Click!

Ye Feng stretched out his hand and rubbed his face, and suddenly, a broken bone returned to its original position.

The pain, like a knife cutting through flesh.

However, Ye Feng's face did not change in the slightest, as if it was a trivial matter.

"At the first order of the Destruction Realm, the strength can barely adjust accordingly to the inside of the muscles. However, the recovery of the right hand is getting slower and slower!"

Ye Feng's eyes showed a hint of worry.

For four months, from the injury to now, he has been putting his mind on his right hand with all his might, trying to restore it to its best condition and then make a major repair to the rest of his body.

But after four months, the speed of recovery of the right hand has become slower and slower, and now that it has reached the first level of the Destruction Realm, the speed of recovery has completely stagnated, and it is difficult to move an inch.

The attack of the powerhouse of the Merge Dao Realm was so terrifying that a strange aura appeared inside Ye Feng's body, entwining endlessly, preventing his injuries from completely healing.

Originally, with Ye Feng's physical self-healing ability, even if he didn't do anything, his body would automatically repair the injury according to his instinctive memory, but after such a long time, Ye Feng couldn't even return to his original state with one right hand, and the reason for this was because of that strange aura.

"This is the Dao Qi of the Merge Dao Realm! It's really damn it, without the strength of the Merge Dao Realm, how can we eliminate this aura?"

A hideous aura floated on Ye Feng's face, and with a sudden press of his right hand, there was another crisp snap sound from the bones on his body.

"Ahh

A baby-faced young man was so frightened by the fierce aura in Ye Feng's eyes that he sat on the ground and trembled.

"Little guy, you've been staring at me for more than half a month, haven't you gotten used to it?

Ye Feng suppressed the irritability in his heart and looked at the baby-faced young man with a smile.

The name of this young man is Feng Sisha. He was originally the fourth brother, the eldest brother was called Feng Dasha, the second brother Feng Ersha, and the third brother Feng Sansha, so he was called Feng Sisha.

However, the fate of Feng Sisha's family is obviously not very good, his parents died because of a beast tide when he was four or five years old, and the three elder brothers raised him together, but the eldest brother and the third brother died in the wolf pack in the gray wolf valley four years ago, and the remaining second brother died in the mouth of the demon beast because of an accident this year.

Therefore, today's wind and sand, in the bitter mother village, is a complete orphan. However, he is now seventeen years old, and he has no small ability to support himself on his own, and there are no major problems.

"I'm afraid...... I'm afraid ......"

Feng Sisha looked at Ye Feng with awe on his face, and stammered, not at all so eloquent in the face of other people in the village.

"You...... You're a good guy!"

Feng Sisha was obviously taken aback by his answer, scratched his face and cheeks, and added another sentence after a while.

Ye Feng smiled dumbly, obviously amused by him.

"Well, I'm optimistic about you for your good man's evaluation. You say, what do you want to do when you approach me? If I'm satisfied, maybe I'll grant you your wish!"

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Feng Sisha's face showed an expression of ecstasy. He blinked, suddenly knelt in front of Ye Feng with a thud, and kowtowed his head with a bang. The floor was a hard stone floor, and in the blink of an eye, there were red marks.

"Master, please teach me...... Teach me to cultivate, and I want to become as powerful as you. ”

After knocking his head nine times, Feng Sisha raised his head, but the flesh and blood on his forehead were already blurred. He smirked, ignoring the fact that the blood had smeared his eyes, just laughing vigorously.

"Aren't you learning from Tan Zong? With your age, with the current strength, it's already very good, he teaches well......

Ye Feng looked at the wind and sand, his expression was fixed for a long time, and then he asked softly.

"However, Uncle Zong is not as strong as your master!"

The fear in Feng Sisha's heart gradually subsided, and his voice began to become fluent.

"How do you know he's not as strong as me?"

"Uncle Zong is in front of you, just like a mouse sees a cat, you can know it at a glance!"

Looking at the uneasy light that flickered in Feng Sisha's blood-stained eyes, Ye Feng was silent. Although he said that he could satisfy the wishes of the wind and sand, he really didn't have any mood for this kind of thing now.

"Why do you want to cultivate?"

"Because...... Because I want to be strong!"

Ye Feng quietly looked at Feng Sisha, looked at his face stained red with blood, and looked at his flickering, full of anticipation and apprehension, Ye Feng's face slowly became serious.

Get stronger!

What a simple and simple wish!

Ye Feng looked at the wind and sand, as if he saw his tireless pursuit of strength in his previous life, the same pure, the same full of expectations.

"It's not so easy to be my apprentice. ”

Ye Feng said lightly, and suddenly took a black wooden stick beside him. He snapped his fingers, and with a crisp snap, the wooden stick was instantly broken off by him more than three inches long.

