Although the enemy who was ambushed at home was solved, in order to avoid trouble, after packing up some important things, the father and son of the Qin family left the house and moved to a bamboo house behind the mountain.

Here Qin Fei has more time to practice boxing without being disturbed.

As for Qin Chuan, he went to Lingzhou City that night, saying that he had something to do, and left a book for Qin Fei before leaving, telling him not to run around during this time, after all, the current danger has not been lifted.

Qin Fei agreed one by one, he didn't ask his father what he was doing in Lingzhou City, but he could vaguely guess that it was probably related to the exercises he lacked now.

He picked up the book Qin Chuan left before leaving.

Heavenly Thunder Six Style.

The book is very thin, only a few pages in total, and these four words are written on the cover.

When he saw these four words, Qin Fei didn't feel anything, but he immediately turned the first page of the book, and the annotations inside immediately made his eyes widen.

"The Six Styles of Heavenly Thunder, a high-grade intermediate martial art, was created by a martial arts myth who practiced thunder attribute exercises hundreds of years ago, and when practiced to the fullest, he could use the power of thunder to kill the enemy, with infinite power and invincible. ”

In just a few words, it contained a strong sense of domineering, and Qin Fei couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

Created by martial arts mythology!

In Lingzhou City, there is only one kind of person who can be called a martial arts myth.

That is the super powerhouse who has cultivated to reach the Heavenly Heart Realm! Now in the entire Lingzhou City, there is only one person who has reached this level.

The city lord of Lingzhou City, Mo Tianxiong!

"What that person cultivated before was just a low-grade and low-level martial art, Yan Bang Fist, it was so powerful, if I can successfully cultivate this Heavenly Thunder Six Style, how powerful will it be?"

Qin Fei smiled, immediately went outside the house to find an open space, and began to practice according to the illustrations in the book.

Generally speaking, martial arts need to be supported by exercises to be able to perform, but if you just practice moves, there is no such restriction.

Qin Fei has been practicing fist and foot kung fu since he was a child, and he has a deep insight into the moves, and the first form of this Tianlei Six Style is just similar to a boxing technique he has learned before, so it is very easy to practice.

But after practicing in the open space for a long time, Qin Fei felt that it didn't seem to be like that.

This move is called 'Thunder Saving Hand', as long as the strength reaches the fifth level of the refining realm, you can cultivate, the book says that this trick is accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder when practiced, and it can illuminate the dark night as if it were day, but he practiced according to the above graphics for nearly an hour, but he didn't notice this feeling at all.

"Could it be that I made a mistake?"

Qin Fei frowned, now that Qin Chuan was not there, even if he had doubts in his heart, no one could answer them for him.

After pondering for a moment, Qin Fei suddenly shook his head and smiled, he almost forgot that this was a real martial art, and the grade was so high, if it was really as easy to practice as an ordinary boxing technique, then something was wrong.

As soon as he thought of this, Qin Fei put aside all distractions and devoted himself to the practice.

This practice lasted from midnight to the next morning.

"Drink!hah!"

In the clearing wet by the morning mist, the sound of Qin Fei's moves kept ringing.

He kept attacking according to the moves depicted on the map, his body was soaked with sweat, and his hands and feet were sore, but he still didn't stop to take a breath, but gritted his teeth and continued to practice.

Since childhood, he has a perseverance that is far superior to ordinary people.

Finally, when it was close to noon the next day, Qin Fei suddenly shouted, then clenched his fists and punched out.

"Boom. ”

A silvery-white arc of lightning blasted out along the trajectory of his punch, hitting a large tree a few meters away.

"Hahaha!"

Qin Fei couldn't help but laugh.

Although the light was not lethal, not even a single leaf could be shaken off, it still made his heart flutter.

My night's hard work was not in vain!

As for why this punch is not powerful, it is conceivable that it must be because he has not yet cultivated the exercises.

When you have cultivated the appropriate martial arts techniques, you will be able to truly bring out the power of this 'thunder hand'!

Qin Fei was not complacent, and after resting for a while, he continued to practice this trick 'Thunder Puller'.

But in the next few hours of practice, the silver electric light that excited him never appeared again.

This made Qin Fei a little annoyed.

However, he quickly adjusted his mind and decided to go back to the house to rest for half an hour.

In the mountains at night, it is not calm.

Qin Fei lay on the board bed of the bamboo house, quietly listening to the sounds of nature coming from the woods behind him.

As a hunter, he had long been accustomed to this kind of life of sleeping in the barren mountains overnight, and now that he was tired for a whole day, as soon as he lay down, he fell asleep unconsciously.

But he was soon awakened again.

"Who's at the door?!"

Qin Feiho sat up from the bed, looked solemnly at the door, and his intuition told him that there was something outside.

But after a few breaths, there was no response from outside.

Qin Fei frowned and got out of bed silently, picked up the scorn knife on the ground, and slowly approached the door.

Then, he slammed the door open, raised his knife and slashed.

He originally thought that there should be a beast outside the door, or someone from the Wanyue Sword Sect who had found him.

Because it was impossible for his father to come back so quickly when he went to Lingzhou City, and in this barren mountain, it was night, and if there was something close to his residence, then nine times out of ten it was not a good kind.

But after his knife was slashed out, it froze in the air.

Because the person who approached the bamboo house was neither a beast, it seemed that it was not a member of the Wanyue Sword Sect.

This is an old man, about sixty years old, wearing a green shirt, holding a bamboo cane in his left hand, looking weak, as if the wind can blow down.

"Good boy, young age, murderous is quite heavy. ”

Staring at the contemptuous knife that was only a finger's distance from his eyebrow bone, the old man was not afraid at all, but stroked his beard and laughed.

Of course, Qin Fei wouldn't hurt him, but in this situation, he naturally didn't have a good face, and couldn't help but complain: "Uncle, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?

When the old man heard this, the smile on his face was even worse: "Don't be nervous, young man, I just happened to pass by here, and when I saw the lights on in the house, I approached and took a look, and I didn't want to be regarded as a thief by you." ”

As soon as he said this, Qin Fei suddenly became a little embarrassed.

Without waiting for him to speak, the old man changed his words again, and suddenly said, "Young man, can you invite me into the house to sit down?"

As soon as Qin Fei heard this, the concerns that he had just dispelled immediately rose up again.

In the wilderness, this old man is not a beggar, and he is about to enter his house with a mouth, which makes him have to be more attentive.