The red light on the ring is getting bigger and bigger, and there is a big sign that it is out of control.

The blood dripping from Ye Feng's right hand was constantly sucked into the ring along the wound, and it didn't stop for a moment.

And Ye Feng, because of excessive blood loss, his eyes began to blur, and finally, he finally passed out due to excessive mental wear and tear and excessive force.

Ye Feng didn't know how long he had been unconscious, and when he woke up again, he found that there was a chill on his left hand, and the biting cold seemed to spread to all parts of his body, and he couldn't help but shiver.

And the ring on his hand turned into a drop of extremely red liquid, which was gradually integrating into his body.

At this time, it is almost half integrated.

"Could that cool feeling in my body come from this drop of crimson liquid?" Ye Feng secretly guessed.

At this moment, the liquid finally completely integrated into Ye Feng's body, and the cold feeling spread to Ye Feng's body.

Suddenly, an extremely terrifying voice suddenly buzzed in Ye Feng's ears.

The sound is ethereal and vicissitudes, as if it came from far away.

The next moment, Ye Feng couldn't help but close his eyes, and a behemoth thousands of meters long appeared in his mind.

"It's ...... Dragon!" Seeing this behemoth, Ye Feng couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart.

Antlers, horses' heads, snake bodies, lizard legs, fish scales, what else could it be?

This kind of strange beast, he has only seen on some murals, is this the most powerful creature in the universe in the legend...... Dragon?

Suddenly, the image of the dragon in Ye Feng's mind disappeared, and the cold feeling in all parts of his body, as well as the terrifying sound in his ears, also disappeared.

"That voice, could it be the 'dragon chanting'?" Ye Feng couldn't help but be shocked.

First, there was the sound of a dragon groaning, and then the legendary "dragon" was seen...... Who can tell him, what the hell is going on?

"The ring my father gave me, could it be that there is some secret?" Ye Feng is not very old, but what he has encountered in the past year has made his mind mature earlier than his peers.

"Hey, my ...... hurt"

Suddenly, Ye Feng's eyes widened, staring at his hands.

The back of the hand, which was originally scarred by practicing boxing, did not show the slightest wound, and the skin was intact and as white as jade.

"I feel that my whole body is full of strength!" Ye Feng stood up again, and threw a punch at the cultivation stone pillar in front of him.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, a deep fist mark was left on the cultivation stone pillar, and the four finger dents were clearly visible after the stone chips were dissipated!

"This ......"

Ye Feng was stunned, looking at the fist mark in front of him, he couldn't believe it, "This is what I caused?" Looking at this fist mark, it will take at least two or three hundred catties of strength to smash it out, right?"

"I ...... I've stepped into the initial stage of body quenching?" Ye Feng muttered to himself as he looked at his fist, which was unharmed, not even a trace of it.

If you practice a small amount of strength and break a hundred catties, you can be regarded as stepping into the "initial stage of quenching" and becoming a martial artist.

A few more punches were thrown, leaving a few deep fist marks on the cultivation stone pillar, and Ye Feng finally came to his senses.

He's not dreaming! It's all true.

He really stepped into the initial stage of quenching his body and became a "warrior" in the true sense.

"I've become a warrior...... I've become a warrior......"

Ye Feng was excited, and the ecstasy in his heart could not be calmed down for a long time.

This feeling is like a poor beggar who suddenly wins the jackpot of five million, and the huge gap makes his heart unable to bear this load for a while.

After being excited for a while, Ye Feng quickly calmed down again, because he still had questions.

"Originally, my strength has been stuck at sixty or seventy pounds...... But now, in just one afternoon, I have stepped into the initial stage of quenching, and the strength I have seems to be more than a hundred catties. ”

"Look at the depth of the fist marks on the cultivation stone pillar...... Not only have I stepped into the initial stage of body quenching, but my strength is stronger than those who have just broken through to the stage of body quenching! Not to mention that I have two or three hundred catties of strength. ”

Ye Feng took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"My change obviously stems from the ring my father left me...... Now, the ring turned into a drop of red liquid and melted into my body. ”

"After that, I heard the dragon's groan and saw the legendary dragon...... Could that drop of blood be 'dragon's blood'?"

In Ye Feng's heart, a crazy thought suddenly popped up.

Dragon, Dragon's Blood......

Dragons are undoubtedly the most "godly" creatures in this world.

It is said that dragons have the power to turn the world upside down.

"That drop of dragon blood changed my physique, talent, and made me reborn?" Ye Feng thought.

"Whatever...... It's always a good thing to step into the first level of body quenching! What I have to do now is to go to the family's "Tibetan Martial Pavilion" and select a few low-level martial arts. ”

Thinking of this, Ye Feng walked out of the small courtyard and prepared to go to the Zangwu Pavilion.

The Ye family's collection of martial arts has a large collection of low-level martial arts, as well as a small number of intermediate-level martial arts.

House rules:

The children of the beginner-level family can go to the Tibetan Martial Pavilion to select three low-level martial arts to cultivate.

As for intermediate-level martial arts, only those who have broken through to the "high-level of quenching the body" or above are qualified to cultivate.

Martial arts, although it cannot improve the cultivation of martial artists, can help martial artists better exert their strength.

To put it bluntly, martial arts is "skill".

For example, Ye Feng now, he doesn't know any martial arts, and if he punches with all his strength, he can't fully exert the strength of his body.

And if he had cultivated the Attack Martial Arts, it would have made a big difference.

If he cultivated the attack martial arts to the extreme, with the same cultivation, even if his strength was doubled, it was not impossible.

Martial arts are generally divided into three categories.

Offensive Martial Arts, Defensive Martial Arts, and Body Martial Arts.

Attack martial arts, pay attention to the skills of attacking.

Among the martial artists of the same cultivators, one has not cultivated attack martial arts, the other has cultivated attack martial arts, and the latter is enough to completely abuse the former.

Defensive martial arts, on the other hand, tend to cultivate the physical body, so that the physical body has strong defensive power.

Body martial arts is to affect the flexibility and speed of martial artists.

"Ye Feng!"

As soon as he walked out of the house, Ye Feng heard a sharp voice behind him.

A slave with a thin body, a dry face, and a broom, looked at Ye Feng and said sharply: "Come here......! Otherwise, I'll beat you up!"

"Huh?"

When Ye Feng saw this slave, his eyes flushed red.

This slave's name was Wang San, and when his grandfather was still there, this Wang San followed him, slipped his beard and patted his horse, and gained a lot of benefits from him.

But when his grandfather died, this Wang San completely changed his face, relying on his strength close to the initial level of quenching, he bullied him a lot, and even often threatened him to let him help with his work.

When the maid Lan'er next to him is still there, she will stand up and help him work. Every time he watched Lan'er suffer for him, he couldn't wait to break Wang San's body into ten thousand pieces!

It's a pity that he didn't have that strength in the past, as for now, hum, the new account and the old account are counted together......

"Wang San, what are you talking about?" After Ye Feng broke through to the initial level of quenching the body, he was much more confident, took a step forward, glared at Wang San angrily, and asked in a deep voice.