Qingyang Town, Ye Family.

The Ye family's mansion, located in the south of Qingyang Town, covers an area of hundreds of acres, with antique roof tile houses, which are dotted with pavilions and pavilions, rockeries and flowing water, which have their own style and solemnity.

In the early morning, in a remote courtyard of the Ye family's mansion, there was a noisy sound.

Bang! Bang!

......

The boy who was about fourteen or fifteen years old, isolated in front of a cultivation stone pillar in the courtyard, bent his arms back, like a strong bow drawn into a full string, after being tensed, his fists suddenly burst out, like a cannonball out of the chamber, the stone broke the earth.

The young man's speed was fast and swift, his fists were like a violent wind, moving like thunder, and in the blink of an eye, he left dozens of clearly visible fist marks on the cultivation stone pillar.

"I must step into the initial stage of body quenching and become a real martial artist!"

"Become a warrior!"

"Become a warrior!"

......

While the young man's fists were quickly slammed out, his mouth was still full of words, and his face was full of determination.

The strength in his hand became stronger and stronger, and the cultivation stone pillars were all struck by him and trembled slightly, and occasionally stone chips flew.

I don't know when, the boy's fists were already dripping with blood, and the flesh was turned upside down.

But he was unconscious, or rather, he was numb and unable to control himself.

Bang! Bang!

......

Gradually, the boy's movements began to slow down.

After throwing a few more punches, the young man was already sweating and exhausted, and suddenly, his center of gravity was unstable and he leaned forward and fell to the ground.

"No...... No! I'm going to keep going...... I'm going to keep ......."

"I ...... You must become a warrior!"

The boy gritted his teeth and struggled.

Finally, he was able to stand up with his hands.

However, a moment later, his tired hands went limp, and his body fell to the ground again.

The boy struggled to get up again and again, but fell again and again......

"I'm useless, I'm useless!"

A wave of helplessness and misery struck, and the young man's face was already full of tears, and his already bloody fist slammed into the ground, venting his inner emotions to the fullest.

"I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled! Why...... Why can't I still step into the initial stage of body quenching and become a martial artist?"

"If I can become a martial artist, even if I only have the strength of the first level of quenching, who in the family will dare to humiliate me?

"And that snobbish dead fat woman...... If I have enough strength, how can she sell my 'Lan'er' to the land of fireworks like 'Chunxiang Pavilion'?"

"Lan'er, it's the young master who is useless! The young master is useless, he can't protect you......"

The young man muttered to himself as he gritted his teeth, his resolute face full of shame and unwillingness.

His fists kept hitting the ground, stirring up stone chips.

At some point, his hands were bloody and bloody.

The young man's name is Ye Feng, he is the grandson of the previous generation of the Ye family, and he has a father with outstanding martial arts talent.

Originally, he had a happy family.

Until he was six years old, his father disappeared, and his mother sent him back to the Ye family in Qingyang Town and left to find his father.

His father, when he was twenty-eight years old, left the Ye family in Qingyang Town and has not been heard from since.

His life has been turned upside down.

Fortunately at first, his grandfather was the head of the Ye family, and after he came back, he was well-dressed and carefree.

However, when he was eight years old, in the family's martial arts qualification test, his qualification was measured to be the lowest "inferior"!

Inferior qualifications are not suitable for cultivating martial arts at all.

He will never forget the disappointed look in his grandfather's eyes at that time.

Since then, although he is still carefree, his grandfather, because of Si'er's illness, his grandson is indisputable, and his physical condition is getting worse.

Until a year ago, I finally couldn't carry it and died.

After the new head of the family took the throne, he was recognized as a "waste" in the family, and it was no surprise that he was thrown into the "cold palace".

And by his side, only the maid "Lan'er" is left.

In the past, when Ye Feng's grandfather was alive, those family children who didn't dare to fart in front of Ye Feng, and even those slaves, now dared to openly bully Ye Feng.

