At the foot of Genting Mountain, in a small village, in a side room in the courtyard of the house, a baby boy fell to the ground under the shroud of five-colored light, "wow", but the strange thing is that this five-colored flower could not enter the body of the baby boy, and could only hover on the baby's head for a long time, before slowly dissipating between heaven and earth.

"Dad, what's going on?" a beautiful woman lay on the big wooden bed, her chest was constantly heaving, her body was covered with sweat, and even the quilt under her body was wet, and her face looked very pale at this time, but her pupils revealed a look of surprise.

A strong man with a Chinese face of more than one meter and eight meters stood on the side of the bed, hunched over, holding the baby boy in both hands, his lips slightly opened and closed, his eyes looked a little stupid, and after a long time, he slowly spit out: "I don't know." ”

"Isn't that a bad thing?" Hearing the uncertain words, the beautiful woman suddenly looked a little nervous, and looked at the baby boy in the strong man's hand with some concern.

"Sister Yun, don't move, watch your body. After a period of comfort from the strong man, the beautiful woman lay down again, but the worry in her eyes was not less.

"Sister Yun, don't worry too much, I'll go find my father. ”

After another period of reassurance, the strong man went out with the baby boy in his arms.

Outside the door, an old man with white flowers frowned slightly, his hands behind his back, and his footsteps were pacing around a little hurriedly.

"How's it going?'s is it male or female?" said the old man's voice with a bit of a trill, as if the person who spoke was not in a calm mood.

"It's a man. Seeing the old man's hurried appearance, the strong man was slightly surprised, and he sank his mind before he spoke.

"Whew... Thankfully, it's a baby boy. When the old man heard that it was a baby boy, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart was completely put down, and the old man's face was also plated with a layer of red light.

"It's just—" The strong man looked a little hesitant.

"Just what?" the old man frowned, and suddenly became nervous again.

"Father, did you see that light just now?"

"Exactly, I was about to ask you, what's going on?"

"When this boy came out, he came out with a strange flower, five petals, five colors. The strong man stared at the baby in his hand, his eyes blank.

"How is this going on? How can there be a vision, the five-colored flower, what does this mean?" the old man gestured slightly, took the baby boy from the strong man's hand, stared at it in a daze, the corners of his forehead and eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, but he couldn't see anything.

"Wow whoa!" the baby boy opened his mouth and cried vigorously, waking the old man from his deep thought.

Three years later, the old man checked Yu Xiaojie's physique, his hands slapped for a while, and his wrinkled face slowly relaxed, and finally, the old man put his hand on Yu Xiaojie's meridians, and after a while, his face was full of astonishment, and the more he put his face, the darker his face became.

"It's weird... Without roots and pins, there is no meridian and dantian physique, so how can you practice?" The old man's eyes were full of confusion, and his expression was extremely lonely.

This child gave him too much surprise, born with a vision, since he was a child, he was surrounded by spiritual mist, and his physique was different from ordinary people, but at this time, he had the illusion of a thunderbolt on a sunny day, as if a peerless strong man had been deprived of his spiritual power and degenerated into an ordinary person.

If you want to practice and become a strong person in this world, the first thing you must go through is to forge the scriptures and guide the spiritual power of the outside world to nourish and strengthen the meridians.

Chong vein, the meridian toughness to a certain extent, you can directly introduce spiritual power into the meridians, impact the blocked meridians, to the level of the chong vein, the meridians in the body can already store spiritual power, and only when it reaches the chong stage can it be called a spirit.

The last step is to gather the Dan, the meridians of the whole body are opened, and the spiritual power can be introduced into the Gathering Dantian, and the circulation of spiritual power in the body can be completed.

This is a world where the strong are respected, if there is no meridian dantian in the body, you can't practice spiritual power, and if you don't have force, then what foothold do you have?

"Grandpa, what are you talking about, what's going on?" Seeing that the old man didn't speak for a long time, Yu Xiaojie's childish little face looked a little anxious, shaking the old man's arm, a pair of deep dark starry eyes flashed, and his pupils were full of anticipation.

"Child, you may not be able to cultivate spiritual power..."The old man's body trembled a little, and he exhaled a long breath, looking a little lonely, his cloudy eyes were faintly red, and his tone was extremely desolate and sad.

"Doesn't God really refuse to give me a chance?" the old man raised his head slightly, looking up at the sky, not letting the boy see the tears in his eyes, but he sighed in his heart.

The old man Yu Huarong is a child of the Yu family in a big city in Huaxia Kingdom, and for some reasons, he was expelled from the family, and the only wish of the old man in the world is to return to his family one day.

"Why?!Grandpa, why can't I cultivate, don't you often say that I must be the most suitable for cultivating spiritual power?" Yu Xiaojie was a little apprehensive, pulled Yu Huarong's sleeve, and kept asking.

"Child, you can't practice without meridian dantian, and you don't have it in your body. ”

This news directly announced Yu Xiaojie's fate, if he can't cultivate spiritual power, he can only be a weak person, although Yu Xiaojie is weak, but looking at the old man's expression at this time, he seems to understand something, his star eyes gradually dimmed, and he shook his nose a little unhappily.

"As my boy in the Yu family, have you forgotten what the first criterion is?!You must have an absolutely firm heart, and the man will never cry!" Looking at Yu Xiaojie's dejected appearance of bowing his head and crying, the old man put down his heart ruthlessly, put away all his emotions, looked upright, looked pale, and rebuked a little loudly.

"Cultivating spiritual power in this world may not be the only way out, if you want to become a strong person, you must explore by yourself and find a path that suits you!" In order not to let Yu Xiaojie fall silent, the old man told the first lie in his life, because there has never been a rumor in this world that anyone would have no meridian dantian.

