The warm wind blew across his cheeks, bringing up a few strands of green and white hair flying.

The spring of the Dawu Dynasty and the advent of Xuerui City, the snow melted, taking away the blood splattered in the cold night.

Snow mixed with blood, melted into the dirt, and diluted everything.

The sky is clear, and the city is clean again.

It's just that the sun is warm, but it can't melt away the cold ice in people's hearts, and the snow water is pure, but it can't dilute the hatred in people's hearts!

Chen Feng desperately pounded the stake in front of him, venting all the anger and hatred in his heart to the stake in front of him, turning hatred into the motivation for his cultivation.

"Drink!" Chen Feng roared angrily, and a punch slammed into the stake, breaking out with a loud bang.

But he had just cultivated, and although such tempering could make his cultivation improve as soon as possible, it was also a great pain for him.

It had been frantically beaten for several hours in the morning, and Chen Feng's hands were already bloody and blurred, and even the wooden stakes were stained with a layer of blood. It's just that for the pain, Chen Feng has long been numb.

The first realm of cultivation is called the Hundred Refining Realm, which means that it is tempered into steel, and only by constantly tempering the body can a good piece of steel be polished and made into a sharp blade!

This is a huge martial arts training ground, enough to accommodate thousands of disciples. And not far from Chen Feng, several eleven or twelve-year-old boys were looking at Chen Feng and pointing.

"Look, madman Chen is self-harming again!"

"What kind of self-harm? People are cultivating hard. ”

"What kind of hard cultivation? He thinks that if he works so hard, he will be able to make up for the age gap? On the way to cultivation, he has to lay a good foundation for his body since he was a child, and it is best to start cultivating at the age of seven or eight, and we also started cultivating at the age of eight, beating wooden stakes every day, and now at the age of twelve, we have only reached the sixth level of the Hundred Refining Realm, which shows how difficult it is to cultivate. However, the older he gets, the more difficult it is to cultivate, and the more difficult it is to improve, he only entered the sect at the age of sixteen and became a disciple of an outer sect, no matter how talented he is, no matter how hard he tries, he will still lose to his age!"

"yes, he's so old!"

These children don't seem to be big, but they have been cultivating in the outer courtyard of the Burning Sky Sword Sect for three or four years. He is no longer an ignorant child, but a cultivator, with five or six levels of the Hundred Refining Realm, even at their age, it is enough to kill a cow with one punch.

As they said before, the best age to cultivate is seven or eight years old.

If it is too early, the bones are too brittle and easy to leave wounds. If it is too late, the bones will be basically formed, and the difficulty of cultivation will inevitably increase.

Therefore, in the Dawu Dynasty, anyone who had a little common sense of cultivation would basically let their children enter the sect to cultivate when they were seven or eight years old.

If it is some powerful families, they will also buy elixirs and hire powerful cultivators to cut the marrow of the child's muscles and lay a good foundation.

Among these children, two were the children of the big family in Xue Rui City, and the family had laid a solid foundation for their cultivation long before they were seven years old.

Therefore, even if they didn't work very hard in their cultivation, their cultivation still surpassed many people with ease.

This is the gap between the rich and the poor, now that they have won at the starting line, their cultivation will go to a higher level in the future, leaving those ordinary children farther and farther away, until they can no longer see their backs.

It is precisely because of such self-confidence that they dare to blatantly discuss Chen Feng here.

"At the age of sixteen, he is still delusional about cultivating, how powerful does he really think he can cultivate?"

"Have you heard? At the beginning, the outer courtyard of the sect recruited new disciples, in order to be able to worship the Burning Sky Sword Sect, that Chen madman braved the heavy snow and knelt at the door of the courtyard master for three days and three nights. In the end, the courtyard master agreed to let him cultivate for half a year, and if he couldn't reach the ninth level of the Hundred Refining Realm within half a year, he would be driven out of the outer courtyard. ”

"Madman Chen agreed?"

"Yes. ”

"Hahaha, he has reached the ninth level of the Hundred Refining Realm within half a year? Who does he think he is? We, the children of the family, cultivated at the age of eight, and it took three or four years of hard cultivation to reach the sixth level. How could he, a lowly person, reach the ninth level within half a year?"

"Maybe it's because I want to cultivate and want to go crazy, thinking that as long as I work hard enough, I can make up for it. It won't be long before he will know that diligence can make up for his shortcomings, but there are some congenital deficiencies that cannot be made up no matter how hard he tries. ”

"Wait, wait and see how he is kicked out of the outer courtyard in half a year!"

"The days of cultivation are really boring, and occasionally some entertainment programs are also good!"

"Hahaha, that's right!"

Those eleven or twelve-year-old teenagers laughed loudly, not at all worried about being heard by Chen Feng.

Chen Feng ignored their ridicule at all. He didn't even listen to what they were saying, he just kept his head buried in penance.

They didn't know that all their pride was not worth mentioning in front of Chen Feng.

Although he looked fifteen or sixteen years old now, his real age was only six years old. This was not the case with his original body, everything that had changed had happened a few days ago.

