Time flies, and in an instant, more than a month has passed since Feng Rebellion came to this world.

In the early morning, the cold air is curling.

In the Feng family's mansion, in the floating courtyard, a thin figure wandered like a dragon, coiling like a fly.

"The wild cow is out of the mountain!"

With a punch, Feng Wei imagined that he had turned into a wild bull on a barren mountain, and in the early morning, he rushed down from the mountain.

"Bang~"

The robe oscillated, and a punch hit the air, making a thumping sound, as if hitting the real thing, which is a phenomenon that can only be achieved when the boxing method is practiced to a certain level.

Since the last time he got the personal guidance of his father Feng Lie in boxing, Feng Lie has benefited greatly, the same move, Feng Lie used again, but there is a completely different feeling, the two arms are flexible like the same spirit snake, the trajectory is flexible, and it is extremely difficult to defend.

In the past month, Feng Wei has not only improved his boxing skills a lot, but his own martial arts realm has been upgraded by two levels, from the previous third layer of the forging body to the current fifth layer of the forging body. However, the reason why there has been such a big progress, in addition to the fact that Feng Rebellion's comprehension is high, the main reason is that the foundation of this body is solid. Now, after being promoted to the fifth layer of the forging body, the previous accumulation has basically been exhausted, and if you want to continue to improve, you can only rely on your own efforts and chances.

"Bull Horn!"

Feng Wei stepped forward, and at the same time played the second type of the Wild Bull Fist Method, and a set of Wild Bull Fist Technique was cast under his hand, like flowing clouds and water, which was extremely smooth. The second punch was struck, and the air flow around the body was rushing, the clothes were agitated, and a trace of extremely imperceptible air flow followed the pores of the whole body and slowly entered the body.

A trace of vitality entered the body, and slowly the rebellion had a different feeling, as if his body became stronger, and his punches were more powerful, this is a very subtle feeling, if you really want to say it, the power of the rebellion may not really increase much.

Martial arts is a gradual process, and the tempering of physical strength is not so easy, only through time to polish.

Whew!

The fist of the seal is like the wind, the feet are changing, and the fist of Italy carries a wild and free nature. He had been completely immersed in this basic body quenching fist technique, and his mind was silently comprehending the vitality of heaven and earth.

"Bull's hoof!"

"Wild Bull Roar!"

......

Feng Wei used the fist technique over and over again, he didn't know how long he had been practicing, his forehead was already beaded with sweat, and his heart was even more soaked with sweat, but he still didn't realize it.

After all, people's physical strength is limited, and after more than ten consecutive sets of "Wild Bull Boxing Method", Feng Rebellion finally stopped. Martial arts is too much, one is relaxed, the combination of work and rest is the king, diligent practice of martial arts is a good thing, but if it exceeds a reasonable limit, not only will it not benefit itself, but it will hurt the fundamentals. For example, the previous owner of this body died suddenly because of excessive martial arts training, and the current Feng Rebellion does not want to follow in his footsteps.

"Whew~"

With a deep breath, Feng Shun wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and immediately, he found a shady place and sat down.

"Young master, young master......"

Not long after he sat down to rest, a hurried voice suddenly came from outside, and then an old man dressed in a butler's costume ran over with a worried face. Feng Yi glanced at it, this old man was Uncle Zhou, the housekeeper who served his diet and daily life.

"What's the matter?" Feng Wei asked lightly, but never got up.

The housekeeper Zhou Bo has served Feng Rebellion since he was a child, and he is naturally very familiar with Feng Rebellion. He faintly felt that his young master seemed to have become a little different from before, but he couldn't say what was different for a while.

Putting aside the extra thoughts, Uncle Zhou hurriedly said, "Young Master, the patriarch told you to go to the family council hall immediately. ”

"The patriarch told me to go to the Great Hall, is there anything wrong?"

Feng Wei was a little strange, his identity in the Feng family was a "fool", and he had never been to a "high-level place" like the family council hall once in his life.

That Zhou Bo looked worried, as if there was something difficult to say, after a little silence, he finally stomped his feet, and said with a sad face: "The master went out to run errands this time, and on the way back, he accidentally found a spirit grass, unexpectedly, he happened to meet the people of the Qingyun Sect again, and the two sides had a dispute, and as a result, several deacons who went with the master were injured, and the master ......."

Hearing this, Feng Yi suddenly "chuckled" in his heart, and he didn't have the heart to listen to Uncle Zhou anymore, so he suddenly got together and ran frantically towards the family council hall.

......

Not long after, when Feng Yi came to the main hall, there were already a bunch of people in the square in front of the main hall, whispering there, and there were more than a dozen family children in the crowd who were wrapped in bandages, obviously injured. The Feng Rebellion who came wildly rushed directly into the crowd, and everyone saw that he was making a way one after another.

Several wounded family deacons were sitting cross-legged on the ground, with people healing them behind them, and in the middle lay a man covered with a white cloth. Seeing this scene, Feng Yi calmed down at this time, his eyes coldly swept over several injured deacons, among whom there was no father, his eyes fell on the white cloth, the muscles on his face twitched, and he walked over slowly.

