This set of Demon Bull Powerful Fist is the pinnacle of the forging period of the Tianchan Temple of Zen Buddhism in the Western Regions.

It was also due to a coincidence that he entered the eyes of the Zen master of Jiuru to give this punch.

Lichen thanked Xu Yi for his kindness, and passed this fist down.

But Lichen never thought that Xu Yi relied on this set of Demon Bull Powerful Fists to practice to the peak of body forging, and it only took two years.

It took ten years to get rid of the dust!

Lichen's junior brother Beichen, who spent three years, is like this, and has been hailed as a genius of Tianzen Buddhism once in fifty years.

Lichen also knew that Beichen could make a breakthrough in three years, and Tianchan Temple had paid more than a set of Demon Bull Punches, and the consumption of various precious medicinal materials was also incalculable.

What does this peasant boy have in front of him? It's just that he relies on storytelling to earn some copper money, and at most he can use his monthly savings to exchange for some medicinal materials that are not in the limelight!

It's a miracle that we've come this far in two years!

"Tan Yue is a genius, unheard of in the dust, there was no teacher before, and the private Tan Yue Demon Bull punched strongly, and the dust was really uneasy in his heart. Seeing Tan Yue so talented today, even if my teacher Jiuru Zen Master knows, he should not blame him. ”

Lichen's face was full of relief, and his hands were folded.

Xu Yidao, "The disciple is dull by nature, the owner is only diligent, others practice once, the disciple can practice ten times and hundreds of times, and the disciple believes that diligence can make up for the clumsiness!"

"Diligence can make up for clumsiness! Wonderful words! You can say this, which shows the heart! Okay, the dust time is running out, please Tan Yue listen quietly. ”

Immediately, the dust spit out an old thing.

It turned out that when Lichen was thirty years old, he broke through the peak of his forging body and reached the Qi Sea Realm, so he was promoted to serve in the Tibetan Scripture Building of Tianchan Temple.

In the years that followed, the days of dust did not change much from before, except for the pursuit of martial arts, that is, cleaning the Tibetan scripture building, sorting out the classics, and fifteen years in a flash.

One day, the news of the Dust Thief Treasure Sutra escaping came out of the Hidden Scripture Building!

The top management of Tianchan Temple was furious, and a great manhunt began.

Lichen fled from the Western Regions to Middle-earth in one go, and then went to Guang'an, where he died in a battle!

This secret, Chen Yuan didn't intend to tell Xu Yi, but now that his ghost is about to disperse, he has a heavy trust in Xu Yi, so he will tell him about the cause and effect.

After all, the dust did not escape the great terror between life and death, and he became afraid, and the thief thought of it, so he stole the treasure scripture! Perhaps God wanted to punish the dust, but this treasure scripture could be mastered by an extraordinary husband. Finally, the dust is just a bamboo basket to draw water, and the mirror flowers and water are empty. Today, the dust will disappear, there is no memory, the only regret is that this treasure can not be returned to the Tianchan Temple, fortunately to meet Tan Yue. Lichen begged Tan Yue to return the treasure scripture to Tianchan Temple on behalf of Chen!"

As he spoke, he knelt down.

Xu Yi was a teacher, how could he receive such a great gift from the dust, so he turned around and said hurriedly, "But if you have a life, don't dare to disobey!"

At this moment, another fierce forest wind blew, brushed the ground, and actually ripped away the only remaining arm of the dust.

Xu Yi was also at a loss, but he heard the painful dust trembling voice and spit out a paragraph, the words fell, and suddenly, a gust of wind suddenly rose in the forest, and the shattered ghost was blown away.

Xu Yi was stunned for a long time, sadness came from it, staring at the Yin Locust Forest, the empty forest was lonely, the thin smoke was kind, and there was still a trace of dust.

He shouted wildly, and then wailed, the mournful voice frightened the cranes and tigers in the mountains and forests, and it was endless for a long time, and the east gradually turned white, and in the dense mountains, the birds came out of the forest, and the milk tigers roared in the valley, and a hundred voices entered the ears, but there was no more dust and divine thoughts.

Suddenly, Xu Yi knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and his mind was full of dusty voices and smiles.

I don't know when, a touch of morning light suddenly shot into the forest, Xu Yi finally put away his sorrow, split wood into a monument, waved the soil into the tomb, threw three residual incense sticks into the tomb, and reluctantly erected a tomb for the dust.

Half an hour later, Xu Yi's figure appeared at the foot of Huiyin Mountain, with a wild boar the size of a calf on his shoulder.

Stepping into the peak of forging the body, Xu Yi could feel the pleasure brought by the strength of the body more than before, which was a kind of refreshing feeling that everything was under control.

In the past, although he could also go into the mountains to hunt, he was by no means like now, breaking wood into arrows, rubbing earth into cannons, and wantonly flooding the ocean.

Looking up at the sky, the time has passed, the morning sun is getting higher, and on the lush terraced fields in the distance, countless peasants, or anti-hoe, or plow, or leading cattle, shuttle between the greenery.

The picturesque picture diluted the agitation in Xu Yi's heart a lot, and as he stared, a thick smoke rose from the northwest.

Looking around, Xu Yiyang threw the wild boar on his shoulder with his hand, and shot towards the smoke like lightning.

It turned out that where the smoke was billowing out, it was Xu Yi's low wooden house that had been passed down for two generations.

After a few steps, a terrible dog bark came!

"Oh no, it's rhubarb!"

Xu Yi's eyes were cracked, the qi and blood in his body were almost boiling, his legs danced into a windmill, a distance of more than ten miles, and he arrived in an instant, but unfortunately it was still late!

The wooden house had been burned to the ground, and there were no empty shelves left.

In the open ground in front of the door, there was a cross stake, and the limbs of the rhubarb were deeply pierced by sharp wooden wedges and nailed to the cross.

The skin was torn apart from the dog's head and peeled straight to the chest, revealing oozing red and white flesh.

The injury was so serious, Rhubarb didn't die, a pair of cloudy eyes hanging in the blood-stained red eye sockets, looking at Xu Yi, oozing bean-sized tears.

Xu Yi hugged the rhubarb, wailing silently, a thin face covered with green tendons, his eyes bulging outward, and his eyeballs were almost filled with qi and blood.

The big hand pressed on the peeled dog's head, and Rhubarb stopped screaming.

Memories of each scene are like a trickle of streams, welling up in my heart. When I was a child, I rode on the back of rhubarb and frolicked; there were many mosquitoes on summer nights, and it was rhubarb who didn't sleep all night, wagging his tail to drive away mosquitoes for himself; his parents died at the beginning, his poor family was defeated, he was gruel all day long, and his eyes were so hungry that he ran into the perineum mountain, stained with blood, and dragged back pheasants and fat rabbits for himself......

Although rhubarb is a beast, it is like a brother and a father!

Xu Yi's liver and intestines were broken, he took down the body of the rhubarb, and held it in his arms, blood and tears were like rain, and the huge grief drove him to run wildly.

In the verdant mountains and forests, it is as if a giant beast has broken into the wilderness, and everywhere it passes, the grass and trees are broken, like a huge plow.

One moment he ran up the mountain, the next he ran into the valley, and he didn't know where he was, and his mind was chaotic, and it became a blank.

I don't know how long it has been, Xu Yi is tired of running, howling tired, but his thoughts are gradually clear, digging the soil for a pit, burying the rhubarb, wiping away his tears, and going straight down the mountain.