"Click-"

In the silence of the deep mountains and dense forests, I suddenly heard the sound of rotten wood breaking. A ghostly figure flashed out of the bushes, and immediately after this figure, a young man dressed in coarse linen jumped from a giant tree several meters high.

The Mai boy landed on his feet, but he didn't make much noise. The young man turned his head to look at the dense forest in front of him, casually pulled out the dark iron sword he was carrying behind his back, and suppressed his breath and walked towards the dense jungle in front of him.

Between the giant trees in the deep mountains, there is inevitably a little sunlight penetrating down the gap between the forests, as if he didn't pay attention to the road ahead, a beam of sunlight coldly shone on the long sword in the hand of the young man in Mai, and the sunlight refracted by the long sword flickered, and the young man in Mai narrowed his eyes, and his steps were inevitably a little disordered.

As if because the sunlight was dazzling and obscured his vision, the young man in Mai frowned slightly, and he wanted to retreat, but the young man's left foot had just retreated half a step, and a gray shadow suddenly appeared in the jungle in front of him, and the gray shadow swept at least a year in front of him in an instant.

As the gray shadow in the bushes pounced on the boy, the figure of the gray shadow was also exposed to the young man in Mai. I saw a gray leopard with a gray body and silver lines on his eyebrows in front of the young man in Mai opening his bloody mouth with a fishy smell, and pounced on the young man's head.

When the gray leopard came out of the forest, the footsteps of the Mai boy's retreat had already stopped, and seeing the gray leopard's domineering pounce, the young man's eyes couldn't help but bring a little solemnity.

Forest shrubs in the mountains, grass gray silver line. Moving mountain realm demon beast, silver leopard.

As the outermost overlord of the Mountain of No Return, the silver-threaded leopard is naturally not an ordinary beast that can be compared, and it has already been divided into one of the demon beasts by the cultivators of the world.

The gray-covered silver-threaded leopard roared at the Mai-clothed boy who was still in place, and the raised claws of the beast were immediately slapped in the air, and the young man holding the long sword couldn't help but lift the sword upward, and supported the sword body with his left hand, resisting the long-standing blow of the silver-threaded leopard.

The leopard's claws and the sword collided violently, bringing a cacophony of gold and stone slowly rubbing against each other in the forest.

Seeing that he couldn't hit it, the silver-threaded leopard roared again and then pressed the long sword under the leopard's claws, and jumped backwards with the help of his strength.

The Mai boy glanced at the mud under his feet that had been sunken by the force, and subconsciously shook his slightly numb right arm, and then looked at the silver-threaded leopard that was still hovering two or three meters in front of him.

As if he was a little angry because he couldn't hit it, the eyes of the silver-threaded leopard had become red for some time, and the leopard's claws cut out claw marks on the muddy ground in the forest, and at the moment when the Mai boy's pupils tightened, the silver-threaded leopard jumped up again.

The long sword in his hand met the claws of the beast wrapped in dirt, and the young man in Mai bent his legs slightly, so as to unload the huge power of the demon beast in the mountain realm in front of him. For a moment when the sword body and the beast claws were deadlocked, a deafening roar suddenly sounded in front of the young man in Mai, and the young man was slightly stunned, and at this moment, the mutation was suddenly born.

Because of the roar of a breath in his abdomen, the strength on the claws of the silver-threaded leopard beast couldn't help but weaken a little, but seeing the long sword gradually pressing towards him, the silver-threaded leopard had no intention of retreating.

Taking advantage of the moment when the young man in sackcloth was stunned, the powerful hind legs of the silver-threaded leopard kicked again on the mud, and forcibly stopped the decline on the leopard's claws.

At the same time, the center of the silver leopard's eyebrows suddenly flashed with a gray light, and the moment the Mai boy returned to his senses, a gray light had already shot out from the center of the silver leopard's eyebrows, stabbing straight at the forehead of the Mai boy.

The silver line leopard of the demon beast in the mountain realm, named after the silver line, is naturally not because the silver line in the center of its eyebrows is good-looking, but because the silver line in the center of the silver line leopard's eyebrows also hides the silver vertical eyes that have been closed all year round.

However, the silver-threaded leopard used its hidden silver glow with an unexpected roar, but between the lightning and flint, how could the silver-threaded leopard notice the subtle arc of the corners of the Mai boy's mouth when he was stunned.

The silver light came from between the eyebrows of the silver leopard, and in an instant, it was already close to the Mai boy.

But as if expected, from the moment the Mai boy kicked the back leg of the silver leopard, he took the left foot that had retreated half a step early as the fulcrum to make a beautiful sideways turn, and the long sword in his hand threw the silver leopard behind him with the culling of the silver leopard's claws.

Without waiting for the silver-threaded leopard to turn back, the Mai boy turned around again, and the long sword in his hand stabbed straight into the silver-threaded leopard's abdomen.

With a little bit of blood stained on the sword, the young man in sackcloth raised his sleeve and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

With the silver leopard falling to the ground, several figures jumped down from the ancient trees around the Mai boy and the silver leopard again, these figures were either carrying swords or carrying bows, but without exception, the momentum exuded by these figures was far stronger than that of the Mai boy.

"Yes, thoughtful, decisive, and even more aware of the habits of the silver-threaded leopard, Ji Hao, the old village chief really didn't bluff me, you kid really often come to this mountain of no return to practice. ”

Among the people in front of the Mai boy, the first strong man with a broad sword rubbed the boy's hair, and his praise for the Mai boy was undisguised in his big grinning voice.