He threw the block of wood in front of the wind.

"My crutch is not easy to use, it is a little too fragile. If you can find something harder than this wood to use as a crutch for me, then I will take you as an apprentice. ”

Feng Sisha was overjoyed when he heard this, grabbed the wood, and rushed out in a hurry, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Hey, you dumbfounded, it's not so easy to find wood that is harder than the iron plough hardwood. Even if you find it, you won't be able to cut it down, let alone bring it back!"

Ye Feng's expression was very complicated, and he seemed to be full of emotion.

This iron plough hardwood was the wood he found in the mountains dozens of miles away, and at that time, with the strength of his ninth order of life and death realm, it still took half an hour to break the tree, and finally turned it into the wooden stick he was now.

With the strength of the wind and sand, not to mention something harder than the iron plow hardwood, even if it is an iron plow hardwood, he can't cut it, so naturally he can't bring it back.

Ye Feng set such difficult conditions for Feng Sisha, which can be regarded as a kind of euphemistic refusal, as long as Feng Sisha finds that he can't do it, he will naturally give up.

He is still in a state of disability, and he doesn't have enough time to repair his body, so where is the time to teach his disciples?

But on the other hand, Ye Feng did not have a little expectation in his heart. If such a difficult condition can be completed by the wind and sand, then this apprentice, he can't really accept it.

This kind of miracle can only be achieved if the real fate is reached.

"Sisha, what are you doing? Why is there so much blood on your head?"

Tan Zong, who was still teaching people to cultivate in the village, suddenly changed his face, and grabbed Feng Sisha who ran past from the side of the road, with an angry expression on his face.

At the beginning, Feng Sisha's second brother Feng Ersha entrusted Feng Sisha to Tan Zong with his own hands before he died, for him, Feng Sisha is like his own son, where can he see Feng Sisha abuse his body so badly?

"Uncle Zong, tell me, where is there wood that is harder than this wood?"

Feng Sisha let Tan Zong clean up the blood stains on his face, and while pinching the piece of black wood in his hand, his face showed an expression of embarrassment.

Feng Sisha had tried several times to break the wood, but even with all his strength, the wood was still solid and did not move in the slightest.

"This is an iron plough hardwood, and if you want to find a harder wood than it, you have to use iron ploughwood. ”

"Great, Uncle Zong, do you know where there is an iron plow?"

"What are you looking for it? There's one in the Black Wind Gorge deep in the West Mountain. ”

Tan Zong's face changed suddenly, he stopped, looked at Feng Sisha with a stern expression, and said solemnly: "What do you want to do with the iron plow? Also, the wound on your forehead, what is going on?"

Feng Sisha got the news, was in a good mood, and told Tan Zong about his apprenticeship with a smile. His eyes were full of longing and yearning, as if as long as he worshipped Ye Feng as a master, he could become a real powerhouse.

Tan Zong was dumbfounded.

He is not Ye Feng, he knows why Feng Sisha wants to become stronger.

No matter who it is, if their relatives die at the hands of demon beasts again and again, they will definitely leave an incomparably deep shadow in their hearts, and Feng Sisha is no exception.

Occasionally, I dreamed back in the middle of the night, and I woke up from a nightmare, sweating profusely, and the fear in my eyes was extremely rich.

He has a very serious sense of instability, not because of the hatred of demon beasts or anything, but it is purely a fear, a sense of fear for his own safety since he was a child.

This sense of fear drives Feng Sisha to work hard to improve his strength, since Tan Zong came to Kumu Village, Feng Sisha is even more like a fish in water, and his strength has improved faster and faster, and now, his strength is already at the level of the ninth order of the Mortal Realm, and he will soon be able to enter the Danju Realm.

But even so, Feng Sisha still couldn't feel at ease.

The appearance of Ye Feng, Tan Zong's mouse behaved like a cat, which made Feng Sisha set his eyes on Ye Feng, which led to today's apprenticeship.

"Sisha, even if you know where the iron ploughwood is, you can't get it back, give up, the iron plough wood is not something you can shake at all. ”

It is precisely because of the idea of understanding the wind and sand that Tan Zong's expression is so sad.

The condition given by Ye Feng was clearly that he didn't want to accept Feng Sisha's apprentice.

"Uncle Zong, I've kowtowed, this master, I'm sure! Besides, if you don't try, how do you know it's impossible?"

Feng Sisha's eyes flickered, looking at Tan Zong, his eyes were full of determination.

"Uncle Zong, are you the demon wolves that the master killed? The master avenged my eldest brother and second brother, and it is because of this that I want the master to be my master, I believe in myself, and I will definitely succeed." This is the master's test for me!"

Tan Zong's dissuasion was ineffective, and Feng Sisha took several sharpened machetes and headed all the way towards the West Mountain.

(End of chapter)