In the early morning, the sun just rose, the air was a little damp and cold, there was a birdsong of "cuckoo cuckoo" in the forest, a blue python slowly moved through the woods to the body that had been lying all night not far away, and before it was close, a golden claw appeared in the void, grabbed the python and disappeared in place together.

Not long after the python disappeared, "Hmm. The body on the ground let out a boo, the animal skin clothes all over the body have been wet with dew, and the black hair on the head is lying wet on the sand that is still a little soft because of the dew, the pheasant opened its turquoise eyes, pressed one hand on the ground and sat up slowly, exhaled and patted off the sand particles on the hair, remembering last night's events, put the bone earrings held in the other hand into the wet leather leather shirt and leather pocket, a cold wind blew, the pheasant shivered, and his mind cleared up a lot, and it was easy to sort out a lot of things that he felt irritated in his heart, and the pheasant's green pupils suddenly became serious, Quickly jumped in place to the mouth of the passage when the barren tower came over, "boom" splashed very thick and high soft sand grains behind the back, the sand particles fell quickly, a deep pit appeared where the pheasant was sitting just now, and there was a pair of animal skin boots standing at the edge of the pit, wearing boots was a hunchbacked dwarf demon clan with a height of only one meter five, with pointed ears, wearing a cloak that covered the whole body, only leaking a pair of gray eyes and a very thin left arm, which looked directly at the pheasant in the distance.

The pheasant narrowed his eyes, which could make his vision clear quickly, "Calm, scrutiny, decisiveness" These are the three points that Xiu Scar most often admonishes himself, and he looked at the dwarf in silence. After a moment, the dwarf Yin laughed, "Hehe, that's good, how could the Bone Forging Realm find mine? Could it be Divine Sense? No, you kid only forged the Bone Realm, no matter how strong the Divine Sense is, it will not exceed the realm of the main body, how did you find out about me just now?" The dwarf spoke, his voice hoarse as ugly as metal friction, "The wind just now was very cold. "The pheasant opened his mouth and exuded green blood at the same time, the demon clan is a race with a naturally strong physique, and if the physique is strong, it will not care about the ordinary cold wind, let alone shiver. The dwarf's pupils shrunk into a very small dot, and his whole body exuded a strong red blood, the blood was very demonic, and even the range of blood and qi was several times greater than that of the pheasant, and a drop of cold sweat flowed from the pheasant's forehead, at least a guy with the same realm as his grandfather, he thought about this clearly in his mind, turned around and rushed to the passage behind him, the realm couldn't keep up, at least the complexity of the passage in the barren tower was incomprehensible for a few months, and the other party didn't seem to be good at stubble, "If you can't beat it, it's appropriate to run in any situation" Both Xiu Scar and Qing Wuheng have said that the pheasant rushes forward with his physical strength, the light in the passage is very dim, the blue flame will disappear automatically during the day, and the magic power that shrinks into inches is difficult to control in the narrow passage, and the familiarity of the barren tower is more confident than any clansman, shuttling around in the intricate passages, but the pheasant suddenly stopped, and the dwarf demon clan did not catch up, and in an instant, the pheasant began to run towards the exit gate of the first layer again, and did not keep up, so as not to let the pheasant run and have no place to run.

Opening the door of the first floor, the sunlight suddenly became very strong, and the pheasant was so stabbed by the light that he had to squint and rush out without looking back, passing through the group of demon beasts that greeted him cordially on the periphery of the barren tower, and re-exuded his blood and qi and took steps, shrinking the ground into inches to the extreme that he could achieve so far, and disappeared into the deep forest in a few blinks. At this time, the dwarf demon clan behind the barren tower stared at the ground with wide eyes and trembled, and the barren tower seen in the gray pupils turned into a straight line of blue flames, and this line slowly cracked into a blue eye, as if a dormant desolate beast woke up, and the powerful coercion made the demon beasts on the periphery of the main gate of the barren tower tremble and bow down, the dwarf couldn't bear the powerful coercion, opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of green blood, and the green skin on his face cracked slightly, "Seniors spare their lives, spare their lives." The dwarf's voice was very sharp, and the sound of "rolling" from the barren tower was very flat, but it was as if a thunderbolt swept the dwarf far away, and a large mouthful of green blood spurted out of the air, breaking a few trees, and falling to the ground coughing up blood, seriously revealing a resentful look, and then got up in embarrassment and fled quickly to the forest.

At the north gate of the Yinglong tribe, a burly figure stood in front of the door, with a resolute face and a powerful body full of explosive power exposed to the outside, and the same green eyes as the pheasant, but that kind of look was very majestic, the Yinglong tribe patriarch was immortal, the demon clan had a long lifespan, and the hundred-year-old Qing Wuheng was at the peak of his life, with green hair flying in the wind, like a demon king.

