"As fast as the wind, as fast as thunder!"

"It's going on and on!"

Cheng Yuan's body and mind were one, and the long knife in his hand seemed to have spirituality, and in the blink of an eye, a series of afterimages of sword light were split.

Snort!

The knife flashed.

Cheng Yuan had a lot of inspiration and skills in knife techniques in his mind, which were quickly integrated into knife techniques.

His sword skills were rapidly improving at a clearly visible speed.

Immersed in the improvement of the knife technique, half an hour passed in a flash.

In the martial arts training ground.

Scold!

As Cheng Yuan's figure moved, a cold sword light suddenly slashed out from an incredible angle, slashing through the air.

Seamless unity, human knife unity.

If there is a master here, you will be shocked to find that in just half an hour, the sword technique of this young man in front of him has faintly crossed from the master level of decades of hard training to the realm of the sword master!

"Thirteen Styles of Sharp Blades, from the third layer to the fifth layer?"

Cheng Yuan stopped practicing the knife, looked at the information in the system, and smiled.

According to Cheng Yongshan, the head of the old village, this set of "Thirteen Styles of Sharp Knife" knife method is rumored to be divided into five layers.

It's just that when the men of Chengjiazhuang practice knives, they generally don't distinguish between the first level of realm, as long as the knife is fast enough, ruthless enough, and enough to kill fierce beasts.

In today's Cheng Yuan's view, the men of Chengjiazhuang have been immersed in knife techniques for decades, and they generally hovered around the second and third levels.

"Okay, let's go back to eat first!" The sword technique has greatly improved, and Cheng Yuan is happy in his heart.

He strode out of the martial arts training ground and returned to the house of his third uncle, Cheng Yongyuan.

When this body was six years old, his father and mother disappeared during a trip up the mountain, and he seemed to faint excessively with sadness, and Cheng Yuan crossed over to him.

Since then, the third uncle Cheng Yongyuan has adopted Cheng Yuan and Cheng Yu.

"Ah Yuan, did you come back from the martial arts training ground so late?"

Passing by the gate of a courtyard, my cousin Li Yuan happened to be pouring water, and saw Cheng Yuan, who came back with a knife, and asked closely.

"Well, you can't be lazy lately. Cheng Yuan replied with a smile.

"Ah Yuan is the first day of our Chengjiazhuang in the past thirty years, this time we will definitely be able to pass the trial of the Heavenly Imperial Division and become a celestial!" Cheng Yonglei heard the conversation between Li Yuan and Cheng Yuan in the room, and the rough voice came out.

"Auntie, I'll go back first. Cheng Yuan smiled and turned to leave.

Night falls.

The night sky was pitch black, without a trace of starlight, as if plunged into eternal darkness.

The indescribable feeling of depression makes people breathless.

Outside Zhuangzi, in the distant direction, there is a strange howl like a ghost and a wolf, which comes with the wind, I don't know if it is a beast or a ghost......

Cheng Yuan strode forward.

With his physique that has reached the limit of the human body and is a martial artist, even in the ice and snow during the day in winter, his whole body is warm and warm.

But at this moment, Cheng Yuan still felt a chill in the night breeze that seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow.

This is the yin and dark aura contained in this world, the night.

Therefore, at night, all children and teenagers who are weak in qi and blood cannot step out of the house, and once the yin qi penetrates into the body, they will become seriously ill.

In the worst case, they will be killed.

Along the way, almost every household closed the door, and the few people who occasionally went out were all strong men in Chengjiazhuang.

It was cold and silent in the Zhuangzi, and even many domestic dogs did not dare to bark, as if they were afraid of attracting something in the night.

Soon, Cheng Yuan returned to the third uncle Cheng Yongyuan's house.

Hula.

Cheng Yuan opened the door of the house, and suddenly, the bright candlelight, warm heat, the aroma of the food, and the warm popularity greeted him, making the whole person relax.

Compared to the coldness and darkness outside, the inside is heaven.

Cheng Yuan turned around and closed the door, not letting the night breeze and cold air blow in.

"Brother!" The voice came, and the delicate girl came up and touched the clothes on Cheng Yuan's body.

"Brother, your clothes are wet, you came back so late, be careful of getting sick. Sister Cheng Yu looked at him with some complaints.

Cheng Yuanjia practiced the sword technique for an afternoon, especially the sword technique transformation in the last half hour, and practiced to his heart's content, which made the clothes on his body sweaty.

"Your brother is the first good man of my young generation in Chengjiazhuang, don't be afraid of these!" A rough man, sitting at the table, said with a smile, it was the third uncle Cheng Yongyuan.

When Cheng Yuan heard this, he couldn't help but smile.

The men of Chengjiazhuang have always been simple and rude.

After living in this world for more than ten years, he has become somewhat accustomed to this customs.

"Just you can!" The third aunt, Zhao Xiaohe, had already walked over with a stack of clean clothes, glared at Cheng Yongyuan when she heard this, and handed the clothes to Cheng Yuan.

"The meals were left hot in the stove, so I quickly changed my clothes and came out to eat. ”

Cheng Yuan smiled, went into his room, and changed into clean clothes.

When I came out, there was already hot food on the table.

