In an ancient and long-standing interface, there are two continents, the Eastern Continent is called the Shenzhou Continent, they are the people of China, they are the descendants of the ancient Chinese nation, called the descendants of the dragon, each of them has the natal dragon seal, just like the power of blood. The Natal Dragon Seal has a bizarre special effect. When the natal dragon seal in a person's body is thick enough to a certain limit, one can cultivate into an oriental martial artist and cultivate all kinds of powerful martial arts! The Western Continent is called the Magic Power Continent. They claim to be the darlings of nature, and each of them has a source of magic close to nature, and when a person's magic source is enough, he can cultivate to become a magician and cultivate that mysterious magic!

Oriental Continent - Shenzhou Continent!

There were four dynasties on this continent, namely the Tang Dynasty, the Qin Dynasty, the Shang Dynasty, and the most powerful of all, the Teng Dynasty!

However, this continent is incomparably vast, and Rao is extremely powerful force of the four major dynasties cannot be completely dominated. In the easternmost mountain range of the Shenzhou Continent, there is a powerful tribe hidden, and the natal dragon soul in the body is very strong!

In the midst of these rolling mountains, an ancient primitive tribe lives in seclusion, dating back to antiquity.

At this time, in a dense forest in the mountain range, it is rare for someone to clear out a large clearing, this clearing has countless stone piers, the weight is different, the lightest is 100 catties, the heaviest is 5,000 catties. In addition, there are many wooden stakes, various wooden weapons, various sandbags, etc.

At this moment, there are many children and teenagers in this open space, ranging from eight to fifteen years old, all of them are strong, wearing upper bodies, and are not afraid of hard work!

"Ho!" a boy of about ten years old stood in front of a sandbag much older than him, and kept punching. The punching bag, which was full of kilograms, was thrown away like a fragile ball, with his punch.

He is the most rare boy in the generation of children in this tribe - Long Xiaotian. It is said that in the year he was born, a rare illusion of a dragon appeared in the sky. Of course, the older generation knew what it meant, which meant that the natal dragon seal in the body of this child was so dense that it was rare!

This child will definitely be able to become an oriental warrior when he grows up, and his talent is definitely among the top among martial artists, which means that their tribe may produce an earth-shattering character!

In the Shenzhou Continent, everyone has a natal dragon seal, but only if the natal dragon seal in their body is strong enough, and when they reach the age of eighteen, and the natal dragon seal is completely formed, they can cultivate, and because of this, there are relatively few people who can become an oriental martial artist and can cultivate!

Sure enough, this child can lift a hundred-pound boulder at the age of five, and at the age of ten, he can easily hit a thousand-pound sandbag! The characters of the older generation are very excited, as long as this child reaches the age of eighteen, the natal dragon seal in his body will be able to take shape, and he will be able to cultivate, and become an oriental warrior! If he is baptized by the secret method handed down from ancient times, this child's future will inevitably be immeasurable!

Long Xiaotian's head was covered with beads of sweat after a while, but he ignored it and kept training.

The sky gradually darkened, and the sun was falling towards the horizon little by little, and at this time, Long Xiaotian stopped, lying on the ground, gasping for air comfortably.

Long Xiaotian looked at the sunset, couldn't help but move, and muttered to himself: "It is said that those powerful oriental warriors can steam the sky and boil the sea after the creation of gongshen, pick the stars and chase the moon, and the owner has great power. ”

He has been working hard since he was a child, just to become a powerful oriental martial artist, and in eight years, he can practice the exercises and martial arts. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile a little.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him: "Howling sky! Howling ...... sky"

Long Xiaotian turned his head and saw a young man of the same age as him running over, and couldn't help but smile: "Brother Long Dong!"

Long Xiaotian stood up and looked at this young man, this young man's name was Long Dong, one year older than him, and he was the son of his uncle in this tribe. The natal dragon seal in Long Dong's body is also very strong, and the older generation of characters also believe that Long Dong can become an oriental martial artist! Long Dong is now eleven years old, and his physical strength is only a little weaker than Long Xiaotian!

The young man named Long Dong showed his mouth full of white teeth and smiled brightly at Long Xiaotian: "Brother Xiaotian, the second uncle called you home!"

"Huh?" Long Xiaotian's heart moved: "My father, I know, I'll go back immediately! Brother Long Dong, what about you? continue training or go back with me?"

"Haha, of course I'll go back with you!" Long Dong laughed and punched Long Xiaotian, and took the lead in running towards the depths of the mountain range.

"Wait for me!" Long Xiaotian shouted, immediately chasing Long Dong into the depths of the mountain range......

After a while, Long Xiaotian and Long Dong arrived at the location of their tribe.

This is an ancient tribe, and when you first arrive here, a sense of historical vicissitudes comes to you.

The air in this place is pleasant, and there are many megalithic buildings in this place, stone houses rising from the ground, and in the middle of it is a path paved with huge stones, and the strong men and women of the tribe walk along the path. Under the big tree next to the path, several elderly people who are nearly 100 years old are playing.

Long Xiaotian and Long Dong had just arrived at the tribe, and immediately looked at the huge building at the end of the path.

It is a huge altar, about ten meters high, circular, all made of boulders, the huge altar is simple and atmospheric, there are various knife marks on the boulders, and various scratches reflect the longevity of the altar. The boulder is depicted with all kinds of birds and beasts, but on the most central boulder, there is a dragon depicted, lifelike, as if it can break through the sky at any time!

Long Xiaotian and Long Dong looked at the altar in awe, and at the same time, their eyes flashed with fiery color.