Chang Kele stood behind Qing Wuheng and didn't dare to speak, "Where did the green pheasant go?" Qing Wuheng glared, and the coercive blood qi belonging to the Great Perfection of the Gathering Spirit Realm instantly emanated, "The small, the small one really doesn't know." Long Coke was timid by nature and replied with a trill. Qing Wuheng showed a small piece of green tendon on his forehead and was about to get angry, he turned around suddenly, and a few chirping geese flew out of the deep forest not far away, and for some reason, Qing Wuheng exhaled. "When the pheasant came back, he asked him to come to me. After speaking, he turned around and walked back to the tribe, "Yes" Chang Cola also exhaled, and sat on the ground sweating profusely and gasped for breath, recalling that he had forgotten to breathe when he was suppressed by Qing Wuheng just now. Looking up at the geese flying in the sky, he lowered his head and sighed, "Qingzhi, Qingzhi really killed me, look at my new shoes are dirty." He took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the boots in front of him, and after wiping them for a while, he felt that something was not right, and Chang Cola said to himself, "When did I have such good boots?" and looked down at the old cloth boots on his feet, "These are my boots, so whose boots am I wiping?" Chang Cola said to himself, looking up at the boots, a pair of green eyes were looking at him with a smile.

"I thought that the tribe added the treatment of returning from abroad to enjoy the treatment of shoeshine, it turned out to be my first share, haha. Qingzhi smiled and sarcastically laughed at Long Coke, and the rare natural stupidity of Long Coke was obviously often amused by Qingzhi. According to the speed of Chang Coke, it will take a while to walk to Yinglong Palace, and a few figures walked in front of him, blocking the way to Yinglong Palace, Qingzhi raised his eyebrows, I don't know whether he wanted to or not, his demeanor and movements became more and more like the traces of his departure. Those few standing figures are headed by a demon clan with a horn on his head, he is Qinglie, because his brother is the strongest combat power of the younger generation of the tribe, and often bullies the weak, but the childish code of conduct has always been a good boy who is low-key and does not fight and studies seriously, but that is when the cultivation marks are still there.

"Yo Yo, isn't this the long mouse watching the gate, where is this going with the young young master of our tribe?" Qing Lie said with a hint of ridicule in his tone, "Our young young master doesn't study hard at home, and dares to go out when the demon star was born last night, tsk, he deserves to be the first reading position in the tribe." Several teenagers who followed Qinglie laughed, reading is completely something that only the weak do in their opinion, they advocate strength, what Qingzhi does is stupid in their eyes, they are also stupid in the eyes of Qingzhi, they are not used to each other and have no way to take Qingzhi can only verbally damage him, Qingzhi has always regarded Qinglie as a child, and the childish child said childish words, even if Qinglie is two years older than him and has become an adult, the enlightenment power of cultivating traces to teach Qingzhi is not a technique of reaching out to turn over the clouds and rain, but a book called "Thousand Faces Heart Technique" The main purpose of the books is to exercise the minds of the young, which has led to the fact that the children of the youth now treat any people of the same race with different identities differently. Qing Zhi listened to Qing Lie's ridicule without the anger of a teenager of the same age, but narrowed his eyes slightly.

Chang Kele saw that the situation was not right, and immediately replied cautiously, "The patriarch asked me to take the young master of Qingzhi to meet in the Dragon Palace, and ask the young master Qinglie to let me go." ”

"What kind of green onion are you, your master hasn't spoken yet, and a dog dares to bark first? It seems that I want to teach your master a lesson on how to be a good dog!" Qing Lie exuded pale green blood, and the strength of the eight grades of the Forging Bone Realm was displayed, and the corners of his mouth rushed forward with a hideous smile, and the blood on his fist was hazy with a trace of pale green blood, and Chang Cola retreated in horror, but the speed of retreat was obviously not able to catch up with Qing Lie's fist getting closer and closer, "Boom!" The ground was dusty, and several teenagers who followed Qinglie couldn't see what was going on, the dust dispersed, leaving Qinglie who bent down and punched the ground with a punch, not far from Qinglie, Qingzhi dragged the long cola that was paralyzed on the ground with one hand, with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at Qinglie who was empty with a punch and smiled, "Teach me a heartfelt slave to be a dog?" It seems that you have been a very good dog, but you better find someone else to inherit it, my loyal servant is not willing to be a dog." Ignoring the grateful gaze of President Coke, Qingzhi's face smiled brightly, but Qinglie seemed to be a mockery of his own strength, he did not have Qingzhi's high emotional intelligence, he was a hot-blooded teenager, and then he exuded a strong blood and rushed towards Qingzhi "Go to death, eat me and break the military fist" This is Qinglie's brother Qingkui taught him the tribal demon fist privately, and the fist is wide open and attacks Qingzhi, "Don't be impulsive" The rest of the teenagers stepped forward to organize, Qingzhi is the grandson of the patriarch, if they are disabled by Qinglie, they will also be affected, but their realm is not as good as Qinglie, and the speed naturally can't keep up, Chang Kele looked at the fist that was getting closer and closer, and wanted to push away Qingzhi's legs were already scared and weak, and it was difficult to even speak, Qingzhi's way to deal with it was very simple, he reached forward and opened his five fingers, and collided with the violent fist, the air stopped at this moment, Chang Kele's horror, the rest of the teenagers were stunned, and the face was hideous Qinglie。