In an instant, the entire square was silent, and hundreds of pairs of eyes moved silently with his steps. Feng Wei bent his knees and squatted, the hand stretched out to the white cloth trembled a little, and the knuckles that pinched the corner of the white cloth were even more pale, slowly uncovering like a weight of ten thousand catties.

In the next second, Feng Lie's familiar face came into view as the white cloth was lifted, and the past was vivid, but this majestic and loving middle-aged man had no sound at this time.

"Xiao Rebellion, the family needs to go to Xiaocheng for his father, this trip is about half a month, and his father can just try his luck to see if he can find the medicine to treat you, you must listen to Uncle Zhou's words at home, don't hurt your body because of martial arts training......"

His father's words when he parted seemed to be still in his ears, looking at Feng Lie's miserable white face, the dried blood red at the corner of his mouth, Feng Rebellion's heart was tearing and dripping blood. He knew that with his father's status in the family, if he wasn't looking for some so-called medicine for himself, he wouldn't need to personally lead the team to Xiaocheng, and if he didn't go to Xiaocheng, he wouldn't ......

The squatting Feng Yi had knelt down unconsciously, and his trembling hands carefully covered the white cloth, and the soft movements were like being afraid of disturbing his "sleeping" father.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spit out from Feng Ying's mouth, he suddenly opened his arms and clenched his fists, raised his head and shouted silently to the sky, this cry did not make a sound, but the blood-stained teeth looked extremely clear in the sun, and the green tendons on his neck erupted like dragons.

Seeing this situation, the people on the side couldn't help but feel sorry for it, and then thought that this fool now has no protection from his father, and he is afraid that the future life will not be much better, and they are all embarrassed.

"The patriarchs and elders are here!" someone shouted. Immediately, more than ten figures were seen walking out of the main hall of the council, the first person, with a majestic appearance and a gloomy expression, but it was Feng Zongliang, the current patriarch of the Feng family, and the elders who came out with him were also all pale with angry eyes.

"Alas!"

Looking at the pool of blood on the ground in front of Feng Rebellion, and then looking at the blood stains on the corner of the latter's mouth, Feng Zongliang sighed softly, walked up to Feng Rebellion, and said in a deep voice: "The matter has come to this, let's mourn!"

Hearing this, Feng Yi didn't seem to be aware of it, he didn't even raise his eyelids, just lowered his head and said in an unusually cold voice: "I want to know what's going on?"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, this fool is not even able to say a complete sentence on weekdays, but he didn't expect that he spoke quite smoothly today, and after he met the patriarch, he didn't have a respectful attitude, but he was bold enough. However, after thinking about it, since he was a fool, it was normal not to know the number of courtesies, and everyone was immediately relieved.

Similarly, Feng Liangzong didn't care too much because of Feng Liangzong's rudeness, he just frowned slightly, and then raised his hand to an old man on the side: "Liangye, you can tell everyone the reason for the matter!"

The old man nodded, and with a blushing face, he told the story of the matter.

The whole thing is very simple, Feng Lie and the others accidentally found a spirit grass "Three-leaf Dragon Whisker Grass" on the way back. This "three-leaf dragon beard grass" is a rare treasure for martial artists, not only can directly improve the strength of a small amount, but also can clear the mind and clear the mind, to a certain extent, increase the understanding of the martial artist, such a rare treasure is the grandmaster-level powerhouse will inevitably be moved.

However, just as Feng Lie and the others were ecstatic, they unexpectedly ran into someone from the Qingyun Sect. The Tianwu Continent was originally a world of the jungle, and when they saw such a treasure, the people of the Qingyun Sect naturally would not let it go, and Feng Lie and the others were unwilling to give up the treasure in their hands, so the two sides naturally clashed.

As a result, after a confrontation, everyone in the Feng family was injured, and Feng Lie, who was eager to protect the grass, was seriously injured by a master of the late congenital stage of the opponent, and in the end, not only was the "Three-leaf Dragon Whisker Grass" brutally taken away by the people of Qingyun Sect, but Feng Lie also died without returning to the Feng family.

After hearing this, the children of the Feng family in front of the main hall were in an uproar, and they all denounced Qingyun Sect for being domineering and shameless. And Feng Yi's face was even more gloomy, so that he could drip water.

Patriarch Feng Liangzong's gaze swept over the people in front of the hall, and said in a deep voice: "It's a pity that the strength of our Feng family is far inferior to that of Qingyun Sect, alas, I have discussed with several elders just now, and decided to put up with the humiliation for the time being, and hand over this matter to the imperial court to the abbot for justice." ”

As soon as these words came out, the children of the Feng family were in an uproar again. Everyone knows that Qingyun Sect is one of the two most powerful sects in the Great Qin Empire, although the power of the imperial court is strong, but it has not completely suppressed the strength of Qingyun Sect, and it is impossible to tear up and fall out with Qingyun Sect for this trivial matter.