Looking at Zhou Gongzi leaving from afar, Xu Yi always lay on the ground, not moving, and his hands were already deeply rooted in the soil.

Although he has only been in this world for two years, he has completely inherited the memory of the original owner of this body.

It turns out that Xu Yi and this Zhou Gongzi are feuding!

From Xu Yigao's grandfather's generation, the Xu family produced a great martial arts genius Mingde Gong, and the Xu family was revitalized.

It was also from that time that Gaozu, the son of Zhou, who fled to Guang'an, became a domestic slave of the Xu family.

Father to son, son to grandson, the years change, in a blink of an eye, the Zhou family has been three generations of slaves of the Xu family.

And in Xu Yi's grandfather's generation, the Zhou family produced a great son, that is, Zhou Daoqian, the second uncle of the Zhou son, who can be regarded as a martial arts wizard, and at the age of thirty, he became a martial arts master, and then worshiped Lingxiao Pavilion, one of the three main gates of Guang'an Mansion, leading the Zhou family out of slavery and single-handedly founding the now prominent Zhou family.

To say that the Xu family is not thin on the Zhou family!

When Zhou Daoqian revealed his martial arts talent, Mingde Gong had died, and the Xu family had no heirs, so Xu Yi's grandfather chose the martial arts classics left by Mingde Gong and gave them to Zhou Daoqian.

After all, manpower is sometimes poor. There is a way to be poor and rich in martial arts, and mortals are talented, if they do not have the financial resources to supply precious medicinal materials and martial arts classics, geniuses will also become mediocre.

Of course, Xu Yi's grandfather's help was not selfless, it was nothing more than thinking that Zhou Daoqian could go long in martial arts, and the Xu family would inevitably get the greatest support.

It is human nature for both sides to be mutually beneficial.

However, Zhou Daoqian is the character of the Zhongshan wolf, once he became a nobleman, his former status as a house slave was like a poisonous snake, devouring his heart day and night, and he hated the Xu family day by day.

At that time, Zhou Daoqian had already entered the Lingxiao Pavilion, his status was noble, and the Xu family had no strong support, Zhou Daoqian remembered the Xu family, and the fate of the Xu family was doomed.

However, the Xu family was the head of the Zhou family, and Zhou Daoqian was murderous, and he was also afraid of reputation, so he used a blunt knife to cut meat.

Tong Guò was an unjust case, which killed the grandfather of the Xu family and made the Xu family completely defeated.

In the following 20 years, under the suppression of the Zhou family, the Xu family was in decline.

Later, the Xu family's wealth was dispersed, and Xu Yi's parents were used by the Zhou family to work hard for the official family, and died of exhaustion.

The Xu family was in the middle of the road, Xu Yi was naturally unable to practice martial arts, specializing in scripture and history since childhood, and at the age of sixteen, he made a living as a enlightened gentleman in the village school of Xujia Village.

That's it, after the Zhou family received the news, Xu Yi's only livelihood was lost.

The Zhou family is all killed!

Filled with indignation, the scholar Xu Yi actually died with a whimper, and his body was not cold, which coincided with another soul coming across time and space, and achieved today's Xu Yi.

Xu Yi "didn't die", the Zhou family continued to play with rats, and stared at the Xu family's only few acres of thin fields, which led to this toss.

Killing ancestors, killing fathers, and harming mothers, Xu Yi's hatred for the Zhou family is monstrous!

Stretching out his hand to stroke the ground, Xu Yi twisted his waist, stood up quickly, spat on the ground, brought blood to the mouth, and the corners of his mouth opened, revealing a big mouth.

The old yellow dog opened the door, took out the cooked meat and rice from the crooked but still closed iron pot, and feasted with the old yellow dog.

After lunch, Xu Yi didn't go out anymore, picked up the stove again, escaped into the mountains, hunted a few game, cooked it carefully, and had a full meal with the old yellow dog.

After dinner, the old yellow dog was sent back to the kennel next to the low bed, and when he stepped out of the door, the night was already dark, and on the blue sky, there was a round of oblique moon, bright and bright, sprinkled with clear light.

Xu Yi closed the door, took a step forward, stepped out, and was already far away, a few shakes, people had already entered the depths of the dense forest, found a Yulin, and opened the posture.

Call!

Ha!

Call!

Ha!

Xu Yi's body is extremely slow, one move and one style, all of them are extremely heavy, like a bullock, sometimes rushing to the top, sometimes raising hooves, sometimes hitting trees!

Over and over again, but three forms!

One practice lasted for two hours, and there was no pause except for occasionally stuffing a few inches of jet-black herbs into his mouth.

Xu Yi played slower and slower, as if he was carrying a thousand catties.

The qi and blood all over the body rushed faster and faster in the blood vessels, burning more and more.

Suddenly, Xu Yi's whole person reached a mysterious realm, there was no pain, no fatigue, and all the spirit and spirit were locked on this galloping qi and blood.

Whew!

Xu Yi mobilized the last strength of his body, and used another style of "angrily hitting the gate of heaven", and his back slammed against a pine tree the thickness of a sea bowl, and with a click, the giant pine folded in response!

Poof, Xu Yi lay on the ground, softly like a prawn with tendons, without a trace of strength in his body, endless joy, but like a long river converging the sea, surging over.

He clearly knew that the last support of his talent was at least a bull's strength.

And the power of a bull is one of the signs of the peak of forging the body.

After a moment of respite, Xu Yi sat up, stretched out his hand and slashed, a piece of hardwood folded in response, held the sharp end, and slashed it on his arm, a long and deep white mark appeared on his skin, but there was no trace of blood.

Swing your fist and smash it on a rocky rock, and the rock shatters!

"The skin is like cow felt, the bone is like hard iron, the peak of the forging body, and the name is well deserved!"

Xu Yi looked at his pair of fleshy palms and muttered.

In the forging stage, the strength of the blood and the forging of bones and skin, where the skin is like an old cow, the bone is like hard iron, and the strength is more than a cow, it is considered a great success and has entered the peak realm.

But he said that Xu Yi achieved the peak of forging and did not dare to stay in the forest for a long time.

He is at his peak, but the top priority is to stabilize the realm.

Fei rushed back to the hut, took out the precious medicinal materials accumulated in the past two years, and only a dozen low-grade oolong grasses, grabbed them between his palms, sat cross-legged in the boiling water bath bucket, contemplated, and quietly felt the heat of his palms surging towards his body.

Previously, because of the beginning of the realm, the boiling qi and blood scattered everywhere, under the traction of this trace of heat, gradually converged, and soaked into the blood and tendons bit by bit.

When he got up, the clear water in the bath bucket was already muddy, and when he looked at his body carefully, the originally slightly hard lines regained their softness before cultivation.

But there's an amazing energy in this softness!