The palm of the hand did not shatter as expected, did not even twist or fracture, and just caught the punch so blandly. There were ripples in the air, and the childish expression was still with a cynical smile, "poof", a trace of green blood spurted out from the thick arm, and the blood dripped on the ground and did not disperse, Qing Lie's cry of pain seemed to be shocked out, and the fist that touched the childish palm began to crack from the fingers, and the blood spewed out slowly to the shoulder, "You have abolished my hand! Qing Lie couldn't believe it, not only him, but all the clansmen of the Ying Long tribe standing on the field hadn't reacted yet. This is Qingzhi's first shot, they were shocked, the previous nerd young master took action to abolish the younger generation in the tribe is also very powerful Qinglie, "Go back to your brother to get some medicine to wipe it, you should be glad that you are my clansman." Qingzhi still said with a smile.

A gust of wind blew through the fallen leaves on the ground, the atmosphere on the field was very depressing, and a bug crawled out of the pit that had just been punched out of the ground, and a few beads of sweat were drawn on the foreheads of several teenagers who followed Qing Lie, recalling what Qing Zhi said just now, Qing Lie was abolished like this, and one hand was actually merciful to the other party's thoughts on the love of the same clan, "Qing Zhi! bastard, you actually dare to abolish me, don't you know who my brother is!" Qing Lie, who was lying on the ground, gritted his teeth and said with the pain of blood flowing from his arm. Chang Kele stood up in a panic and whispered to Qing Zhi, "Qing Kui Shou broke through to the Ming Blood Realm last month, and he is the most promising young genius in the tribe to break through the Gathering Spirit Realm, Qing Zhi, you are humble, we can only do this in this matter, the patriarch admires Qing Kui very much." Qingzhi raised his eyebrows, children are children, and if the young ones can't beat them, they will find the old ones. Thinking of this, Qingzhi walked forward and looked at the cyan blood stains on the ground with a smile. "You want to apologize to me, I slapped myself ten times and wasted my own hands, I can just forget it, otherwise, hum, my brother came to cripple you, and the patriarch won't say anything for you as a waste. Qing Lie's expression was hideous, "pop" a crisp sound, all the teenagers, including Chang Cola, looked at the slap marks on Qing Lie's face incredulously, a trace of blood flowed down the corner of Qing Lie's mouth, he stared at the not burly figure in front of him now, Qing Zhi turned his back to the sun, looked a little gloomy, and said calmly, "Are you awake?" Qing Lie didn't understand how he had the courage to slap him, but he was really sober, and the not burly figure in front of him had just abolished one of his arms, and he didn't know whether he was nervous or afraid to ooze a few beads of sweat on his forehead. "Are you crazy. "He is very unwilling, he is not naïve, he does not have the mind and emotional intelligence far beyond his peers, and some are just the enthusiasm and innocence that a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy should have. But at this time he had to restrain these tempers, his brother had told him that he had a bad temper but that he was normal at this age. If his temper is normal, the teenager in front of him is definitely a madman.

Qing Zhi looked at Qing Lie on the ground and was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "Do you know why Qing Kui is the number one combat force of the tribe?" Qing Lie nodded, his arm was still very painful, but the question mentioned his brother, and he had to answer, "Because of my brother's efforts, my brother's talent." After speaking, he lowered his head, maybe the sun was a little dazzling, Qingzhi smiled, did not answer, walked past Qinglie, "wrong" Qingzhi spoke, "Why" Qinglie was puzzled, the figure didn't seem to hear, still walked forward and continued to walk, Chang Cola quickly followed, and when he walked to Qingzhi's side. Qingzhi turned around, the sun reflected on his side face, the breeze blew, and a few strands of black hair floated out of the dust.

That day, a teenager named Qingzhi turned around and said a word to another teenager who had failed miserably.

"Because, I'm still underage. "Because he is still underage, the Qingkui is the strongest combat force of the younger generation of the tribe.