He was originally the son of the head of the Chen family, a famous alchemy family in Xuerui City, but just a few days ago, the Chen family had just refined a furnace of elixir for the Dawu Dynasty, and at night, a man in black entered the Chen family and slaughtered the Chen family.

Chen Feng swallowed a large amount of elixir in a daze, causing the medicine in his body to rush and enter a state of suspended animation, and only then did he escape.

And when he woke up again, he found that his body, because of swallowing a large amount of elixir, had become fifteen or sixteen years old.

Looking at the corpses that fell in front of his eyes, Chen Feng was frightened, sad, angry, and even more helpless!

Chen Feng, who is only six years old, is far more mature than ordinary children. He escaped from here, and half a day later he changed his name and appeared in the city of Snowy under a new identity, and decided to study in the Burning Sky Sword Sect.

Only when his strength is strong enough can he ensure that he survives, can he find out the real culprit, and avenge the Chen family.

This is the truest thought in Chen Feng's heart!

So he braved the heavy snow and knelt at the door of Chen Tiannan, the master of the outer courtyard of the Burning Sky Sword Sect, for three days and three nights.

He wants to numb himself with cold ice and snow and dust his strong revenge.

So he renamed himself Chen Feng!

Finally, his perseverance for three days and three nights moved Chen Tiannan and gave him a chance.

However, for Chen Feng, this glimmer of opportunity is enough.

Although it has only been half a year, Chen Feng is still full of confidence in himself.

He was the young master of the alchemy family before, and before he officially started cultivating, the Chen family must have spent a lot of resources to lay a foundation for him. His foundation is only much higher than that of the previous children.

Moreover, he had swallowed a large amount of elixirs before, even Chen Feng didn't know what the elixirs he ate were for.

At this moment, he felt that there was a raging fire in his body, providing him with a steady stream of energy.

And all he has to do is to use this energy to make himself as strong as possible in the shortest possible time.

Becoming stronger,

Becoming stronger,

Get strong enough!

"I want to be stronger!" Chen Feng always kept this thought in his mind.

"Drink, drink......" frantically pounded the stake without stopping.

Even though his hands had been worn out and oozing blood, Chen Feng was unaware.

Dangdang!

A loud bell rang in the martial arts training ground, and all the disciples stopped cultivating one after another and walked towards the food hall in the kitchen.

Chen Feng slapped the last time hard, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity. Then he took out a few strips of cloth, bandaged his hands briefly, and then walked to the dining hall.

Chen Feng only took two white-flour steamed buns, then left the hall and returned to the martial arts training ground.

The Hundred Refining Realm is to temper one's body by constantly beating wooden stakes, and excrete the impurities in the body as much as possible to achieve the effect of purifying the body. After that, you can cultivate the mental method, absorb the spiritual energy, and use the spiritual power.

One reason for not eating those big fish and meat is because Chen Feng is afraid of delaying his cultivation, and the other reason is that he has no money.

After eating white-flour steamed buns, I went to the side of the martial arts training ground and drank a few sips of spring water. This spring water flows out of the mountain behind Cuiwei Mountain, with a trace of aura, and drinking more is better.

After resting for more than ten minutes, Chen Feng returned to the stake and began to beat the stake.

At this time, there was still more than half an hour before the start of martial arts practice, and the other disciples were resting on the side. At this moment, seeing Chen Feng cultivating in such a race against time, some disciples were inspired and followed up to cultivate.

The rest time has not yet ended, and most of the disciples in the martial arts training ground have already begun to cultivate, and they are not to be outdone.

On a tall building in the Outer Sect of the Burning Sky Sword Sect, there was a middle-aged man standing next to Chen Tiannan. Heroic and powerful, you can see that your cultivation is not weak.

"It's a good atmosphere!" Chen Tiannan smiled: "What do you think of that kid?"

"You fancy that kid?"

"You're not optimistic?"

"Although the perseverance is not bad, and I work hard enough, I am still too old after all, and I am afraid it is difficult to achieve anything. ”

Chen Tiannan shook his head slightly: "Zitong, this is that you haven't seen it thoroughly enough, although age is very important for cultivation, but the heart is the most important thing." I tried him for three days and three nights, and this kid is not easy!"

"Then I'll wait and see what is so good about this kid!" Sang Zitong also smiled slightly.

The two big men in the outer courtyard of the Burning Sky Sword Sect watched Chen Feng from a distance, but Chen Feng didn't know anything.

It had been the third day since he entered the outer courtyard to cultivate, although he beat his hands to the point of flesh and blood every day. But after one night, even if he didn't apply medicine, the wound on his hand was healed.

The unremitting efforts of the past three days also made Chen Feng see that he was constantly improving all the time.

Finally, he felt his strength suddenly double that of before.

Rumble!

A fist slammed into the wooden stake, and a stream of red light flowed through Chen Feng's meridians.

Chen Feng clenched his fists, his face was slightly excited: "The first level of the Hundred Refining Realm has been completed!"