On the top of the cloud-filled mountain, a thin boy of thirteen or fourteen years old swung his fist at a large tree hugged by five or six people, and with every punch he tried his best, "biting" off the bark from the tree piece by piece, and the flying bark was stained with mottled blood.

"One Thousand One Thousand Eight Hundred and Fifty-Eight......"

The boy struggled to raise his left hand, his fist wrapped around a thick layer of cloth, which had been dyed blood-red, with a little blood dripping.

Then he twisted his waist and punched the tree hard, imprinting a blood-red fist mark on the tree, and the tree only trembled slightly on the leaves, as if laughing at this self-defeating young man.

Unmoved, the boy raised his lead-filled right fist and slammed it into the tree, as if he were not shaken by an enemy that could never be knocked down.

"One thousand eight hundred and fifty-nine, one thousand eight hundred and sixty ......"

At this time, a beautiful voice came from behind him: "No, you can't practice anything except train your body if you practice like this." ”

The young man didn't look back, and slammed his fist the tree, just saying, "The ...... one thousand eight hundred and sixty-one."

He had heard such similar words countless times, and he didn't bother to pay attention to them at all.

Then the boy felt a tightness in his neck, and was lifted into the air, and then the man put him down, and his feet went limp, and he almost lost his foot, and collapsed to the ground.

The boy turned his head to look and saw a rather good-looking sister in a yellow shirt looking at him, and there seemed to be anger in her eyes.

The good-looking sister in yellow frowned and said, "I told you, you won't do any good except for practicing yourself like this!"

The young man stubbornly turned his head, got up from the ground, walked to the tree step by step, and then punched out: "The ...... one thousand eight hundred and sixty-two"

But his punch was empty, and the big tree that was hugged by five or six people had turned into a pile of sawdust in front of it.

The boy finally understood that this good-looking sister in a light yellow shirt was an unparalleled master, and when he didn't notice anything, he shook the big tree to pieces!

However, what does this have to do with yourself, you can only work hard in your own way, no one can help you, it has been three years, and you have not broken through the first layer of physical training, if you continue like this, when will you be able to break through the physical training realm and become an adult in the qi refining realm? When can you resist the burden of the family, feed your mother, and not let yourself become a burden on your mother?

This mountain used to be densely wooded, and since the great battle five years ago, most of the trees on the mountain have been damaged and slowly died, but there are still many large trees that have survived.

The young man turned around and walked towards the big tree on the side, the woman in the yellow shirt shook her head, and pointed at the young man, Zhenyuan penetrated into the young man's body, and found that this young man's body and exterior were all dark wounds formed by improper cultivation, and it had been some time, if he continued like this, if he practiced for another year or two, this young man would be wasted.

The woman in the yellow shirt frowned slightly: "Who is teaching like this......?

Those True Yuan began to disperse the blood in the young man's body, repairing those meridians and bones full of dark wounds, and she secretly said in her heart: "It's a pity, I haven't practiced the secret of longevity, and my True Yuan healing effect is not good......

The boy slowly opened his eyes, only to feel that the fatigue that had been with him was gone, although the wound on his hand had not healed, but his body was full of strength, as if even a tiger could kill two.

Although the young man was stubborn, he was not an ignorant person, he got up from the ground, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to the woman in the yellow shirt three times: "Thank you sister for helping me heal my injuries." ”

The woman in the yellow shirt said: "You don't need to take this kind ......of trivial matter to heart, but why are you so disobedient, I have already told you, this will only make you useless!

The young man lowered his head: "I...... There is no Master. Three years ago, an alien infiltrated our city and slaughtered the whole city, only my mother and I survived, we moved to this new city, my mother wanted to send me to the martial arts hall, but the owner of the hall said that my qualifications were too poor, it was better to be an ordinary person in this life, and the family had no money......"

The woman in the yellow shirt was silent, the big tendons between the muscles of this kid are very short, the bones are brittle and easy to break, he is still a little weak from the body, and his meridians are far weaker than ordinary people, so he is indeed not a material for martial arts.

Seeing that the woman in the yellow shirt didn't say anything, the young man was even more disappointed in his heart, it seems that he is really not a martial arts material.

The boy stood up from the ground and said, "Thank you, sister, but I won't give up, and I can't give up either." ”

This sister in yellow is obviously a very powerful martial artist, but the young man didn't think about kneeling down and kowtowing immediately, stalking and begging others to accept him as an apprentice, in the past few years, he has watched his mother work so hard for life, and he has never begged anyone.

His mother didn't tell him any big truths, but she taught him with her own deeds that no matter how humble he is, he still has backbone and dignity.

The woman in the yellow shirt saw an inexplicable sense of familiarity from the young man's determined gaze, and suddenly smiled: "My name is Guo Xiang, what is your name?"

The young man was slightly stunned: "My name is Luoyang!"

Guo Xiang suddenly understood what that familiarity was, he thought of his father, remembered that he heard about his father's martial arts practice in the mouths of his mother and Master Tai, and sighed: "Actually, the qualifications don't tell everything, I have seen a person who may have worse qualifications than you, but in the end he ascended to the Tianyuan Realm!

Luoyang said: "But me, I'm in a hurry......"

The boy's mother used to be a fourth-level martial artist of qi refining, but when she fled with him, she encountered a thief, and her martial arts were almost abolished.

Guo Xiang straightened his hair that was blown by the mountain wind, and then said, "There are some things that can't be rushed." You have a poor congenital physique, and you still use this ultra-high-intensity exercise method, and there is no elixir to nourish your body, no one will sort out your meridians for you, and you will only practice yourself to death. Let's start with the basics, I have a set of exercises that can improve the human physique deduced from the easy tendon and bone forging chapter, and you can practice the three styles together. ”

Luoyang's face turned red, only to feel a stream of blood rushing to his head, there are really people who are willing to teach him to practice martial arts, he said: "But, but I don't have any money!"

Guo Xiang rubbed his hair: "Then you have to work harder and strive to become a great man!

This is said so that Luoyang can't refuse, because this is not charity, this is encouragement.

Then Guo Xiang passed down the chapter of Yi tendon forging bones, and the two went down the mountain, and the young man carried a bunch of firewood that was taller than himself behind his back.

Guo Xiang said: "Remember, it's too late, it's good to practice just right! Three days later, you are here, I will see if you have practiced correctly!"

After speaking, Guo Xiangjian pointed out, and a little sword light rushed straight to Xiao Han, dividing the barren mountain into two, and then the sword light spread out, as if wrapping around the red and soft fingers around the mountain fronts on both sides.

The mountain roared and slowly flew into the sky, and the mountain fell with a bang, and then the two peaks flew away with her!

Luoyang was dumbfounded: "Sister Guo Xiang...... It's actually a martial artist of the Tian Yuan Realm?!"

He never dreamed that a Heavenly Yuan Realm martial artist who was high above him and unattainable like a god would be so kind to him, and said that he would become a great man.

He met many martial artists at the fifth or sixth level of qi refining, and they all couldn't look at people with their nostrils.

Why? Could it be that the higher you practice martial arts, the better you become? )