At noon, the sun was high, there was not a cloud in the sky, there was not a single wind, and all the trees stood listlessly and lazily. Only he knew it, and kept screaming in the branches.

The ground in the courtyard of the Korean style small courtyard was steaming, and the scorching sun tore open the skin of the earth, sprinkling fragments of dazzling gold.

On the training ground, under the scorching sun, Han Feng stood upside down, carrying the Zhantian Sword on his back, and his palms were propped up on the ground, doing the most basic handstand push-ups.

Nine hundred and eighty, nine hundred eighty-one, nine hundred eighty-two......

The white tight-fitting clothes on Han Feng's body were completely soaked with sweat, outlining a mature and toned body that was inconsistent with his age, and beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down from Han Feng's body and fell to the ground, merging into a winding and slender stream.

Han Feng gritted his teeth, his expression revealing a painful look, but Han Feng did not give up because of this, and still counted the number of times he held it in a low voice.

After doing a thousand handstand push-ups, Han Feng kept panting, and his face was red. However, Han Feng did not stop because of this.

Han Feng quickly reversed his body again and squatted up.

After a while, Han Feng began to feel that his legs were sore, the muscles in his calves were tense and twitching, and the pain gradually spread all over his body, but Han Feng still gritted his teeth and continued to persevere, even if he had reached the limit, he still persisted.

In the last life, the corpses of the Han family were all over the place, the blood flowed like a river, and his mother's whole body*,* was drenched in blood, nailed to the bed, and the tragic situation of death was ....... The tragic scenes stimulated Han Feng's originally tense nerves.

"Brother Wind,...... That's all I can do to you,...... If there is an afterlife, I hope to know you soon......" Lonely Yunmeng was in the Ethereal Peak, the Yin and Yang Realm, and the words that were said after being killed by * on the Tiantai lingered in Han Feng's ears.

In this continent where strength is respected, what do I use to protect my relatives, what to protect my lover, and if I want to do a good job, I must first sharpen my tools. Only strength can achieve all this, and only sweating more than others will there be less bloodshed.

"Whew!" Taking a deep breath, Han Feng continued to insist on squatting, but the more he went to the back, the more painful it became, Han Feng's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, he kept gritting his teeth and persevering, his lower lip had already printed a row of deep tooth marks, and a drop of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Two hours later, Han Feng stopped squatting and sat on the ground, lying straight on the stone slab on the ground, panting heavily, greedily inhaling fresh air.

Next, Han Feng did not stop, and slowly got up from the ground again, running slowly.

Han Feng knows very well that a truly perfect body not only needs to be extremely strong, but also has good flexibility, strong explosiveness, fast speed, and strong ability to resist hits. The legs determine the monk's posture, speed, and explosiveness. It is the most important part of the forging body.

Under the weight of the heavy Zhan Tian Sword on his back, Han Feng trotted for more than a hundred meters, the skin of his back clothes had been worn out by the Zhan Tian Sword, and shocking blood marks could be seen under the torn clothes, and the blood stains had overflowed with bright red blood, and his face was extremely pale.

Han Feng's eyes stared ahead, his eyes flashed with a determined essence, and he muttered: "Everything is difficult at the beginning! What I could do in the previous life, I can also do it in this life!"

......。

Three months passed quickly.

During these three months, Han Feng insisted on exercising every day according to handstand push-ups, horse steps and running. Han Feng's body is now much stronger than before, like a streamlined, symmetrical, and explosive shape. The whole person looks like a cheetah ready to attack. It's thin, but it's very powerful. Skin, which had been fair three months ago, is now slightly bronzed, radiating a harsh glow in the sun. There are countless scabs left on the whole body, especially on the back.

"Forge the Bone Fist!"

In the grove on the training ground, a cold cheer suddenly sounded.

An agile figure jumps agilely and nimbly between the trees.

In an instant, Han Feng stopped in front of a big tree that was half a meter thick, and slammed his right hand on the tree.

"Bang!" there was a muffled sound, sawdust splashed, and spider-like cracks spread along the punch.

The big tree that was hit by Han Feng made a creaking and shaking sound, and after a while, it finally fell to the ground weakly.

When the big tree fell, Han Feng retreated like a monkey, and then landed lightly on the erected log pillar in the center of the training ground. Standing in the wind, his body is extremely graceful and chic.

Looking at the results he had achieved, Han Feng's bronzed and delicate little face was full of happy smiles, in the past three months, Han Feng had not only completely overcome the weight of the Zhantian Sword on his body, but also his body was as hard as iron, and it was both rigid and soft, rigid and soft.

In terms of cultivation, in the past three months, Han Feng has been promoted from the peak of the first order of the spirit priest to the third order of the spirit master, and this kind of cultivation speed is simply appalling.

Three months have passed, the hot summer has been replaced by a little cool autumn and winter, the original green and lush branches on the training ground, at this time began to be mixed with pieces of withered yellow, in the bleak autumn wind blowing, the fallen leaves are flying all over the sky, a piece of fallen leaves are like butterflies, flying happily in the sky, and from time to time also change the dance posture.

"Young Master Feng, what happened?" Han Xue, who was in the house, heard a loud noise in the training ground, and hurriedly ran out of the house, seeing the messy training ground in front of him, Han Xue was full of doubts in her heart and asked hurriedly.

Hearing Han Xue's crisp voice, Han Feng, who was standing on the wooden pillar, looked towards the location of the voice.

Not far from the training ground, Han Xue was standing slim in the wind, her slightly protruding chest, under the autumn breeze, releasing the unique physical temptation of a young girl. Slender Xiaoman's waist, a yellow belt, the autumn breeze blows, the yellow belt flutters, with a charming appearance, like the goddess of the nine heavens descending to earth, extremely beautiful.

"I thought it was the goddess who came, it turned out to be my Xue'er coming! How is your Aoki Skill practiced! Just now, the young master accidentally knocked down the big tree, don't worry!" Han Feng was stunned for a long moment before he slowly came back to his senses, jumped up, and fell to Han Xue's side like a flutter, and said lightly.

The autumn sun shone on the bronze face of Han Feng, and it looked very energetic.

Listening to Han Feng's slightly playful praise and laughter, Han Xueshuiling's big eyes blinked, he pursed his lips and smiled slightly, and said softly with a shy expression: "Young Master Feng! In the past three months, under the guidance of Feng Shaoyue, Xue'er has cultivated Aoki Gong to the seventh layer, and her cultivation has also reached the eighth level of the Spirit Disciple, and I have been practicing the basic swordsmanship and ethereal footwork you taught every day. ”

"What! Xue'er! You said that you will reach the eighth level of the spirit disciple after three months of cultivation. Han Feng was dumbfounded, very shocked, and asked again suspiciously.

Han Xueqiao's face flushed slightly, and she pursed her lips and smiled, "Young Master Feng!

"Demon, ......" Han Feng was extremely shocked in his heart and let out a long sigh.

"Young Master Feng, tomorrow is the annual family festival, I can see a lot of young people in the front yard today who have never seen before, it is estimated that they are all back to participate in the annual family competition. Young Master Feng, don't practice anymore today, it's not good to move too much!There are not many big trees left around the training ground, Young Master Feng should save a little!" Han Xue completely relaxed, smiled, and said to Han Feng in a mocking tone.

"What! Tomorrow is the annual family New Year's festival, time flies so fast!" Han Feng exclaimed.

"Xue'er, let's go, go to the front hall to find my mother!, I haven't seen my father and mother for a long time!" Han Feng shouted at Han Xue.

As soon as the words fell, the two figures quickly disappeared from the training ground.