Although Ye Feng was ashamed, he could bear it for the time being.

However, this time, the steward in the backyard, the "dead fat woman", actually sold Lan'er to the most famous fireworks place in Qingyang Town, "Chunxiang Pavilion".

How could he still endure it?

"Lan'er is now thirteen years old, and she will be fourteen years old in three months...... According to the rules of the 'Chunxiang Pavilion', once you reach the age of fourteen, you have to start picking up customers. ”

Thinking of this, Ye Feng gritted his teeth with hatred, his fists clenched, his sharp nails pierced into his palms mercilessly, and bursts of cone-like stinging pain came, but he seemed to be unconscious.

And then there are the slaves who completely changed their faces towards him, from groveling to trampling on his dignity.

Only the maid Lan'er beside him did not abandon and silently followed him, working hard and complaining.

The human heart is made of flesh!

In such a situation, Lan'er's silent dedication to him naturally moved him inexplicably.

He never regarded Lan'er as a maid, but treated her as a sister and took good care of her.

"I only have three months...... After three months, if you can't cultivate to the 'Intermediate Rank of Quenching Body', you won't be able to save Lan'er!"

Ye Feng closed his eyes in despair, a huge sense of powerlessness washed over his chest and abdomen, and he couldn't even protect the closest people around him, what use could I have?

Ye Feng hated the bully, not only hated the children of the clan who bullied the weak, but also hated the slave in the family who saw the wind and steered the rudder, and hated the irresponsible father, and what he hated most was himself who was not angry!

After three months, quench the intermediate order.

For him, a person who has not even stepped into the "Initial Level" now, it is simply a fantasy.

If you practice a small amount of strength, break a hundred catties, and step into the "primary level of quenching", you can be regarded as a martial artist.

If you have a great strength and break through a thousand catties, you can break through to the "intermediate level of quenching" and start refining bones.

Refining bones is completed, and the strength breaks through 10,000 catties, and you can break through to the "advanced level of quenching" and start refining the marrow.

Refining the marrow and giving birth to the seeds of Yuanli is the "Great Perfection of Quenching the Body"!

Quenching the body is perfect, can use yuan force to fight the enemy, and kill the enemy ten steps away empty-handed.

Looking at the Ye family, there is only one "quenching body".

That is the head of the Ye family today!

"Since my grandfather's death, no one in the Ye family is looking at me...... I can only rely on myself, only by breaking through to the 'Quenching Intermediate Level', can I take back the silver taels she sold Lan'er from that dead fat woman and redeem Lan'er!"

"However, the quenching body is intermediate...... It's so hard!"

"Looking at the entire Ye family, there are very few people who can break through to the 'quenching intermediate level' before the age of sixteen. ”

Because of his hot head, Ye Feng, who had just risen a glimmer of hope in his heart, couldn't help but feel a burst of despair when he thought of this.

"Am I going to give up like that?"

"No! I must not give up!"

"Even if I fight for this life, I will rescue Lan'er from the fire pit!"

Ye Feng gritted his teeth, and his gaze gradually became firm.

No matter what, he's going to give it a go!

"Cultivate!"

Taking a deep breath, Ye Feng propped himself up and stood up.

However, as soon as he stood up, his lead-like legs were weak again, and he fell to the ground suddenly.

"My father's martial arts talent is so strong, and my mother is not weak...... Why am I such a shit? Am I not their own?"

Ye Feng's gaze happened to fall on a ring on the thumb of his left hand, thinking of his parents, and he felt sad.

The ring, which was red and dripping blood, was a birthday present from his father on his sixth birthday.

"Father, if you see me now, you will definitely be disappointed. ”

Ye Feng stretched out his blood-stained right hand and muttered to himself while stroking the ring.

"Huh......"

Suddenly, Ye Feng saw that the ring was shining with a faint red light, and he actually began to suck the blood flowing from his palm.