Changxia City, an important town on the northern line of the ancient country.

It was nearly March, and there was still a cold wind like a spirit beast howling, angrily rolling snow, which made the huge Changxia ancient city add a bit of solemnity, and the snowflakes covered this side of the world, which was even more depressing.

As the first city on the northern route, Changxia is less than 100 miles away from the vast forest. Every ten years, there will be a monster riot in the boundless forest, and the terrifying existence of the ancient mountain has invaded Changxia like crazy, wanting to blast open this northern moat and destroy the ups and downs in one fell swoop, so there are three thousand iron-blooded spearmen stationed here, guarding the city together with the three major families of Changxia.

Changxia City has its own kind of goodness, neat attic dwellings occupy half of the city, and the ancient city is separated by the towering northern section of the Canghuan Mountains, Jifeng Jiancheng Mountain.

Jifeng is one of the five spiritual veins in the north of the floating and sinking, seven peaks and sixteen cliffs, although it belongs to the Canghuan Mountains, it is self-contained, and is occupied by the three major families of Changxia.

The wind is cold and the edelweiss is flying. At the foot of Jifeng Sword Castle, rows of jagged courtyards sit, and the wind howled through, making the humble houses crumbling, but struggling to support them in the wind and snow.

The desperate cry of the "second brother ......" came from a dilapidated courtyard, as if a ten-year-old child of whose family was crying sadly, and the heart was broken when he heard it.

"Old Zhang, please save my second brother!" A little girl in ragged clothes in the room kowtowed helplessly to the kind old man in front of her, and the tears on her face could not hide her grief.

The old man was dressed as a doctor, and when he saw the little girl doing this, he couldn't help but panic in his heart, shook his head bitterly, and then helped the little girl up, and said helplessly: "The girl mourns, the old man is really powerless. ”

"Mr. Zhang......" The little girl was even more grief-stricken when she heard this, as if she had been struck by lightning.

The little girl wanted to say something more, but the old man left quietly in the snow, leaving only a few silver coins on the dilapidated table in the room, not that he could not save it, but that he could not save it. The gray-clothed young man lying on the bed had long since lost his life, and his thin face still contained a trace of panic and unwillingness.

"The brothers and sisters of the Yan family are really hard, the second brother of Yan was still practicing boxing in the courtyard yesterday, although the qualifications are poor, but he is also very polite to others, I never thought that this morning I was punished by God, and was killed by a thunderbolt, eh, ......" The neighbor who knew about this matter sighed pitifully, and he was also a little unbearable, but now in this world, there are more people who are hard-working.

"Where is it worse, it is clearly rotten to the extreme, my kid and Yan Lao Er practiced martial arts at the same time, and opened six tricks in less than three years, but Yan Lao Er didn't know anything. ”

If you can open seven tricks before this year's martial arts test, Huzi is expected to be able to enter the outer door. The voice of envy of the neighbors suddenly rose, and the spectators outside the courtyard were talking nonsense.

The path of cultivating martial arts, qualifications are extremely important, if you can't pass the seven tricks before the age of sixteen, you will naturally have nothing to do with the Tao. The outer gate that everyone said is one of the three major families in Changxia, and the strength of the family is slightly inferior to Chen Qi, but there are also 60,000 disciples in his clan, and he has a profound background, he is an ordinary outer disciple, and he can also receive ten silver coins a month, and it is not difficult to feed a large family.

The wind and snow were very much, and the bleak and bleak crowd did not know when to leave, and each closed its door, but it was a little more clean.

In the dilapidated house, the little girl sat in front of the bed, the young heart was suddenly hit so hard, she was a little overwhelmed, although the second brother usually was fierce to himself, but the blood was thicker than water, the two depended on each other, and now they were alone, I don't know what to do.

Exhaustion and hunger were like a demon that snatched the heart, and when they found a loophole, they burrowed into the little girl's thoughts, causing her to fall into a deep sleep, forgetting for a moment the sorrow and the roaring wind and snow outside the door.

At the same time, the young man lying on the bed moved inadvertently, but his body was still cold, without any blood.

Yan Wuyi's consciousness seemed to be trapped in a chaotic and deep space, and the endless loneliness tore at his thoughts, from the panic and doubt he fell into it at the beginning, to the current dazed and indifferent, it seemed that thousands of years had passed.

Who would have thought that the unfortunate thing of being struck by lightning would be spread on his head, although Yan Wuyi's qualifications are indeed a little unsatisfactory, but he has never given up the way of martial arts cultivation for more than ten years, and he has never done anything that hurts the heavens and reason, so he died aggrieved, and anyone will have a sense of anger.

This is just a thunderbolt bombardment that will only occur when a warrior reaches an extremely high realm, and when it falls on himself, he doesn't even feel the slightest pain, and his consciousness is like being torn into an endless space by some inexplicable energy.

"Where the hell is this!" Yan Wuyi's consciousness sank in it, almost dissipating, not knowing where the end was, let alone finding the ethereal source.

"I can't die yet, my parents haven't been found, and my sister ......"

"Yan Wuyi, aren't you just here to prove it to them? You will never be a waste!"

A little bit of thought was derived from his consciousness, like the last straw to stop his consciousness from dissipating, Yan Wudao was unwilling, he didn't want to die yet!

Maybe it was this obsession, or maybe the chaotic space didn't kill him all.

A bronze door appeared out of thin air, the simple lines seemed to depict the truth between heaven and earth, and the faint cyan light passed through the copper door, like the warm morning sun spilling down.

The changes in the chaotic space did not stop at consciousness, the surface of Yan Wuyi's body like a cold corpse actually overflowed with the cyan light that contained vitality in the Dao, and it wrapped his body in an instant, as if a reborn transformation was brewing.

The mysterious green mangs erupted from his consciousness, filling every meridian and acupoint in Yan Wuyi's body at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even strangely merged with the blood marrow, repairing his torn body, and the feeling of coldness was also dispelled with the changes in his body.

In the space, Yan Wuyi hurriedly dispelled the shock of consciousness, although he didn't know what was behind the slowly opening bronze door, but he had a sense of urgency, if his consciousness dissipated, maybe he would never be able to go back.

He used the last trace of strength of his consciousness and walked towards the bronze gate, he didn't have time to care about the soft blue light lingering around his body, and he couldn't be distracted to pay attention to the strange fluctuations in space, there was only one thought, rush!

"Poof!"

At this time, there was a trembling muffled sound in the broken house, and the young man who was lying quietly on the bed suddenly woke up, as if he had escaped a catastrophe, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Yan Wuyi opened his gradually deceitful eyes and scanned everything familiar around him, and the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe made him tremble involuntarily.

"It's so refreshing to be alive!" Feeling the beating of his heart, Yan Wuyi gradually regained control of his body, and the soreness in his body never made him as happy as he is now.

Today's experience is like a dream. It's intimidating, but it's also very joyful.

"Ghost ......"

The words of cowering came into Yan Wuyi's ears, and he raised his hand with difficulty to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking towards the source of the sound.

At this time, the little girl was trembling with fright, huddled in the corner of the wall, and stared at Yan Wuyi vigilantly.