"Then how do I become stronger?" Yu Xiaojie raised his head to look at Yu Huarong with red eyes, and there was a little hope in his eyes.

"For example, forging the body, long-term cultivation of the physical body, may also be a way out. The old man told his second lie, there is no one in this world who has too fragile meridians to carry out the pulse, but the forging body can never have the power of the strong man, that is, it is impossible to become a strong person.

"Child, you must always understand that the strong man lies in sticking to his own path!"

"Persistence, a determination that will always be firm and never waver. Yu Xiaojie lowered his head, silently thinking in his heart, his little face was full of seriousness, the whole person looked new, and the light of faith burned in his heart.

Time is the sand between your fingers, if you don't pay attention, it will flow away, ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, Yu Xiaojie is already thirteen years old, when he was four years old, his mother added a younger brother to him, this younger brother did not disappoint his grandfather again, it is an excellent cultivation physique, the smile returned to the old man's face, the old man estimated the tenacity of his meridians, at the age of six, he could begin to attract spiritual power into the body, enter the pulse link, and embark on the real path of cultivation.

Thirteen-year-old Yu Xiaojie, his little face was full of tenacity, his eyes were full of firm light, his whole body was bronzed, and he was more than seven meters tall.

"Eighty, eighty-one.... One hundred and thirteen... Two hundred..."The children next to him were helping him count the times, the strong king Yu Xiaojie, the whole village knew that although he couldn't cultivate spiritual power, he didn't know what was going on, relying on forging his body, he had the endurance and brute strength that surpassed the average pulse spirit.

"One thousand one hundred and twenty .... One thousand two..."

"Wow wow... Brother Xiaojie is getting stronger again, and now he can lift a hundred catties of stone grinding 1,200 times, and I can't do it a hundred times yet. The children's excited little faces were flushed, clapping their hands, and surrounded Yu Xiaojie, their young eyes flashing with adoration.

"Hmph! On the side, a boy who seemed to be fourteen or fifteen years old said sarcastically, seemingly disdainful of Xiaojie's actions.

"A waste who can't cultivate spiritual power, what is there to worship, as long as you can cultivate spiritual power, you will surpass him in the future. ”

Hearing this, a trace of coldness flashed through Yu Xiaojie's pupils, put down the stone mill in his hand, wiped the sweat on his forehead, turned his head to look at the young man, the divine light shone in his starry eyes, and he walked towards the young man with a step.

"What do you want to do? You're still not convinced? The young man looked at Yu Xiaojie, who was constantly approaching, his expression was still so proud, and his tone was full of disdain.

"What did you just say?" Yu Xiaojie stood in front of him, his expression was flat, he couldn't see the ups and downs, and asked in a deep voice.

"Am I so hard that I made a mistake? A person who can't cultivate spiritual power, isn't this a waste?" the young man still said, not afraid of Yu Xiaojie in front of him, but there was a little jealousy in his tone.

Originally, among the people of the same age in the village, he should be the most eye-catching, but there was a monster Yu Xiaojie, who was born with divine power since he was a child, and his endurance was better than that of a bison.

"Waste?" Yu Xiaojie stared, stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet, his body swept up, and his fist slammed into the young man's face.

"Bang!"

The young man stretched out his hands in a panic, and even blocked Yu Xiaojie's punch, but he was knocked back several steps, his palms were red, his hands were also a little numb, his expression was not as natural as before, and his voice was a little sharp: "You waste dare to do something with me!"

Faintly, the young man seemed to gather a little momentum, his face was a little hideous, and he rushed towards Yu Xiaojie like a beast.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The young man transported a little spiritual power in his body and raised his momentum, but Yu Xiaojie was not afraid at all, he swung his fist up, and punched him a few times, and a muffled sound sounded, and the two of them retreated, and their arms were a little shaky.

"This waste is getting worse and worse, now that I am a first-level spirit, his brute strength is not inferior to mine, what a freak..."The young man twitched the corners of his mouth unnaturally, and looked at Yu Xiaojie with a somewhat strange gaze.

"Hmph!" Yu Xiaojie shook his arm lightly and rushed towards the young man.

"Bang bang!" After a few more punches, the young man's face suddenly turned a little pale, he was just a first-level spirit man, how could the little spiritual power in the meridians in his body withstand Yu Xiaojie's endurance that could be compared to a bison, after a wild bombardment, he finally exhausted his strength, gave Yu Xiaojie a punch in the chest, and flew out.

"Who told you that I was a waste?" Yu Xiaojie walked in with a deceptive step, his eyes were full of coldness, he looked at the young man condescendingly, and asked coldly.

"My fathers have said that if you can't cultivate spiritual power, you can't become a real powerhouse at all, even if you have brute force now, what's the use, in the face of an attack with spiritual power, you can't stop it at all. The young man clutched his aching chest, his face was a little panicked, but he still shouted in his mouth.

"Hmph!" Yu Xiaojie lifted him up, threw him out again, and said in a deep voice: "Cultivating spiritual power is by no means the only way out, I can find a second way!"

"I will definitely become a real powerhouse!" a sonorous voice sounded.

Yu Xiaojie grabbed a stone mill next to him with one hand at will, and smashed it violently, the stone mill suddenly sank into the ground, and turned his head abruptly, leaving a strong back for the teenagers in the martial arts field.

"He's always been so strong, no one can bully him!"

"Yes, my father said that his brute strength is already even better than that of a first-level pulse spirit, and he can be twisted and twisted with a hundred-pound stone grinder, which is really terrifying. After Yu Xiaojie left, the teenagers on the field talked a lot.