That is the altar that has been handed down by the tribe for a long time, the baptism altar, which has a strange effect. When every tribesman reaches the age of eighteen, he can accept the baptism of the altar, even if the natal dragon seal in your body is not rich, it will make you strengthen the ** power, as for the person who can become a warrior with the rich natal dragon seal, it will maximize your potential!

This also makes the people of the tribe much stronger than ordinary people in the outside world even if they can't become warriors. Generally, people in the Divine Prefecture Continent who have a thin natal dragon seal, even if they work hard to cultivate, can reach the level of a sixth-level warrior at most. And after the adults of the tribe are baptized, coupled with hard cultivation, they can reach the level of seventh, eighth, or even ninth level warriors!

Of course, as for those who did not have the richness of the natal dragon seal enough, there was no one who broke through the ninth-level warriors and reached the first-order Eastern Martial Artists. After all, the richness of the natal dragon seal cannot be changed since birth, and if you are not talented enough, no matter how hard you try, it will be difficult to go against the sky!

Long Xiaotian's eyes were fiery and he said to Long Dong: "Brother Long Dong, my goal is to become an Eastern Martial Artist, so that I can be worthy of being a warrior of the land of Shenzhou!"

Long Dong was also in a trance: "Yes! In seven or eight years, we will be baptized on the altar! We will be able to become an oriental warrior!"

At this moment, both of them were a little fugue too empty, fluttering, and their minds flew away from the nine heavens.

Although Long Dong and Long Xiaotian are only in their teens, their minds are like adults and have their own ideals.

However, their thoughts were interrupted by the passing tribesmen.

"It's Xiaotian and Dong'er!" "How is today?" "Is it hard to train today?" ......

One tribe after another greeted them. The two quickly came to their senses and responded, "Oh, Grandpa Zhao." Is your body okay?" "Brother Tian, today's training is okay"......

Long Xiaotian and Long Dong walked on the road, and after a while, they arrived at the door of Long Dong's house.

Long Dong spoke, "Brother Xiaotian will see you tomorrow." Go back, your father is looking for you!"

"Well, goodbye!" Long Xiaotian said hello, then quickened his pace and headed home.

"Huh" Long Xiaotian looked at this huge stone house, the stone house was solid and stable, compared to other stone houses, it seemed to be magnificent. The surname Long accounts for most of the tribe, and those with the surname Long are quite senior in this tribe. Long Xiaotian's family has such a great status in this ancient tribe, and the reason why it has a great prestige is partly because Long Xiaotian's grandfather is also one of the tribal elders, but more importantly, because of his father, Long Zhan.

Long Xiaotian stepped into the threshold, and what greeted him was a small square, behind which was the hall, although the sun was almost setting. But with the embellishment of the night pearl, it looks extraordinarily bright.

"Father!" Long Xiaotian couldn't help but shout when he found his father, Long Zhan, standing in the small square.

In the small square, a tall and mighty man stood, with strong muscles, rock-hard legs, standing straight, and his slashed face exuding a faint handsome color. He is Long Xiaotian's father - Long Zhan!

Dragon War - A veritable martial artist, and Dragon War has reached the late stage of the first order of the five realms of martial artists, and is about to become a second-order oriental warrior! In this tribe, the strength of Dragon War is definitely among the top ten!

At this moment, Long Zhan slowly turned his head, and when he saw Long Xiaotian's slashed face, he couldn't help but show a smile: "Tian'er, how is it today?"

Long Xiaotian walked over quickly, nodded and said, "It's okay, I feel that my ** strength is constantly improving!"

"Well, that's fine!" Long Zhan nodded, his face became serious again: "I'll take a look at some of the fighting skills I taught you yesterday." ”

Long Zhan knew that his son's natal dragon seal was very strong, which meant that his talent was extremely high! Therefore, he had great expectations for his son, so he handed over some fighting skills to Long Xiaotian since he was a child, and he was caring and strict with him!

"Well, okay!" Long Xiaotian came to the stake and stood straight. Suddenly, Long Xiaotian's fist stretched out without warning, his dark fist clenched, and he kept hitting the stake, punch after punch, continuously, hitting the stake along a wonderful trajectory.

"Bang bang bang. Long Xiaotian punched eighteen punches in a row, and suddenly one leg was raised high and whipped towards the center of the stake, however, when he was about to reach the center of the stake with his leg of strength, Long Xiaotian roared: "Instant leg!" The legs, which had a huge inertia like a steel whip, changed direction in an instant and whipped upward. "Boom" Long Xiaotian's steel-like legs hit the top of the stake, and the stake made a dull sound.

"Whew. Long Xiaotian folded his legs, panting, his face flushed slightly. Long Xiaotian actually forcibly changed the direction when he kicked towards the center of the stake just now, and the opponent would definitely be unable to guard against it in a battle. Unfortunately, the instant leg was too difficult for his ten-year-old child. You need to change direction in that moment, which requires not only strong control over your body, but also a strong will!

When Long Zhan saw this, his eyes couldn't help but brighten, and he secretly admired: My son is really unusual, he can use such a difficult fighting technique so smoothly, if he becomes an oriental martial artist, with powerful martial arts, tsk......

However, Long Zhan didn't praise Long Xiaotian, he just nodded slightly: "It's okay." However, you can't be arrogant and need to continue to practice more intensively. ”

"Yes," Long Xiaotian replied.

At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on Long Xiaotian, a ten-year-old boy, and it seemed to be plated with a layer of gold.