that he was definitely not the enemy of this bearded and strong man.

"It's so strong! Could it be a martial arts master from Youhe County?"

Chengjiazhuang, and even a radius of hundreds of miles, are all within Youhe County.

Youhe County, but there are many powerful martial arts masters, and there are even rumored celestials.

Cheng Yuan was shocked in his heart, subconsciously bowed his hand, and asked, "May I ask who Your Excellency is?"

"You have lived in Zhuangzi for half your life, how can you talk like people in the county?" the bearded man laughed.

Suddenly, a white-haired old man with a healthy spirit walked up to the bearded man, with a kind demeanor and a smile in the corner of his eyes, looking at Cheng Yuan: "Ah Yuan! ”

Old patriarch?

Cheng Yuan was a little clear, this strong man, the old patriarch should be quite familiar, and even greeted the bearded strong man: "Uncle Huo!"

"Zhuangzi, this descendant, the talent is quite good...... the bearded man nodded casually, chatted with the old patriarch, and left.

"Uncle Huo, I've never seen it in Zhuangzi. Is it an acquaintance of the old patriarch?"

Although Cheng Yuan was a little confused, he didn't think much about it anymore and concentrated on practicing the knife again.

.......

The old patriarch said that ten days later, it was the day when Zhuangzi took people to Youhe County to participate in the trial of the Heavenly Imperial Division.

Therefore, Cheng Yuan did not dare to relax, and in addition to resting and eating every day, he devoted himself to cultivation.

Soon, three days passed.

On the morning of the fourth day.

Hundreds of men in Chengjiazhuang are all in the martial arts training ground at the moment, either lifting stone piers, or practicing wrestling, or practicing knives and guns.

"Phew!"

"Drink!"

The entire martial arts training ground was full of shouts and cheers.

Cheng Yuan was still practicing his sword skills in the martial arts training ground, and some men who were extremely tired and leaning on the side of the martial arts training ground couldn't help but praise while watching Cheng Yuan practice his sword.

"Ah Yuan's knife technique is getting more and more powerful. ”

"Just last month, I felt like I could still live with him in a few moves, and now I feel like I can't even fight a knife!"

The men of Chengjiazhuang are all perennial martial arts, and the sword and marksmanship are simple and powerful practical ways.

But they could feel that Cheng Yuan's sword technique was terrifying at this time.

Just when the martial arts training field was in full swing, suddenly, two young men rushed in, panicked and nervously said: "Oh no, Er Leizi was bitten by poison in the mountains, and he is in Zhuangkou, and now he is almost out of gas!"

"What?"

"Let's go, let's take a look!"

Many men hurriedly took their clothes and hurried to the entrance of the village, and someone pulled the two young men and asked, "What poison bites?"

"I don't know! It's strange to see the bite marks, the wound is blue. ”

Cheng Yuan also hurriedly rushed with a knife on his back.

Every internal strength martial artist has a very keen perception of the body's qi and blood circulation, and internal strength can suppress and force the penetration of some toxins.

The other internal warriors in the village, some of whom are in the hunting team, went up the mountain today. Some went to Youhe County and haven't come back yet.

There is only one internal martial artist left in the village, Cheng Yuan, and he is now the backbone of the clansmen.

By the time we arrived at Zhuangkou, hundreds of clansmen had gathered here.

"Ah Yuan is here, everyone let go!" a woman shouted, and everyone hurriedly made a way.

In the center of the crowd, there were already clansmen who brought quilts to cushion Cheng Erlei, and the young sister's sister Cheng Shuang choked with red eyes and stood aside.

Cheng Yuan quickly came to Cheng Erlei's side, only to see that his face was blue and black, his breath was almost gone, and there was a bloody bite mark on his arm.

"Good ice!" Reaching out to touch the tentacle of the young man's neck, Cheng Yuan's heart sank, at this temperature, he was almost a dead person!

"How's the heart?" Cheng Yuan immediately unbuttoned the young man's clothes, and gently pressed his hand on the heart, and his brows immediately furrowed.

Cheng Erlei's heart at this time was completely different from ordinary people, and it took a long time to beat.

Suddenly, at the heart of Cheng Erlei, an extremely cold aura rushed into Cheng Yuan's hand.

Cheng Erlei, who was almost a dead man, suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils were dark green and terrifying!

This glance, which seemed to come from the gaze of the Netherworld, directly made Cheng Yuan's back explode and feel threatened with death.

Call!

Before everyone had time to react, "Cheng Erlei" suddenly broke out.

His hand was like a sharp claw, grabbing Cheng Yuan head-on, like an afterimage, and the air was swept through the whistling sound.

Cheng Yuan held this claw with both hands like lightning, and the terrifying power surged, directly shaking him back more than ten steps, and his arm was numb and painful.

"This claw, at least more than two thousand catties of power!"

Cheng Yuan stared at "Cheng Erlei", only to see it standing in a stiff and weird posture, with a terrifying cold aura in its eyes, just like that mountain ghost.

"Get out of the way!" Cheng Yuan shouted loudly, warning the clansmen.

The people of Chengjiazhuang, who live on the edge of the mountain range all the year round, also subconsciously understood something, and immediately retreated, leaving a vacant land of more than ten zhang square.

"Surround him!

Many clansmen picked up knives, guns and weapons, and nervously surrounded the mutant "Cheng Erlei".

"Ah Yuan, be careful!" the third uncle Cheng Yongyuan's face was ugly and he reminded.

With his eyesight, he could naturally see how powerful and fast this monster was, far beyond what ordinary internal martial artists could contend with.

Almost all of them have the strength of mountain ghosts!

"Erlei ......" Cheng Yuan vaguely understood what was going on, and his face was unbearable, Cheng Erlei was usually quite familiar with him, and called him a cousin.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, a familiar clansman became an almost ghost-like existence.

Roar!

"Cheng Erlei" let out a roar that was not like a human voice, and rushed directly and quickly, grabbing his hands like sharp claws, tearing the air.

Cheng Yuan's heart was stunned, his eyes were cold, and he drew his knife to meet it, and the sword light was extremely fast.

An internal strength warrior, a mutant monster, suddenly launched an extremely fierce battle, and the speed was terrifying and fierce.

Even the top-level tiger and leopard beast is as weak as a cat or a puppy in the face of this strength and speed.

Bang!

Cheng Yuan used a practice long knife, which was not sharp, and after the transformation, Cheng Erlei's body became extremely hard, like dead wood.

The incomparably sharp more than ten knives in a row only cut an inch-deep scar on its body, and it did not have any effect on it at all.

Cheng Yuan's hands were numb!