"Uncle Ji Hu, the old village chief is bluffing you, I didn't come to the mountain before, but I needed some medicinal materials because my mother was sick, where is the experience. ”

Quietly moving his head out of Ji Hu's big hand, the Mai boy Ji Hao casually pulled out a piece of animal skin to wipe off the blood on the sword body, and even turned his head and rolled his eyes at Ji Hu.

"Ji Hao's mountain-moving realm cultivation is indeed good, but it's a pity that the advancement is slow, most of the rest of the juniors of the same age in the clan have already reclaimed the sea realm, and the grandsons of the five elders have advanced to the open pulse realm, compared to them, Ji Hao still needs to work hard. ”

Beside Ji Hu, another thin man with a bow on his back pretended to glance at Ji Hao unintentionally, and then turned to look at a white-haired old man in the center of the crowd who was closing his eyes and recuperating, and his eyes couldn't help but bring a little reverence.

"Ji Yu, the road of martial arts has always been quite variable, although Ji Hao's current realm is still low, but after a few years of training in this mountain of no return, he may not have the opportunity to catch up with my grandson. My children of the Ji family have always had Ling Yunzhi, Ji Hao, do you say yes?"

As if hearing the thin man's speech, the white-haired old man slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Ji Yu with a little appreciation, and then looked at Ji Hao fixedly, and a coercion belonging to the superior was not revealed.

"What the Fifth Elder said is that Ji Hao will definitely work hard. ”

Ji Hao, who had already carried the long sword, responded indifferently, but the right hand behind him was unnaturally clenched into a fist.

As a hermit living in seclusion in the mountains of no return, the Ji family has always been martial, and the family has more family rules that they will not be born and destroyed, and they will not go out of the mountains of no return.

On the way to cultivate martial arts, the first four realms of the body are moving mountains, reclamation, opening the pulse, and Shenfu, relying on the martial arts practice of the clan, the young children of the Ji family are naturally not slow, and there are nearly 100 disciples of the Ji family who are close to Ji Hao's age, but there are no one in ten who are still in the realm of moving mountains like Ji Hao.

The old and refined Fifth Elder Ji Feng naturally heard the suppressed resentment in Ji Hao's words, but after the white-haired old man casually glanced at Ji Hu, who had been standing in front of Ji Hao for some time, he began to close his eyes quietly and continue to recuperate.

Letting go of his right fist, Ji Hao wiped the blood stains on his palm with animal skin, and after nodding slightly to Ji Hu who was looking at him to indicate that he was okay, Ji Hao picked up the silver thread tiger he had just killed, and followed everyone with a depressed pace and continued to move towards the depths of the Mountain of No Return.

The Ji family is still martial, and it is especially preferential for the younger generation of disciples, but this preferential treatment has special requirements.

Moving mountains at the age of ten, reclamation of the sea at the age of fifteen, and opening of the veins at twenty are the basic requirements for the young disciples of the Ji family to enjoy the family resources wantonly.

As a disciple who has reached the age of fifteen but has not broken through the reclamation realm, the so-called martial arts waste wood in the clan like Ji Hao needs to follow the demon hunting team in the clan into the Mountain of No Return to kill the demon beasts for the family, and most of these demon beasts are refined into various pills by the elders of the clan to assist the cultivation of those genius disciples.

Tightening the hemp rope that carried the silver leopard, Ji Hao exhaled deeply, it has long been a well-known thing that the group of people led by the five elders of the Ji family looked at themselves unpleasantly, after all, his father relied on his outstanding talent back then, and suppressed all the disciples of the five elders' lineage with only one hand.

It's just that when Ji Hao was a child, Ji Hao's father suddenly left the Ji family and has not returned.

Fortunately, Ji Hao assumed the name of the genius of the Ji family after a few years, and entered the mountain realm at the age of six, and successfully moved the mountain realm at the age of eight, and the blood in the body was like a roar, just when everyone in the Ji family thought that Ji Hao was about to break through the reclamation realm before the age of ten and break the record in the clan, Ji Hao's cultivation suddenly began to stagnate.

From the age of eight to the age of fifteen, as the disciples of the same generation gradually surpassed Ji Hao, the name of the genius in the past became a joke.

With his father's departure and his mother's serious illness, Ji Hao, who has no elders to rely on, has undoubtedly become the best target of bullying by the juniors of the Ji family, and because Ji Hao's father was sharp back then, the young generation led by the five elders also looked at Ji Hao's mother and son unpleasantly.

After calming down the qi and blood surging in his body, Ji Hao couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Move the mountain, practice blood and forge the body, until the strength can move the mountain.

As the first realm of cultivation created by the ancient human race to imitate the desolate beasts, the mountain moving realm was originally a realm set up by the human race hoping to imitate the brutal flesh of the desolate beasts.

However, it is naturally impossible for human beings to move mountains with their physical strength like real wild beasts, so for the human race, the meaning of moving mountains is to polish their bodies and lay the foundation for their later cultivation.

Move mountains to refine blood until the qi and blood are combined, and then you can go straight to the reclamation.

I don't know how many times this sentence has been tasted over and over again in Ji Hao's heart, but what makes the young man depressed is that no matter how much he is angry, in the seven years that he has been ringing back and forth, his cultivation has not increased in the slightest.

Subconsciously punched the ancient tree beside him, a bunch of leaves fell, Ji Hao looked up, and saw a few people walking in front of him looking back at him, the young man smiled unprecedentedly, but said an inexplicable word.

"The trunk of this tree is crooked, and I will twist it. ”