A large stack of fluffy flatbread, a small pot of fragrant, hot wild boar, a plate of pickles, and a large bowl of broth.

These meals are enough for two or three adult men, and Cheng Yuan can eat them all in one meal.

For internal strength martial artists who have reached the limit of the human body, the physical consumption is very large.

The aroma came to his face, and Cheng Yuan hurriedly grabbed a flatbread, wrapped it in a piece of wild boar meat and a little pickle, and devoured it.

"Don't choke!" the third aunt Zhao Xiaohe looked at Cheng Yuan with a smile.

Cheng Yuan raised his head, still wrapped a large mouthful of bread in his mouth, and said a little vaguely: "This cake is soft, third aunt, you make it delicious." ”

In this terrible and strange world, it is a very happy thing to be able to care about your loved ones and hot meals.

Soon, Cheng Yuan ate most of the food, and finally barely filled up seven or eight points full, slowing down the pace of eating.

Seeing that Cheng Yuan was eating about the same, the third uncle Cheng Yongyuan also opened his mouth to chat with Cheng Yuan: "Ah Yuan, this time, you have to prepare well for the trial of the Heavenly Imperial Division." ”

"You are the first genius of my Chengjiazhuang in the past thirty years, and the whole Zhuangzi is looking forward to the fact that you can become the second celestial in Chengjiazhuang in the past thirty years!"

Cheng Yuan stuffed the cake into his mouth and nodded seriously.

In this world, there are only two ways to become an internal martial artist.

One is to be trapped at the limit of mortals forever, until a hundred years later, when the longevity is exhausted, he dies, or dies in the mouth of a ghost.

The other is to pass the assessment of the Heavenly Imperial Division, transform to the limit, and become the rumored celestial.

Celestials, like ghosts, are all levels of life that are absolutely above mortals.

Only the most powerful martial arts masters with martial arts and bodies at the peak can barely compete with the weakest ghost "mountain ghost".

And any new celestial can easily kill the "mountain ghost".

Inner strength martial arts and celestial beings, that is the absolute gap between the essence of life.

In this vast land of Qingzhou, every internal martial artist who has reached the limit of the human body is extremely eager to become a celestial being.

It's a pity that if a martial artist wants to become a celestial, the conditions are extremely harsh, and there is no one in a hundred.

"I didn't expect that even the system couldn't make me a celestial directly. Cheng Yuan sighed secretly.

He has successively invested four drops of pain power in the realm, all of which are strengthening the physical body.

In fact, the first three drops of painful power made Cheng Yuan's body barely reach the strength of a thousand catties and the limit of the human body.

And the fourth drop of painful power, except for making his body's qi and blood more abundant, and his internal strength stronger and complete, did not produce a fundamental change.

When he reaches the level of an internal martial artist, his perception of his body is extremely sensitive.

Cheng Yuan vaguely understood at that time that his body had reached the limit of mortals, and even the power of pain could not make him improve much.

If you want to become a celestial, you can only pass the trials of the Heavenly Imperial Division, like many internal martial artists in this world.

"Brother, don't push yourself too hard. Cheng Yu held his little face with both hands, and there was worry on his beautiful face: "In our Youhe County, so many internal martial artists go to participate in trials every year, and there are not many who can really become celestials." ”

Recently, Cheng Yuan has been practicing hard every day, Cheng Yu has seen it in her heart, and she is afraid that her brother will fight too hard.

Even if a martial artist with internal strength has internal strength to nourish his body, if he practices too much, the wear and tear on his body will still leave dark wounds.

"It's okay!" Cheng Yuan smiled dotingly and stretched out his hand to rub the top of her head, but his eyes inadvertently fell on the empty left sleeve of the third uncle.

The third uncle used to be an internal martial artist who had reached the limit of the human body, but unfortunately, he met a mountain ghost......

Cheng Yuan recalled, his eyes cold.

That battle was the first time he had encountered the ghosts of this world head-on!

That time, the Chengjiazhuang hunting team, which had a full seven internal strength warriors who had reached the limit of the human body, was forced to almost a desperate situation by a mountain ghost born in the mountains.

The power is endless! Come and go like the wind! Strange and impermanent! Terrifying!

If it weren't for the hunting team carrying a slashing knife, which could restrain the mountain ghosts, I was afraid that most of the twenty or thirty people in Chengjiazhuang's entire hunting team would die in the hands of that mountain ghost.

Even so, in the battle of encountering the mountain ghost, two Chengjiazhuang men who did not reach the internal strength of the martial artist were killed, and the third uncle was also torn off one of his left hands by the mountain ghost.

And the mountain ghosts who cornered dozens of Chengjiazhuang heroes are just the weakest ghosts in this world!

"If I don't become a celestial, how can I protect Xiaoyu, the third uncle and the third aunt, and the clansmen in this terrible world?"

After more than ten years of getting along, Cheng Yuan has already regarded Chengjiazhuang as his home, and his sister Cheng Yu, third uncle and third aunt are his closest relatives.

With the system in his body, how could Cheng Yuan be willing to stay at the bottom of the world all the time, without any strength to protect himself and his relatives?

"No matter what, I want to become a celestial who can compete with ghosts in the trial of the Heavenly Imperial Division!"

Cheng Yuan chewed the cake silently, his eyes firm.