In a trance, a thunderous voice sounded in Wang Yue's ears: "Ancient ...... Bloodline ......"

The subsequent feeling is like throwing people into a tightly fitting grinding disc and grinding them carefully, and then throwing them into the thick and sour big ding, and slowly boiling.

It was as if the pain of going through eighteen layers of hell spread throughout the body.

And then it fades away......

In the end, everything returned to peace......

Wang Yue gradually regained consciousness, and his body felt again, every inch of skin and every bone around his body was convulsive, and the pain was unbearable.

The experience just now is so unreal, I don't understand whether it has been a long time, or whether it has passed in an instant with a flick of my fingers, and I only vaguely remember some fragmented impressions in my ignorance.

Wang Yue faintly felt that there might be something extremely important to him in this dream-like memory......

Wang Yue opened his eyes slightly, only to feel that it was unusually dazzling, so he stretched out his right hand to cover his eyes and looked through his fingers.

He found himself lying on a bed made of doors, and someone had carried him back to his cabin.

In the cramped stone house, the walls are not painted, there are not even windows, and only two ventilation holes are left in the place of the roof.

Bright light came in from the two ventilation holes and projected on Wang Yue's body, making Wang Yue feel a trace of warmth.

Wang Yue suddenly felt a headache, touched it with his hand, and it turned out that a large bag the size of a fist was swollen on the back of his head, which was tied with long strips of white linen, and his whole body was tied with white linen like a mummy.

Wang Yue was placed on the bed made of door panels like a big zongzi, his chest was in sharp pain, and his ribs seemed to be broken.

On the damp and cold, only a thin quilt on the small bed, Wang Yue felt many cracks in his lips, the tip of his tongue cracked, the epidermis in his mouth cracked and peeled off, and a mouthful of salty breath.

Wang Yue endured the severe pain all over his body, propped himself up with his lightly injured left hand, slowly got up from the small bed, explored the ground with his feet, put on his shoes, and slowly touched the wall outward, trying to find saliva to drink.

Who would have thought that because his body was too weak, Wang Yue tripped over himself, his eyes went dark, and he fainted.

In a trance, Wang Yue's ears seemed to sound like a thunderous voice again: "Ancient ...... Blood...... Awakening ......"

Early in the morning a day later.

Wang Yue woke up again, got up from the stone house, and pushed open the airy door.

Suddenly...... The sunlight suddenly lit up, and suddenly Wang Yue opened his mouth widely, completely stunned.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to be dyed with brilliant and dazzling colors, and it became colorful like a kaleidoscope.

Everything becomes magnificent, bright, and incomparably clear.

Wang Yue could clearly see some fine dust and particles floating in the air.

You can even see the bees flying in the sky ten feet away, and the small and extraordinary veins on the bees' wings.

All the discomfort on Wang Yue's body was swept away, even the lumps on his head had subsided a lot, and the scratches and scratches on his body had begun to scab and heal, and even the broken ribs were healed, and he couldn't see the original blurred flesh and blood at all.

In addition to the physical changes, Wang Yue felt that his brain was also much more flexible, and some things that he couldn't think clearly before could now be understood when he thought about it.

Wang Yue's memory has greatly increased, and the bits and pieces of his fourteen years of life, even the childhood pictures that have been forgotten in the corner of his memory, are also clearly displayed in Wang Yue's mind.

For the first time, I opened my mouth to call my mother immaturely, and the kindness in my mother's eyes;

staggered for the first time, staggering and falling into the warm arms of his mother;

The first time I got the cloth tiger sewn by my mother, I cheered, pulling my mother's fingertips that were pricked by needles and running together;

First ......

In the end, the scene was frozen in the outer martial arts training compound, and was knocked away by Wang Tielong's punch.

Pain!

Heartache!!

Heartache Mother is not !!

Hate!

What a hate!!

I really hate myself for being incompetent!!

Wang Yue held back the anger in his heart and circled back and forth in the house.

Unconsciously, Wang Yue walked out of the Wang family's compound and came to the depths of the secluded alleys in the backstreets where few people passed.

There is a thick banyan tree that is more than three zhang tall and can only be surrounded by three or five adults, and there is a big green stone under the tree. Wang Yue sat on the green stone and gently stroked the rough bark of the old tree with his hand.

Recalling that when he was a child, every time he was bullied, beaten or abused by a little mongrel, Wang Yue hid here alone, hiding under this old banyan tree of unknown years, hiding in the wide shadow of the banyan tree, and cried loudly with his beaten blue and purple arms.

He often fantasized about how nice it would be if he hugged his father.

After crying, Wang Yue always tried his best to dust off his body, smooth out the torn and wrinkled clothes, and then ran to the well in the alley, shook the cool well water, washed the stains on his face, calmed his mood, and then turned back to the warm old house, telling his mother that he accidentally fell down while playing outside, and it didn't hurt at all.

In his mother's warm and comfortable embrace, Wang Yue looked up at his mother's beautiful eyes that were red from crying, and always said: "Yue'er really doesn't hurt, Yue'er is a man and can protect her mother!"

Now, the old mansion that brought him warm memories in pain was also snatched away by the wicked people in the clan after his mother's death.

The middle finger of his right hand was cut deep by the rough bark of the old banyan tree, and the strong feeling of pain interrupted Wang Yue's memory.

Wang Yue stood up, tore off a piece of coarse cloth in his underwear with his left hand, and wrapped the middle finger of his right hand. After a long time, after Wang Yue stabilized his mind, he began to turn his brain and carefully recall the scene at that time.

Especially the scene where Wang Tielong used the "Three Emperors Cannon Hammer Fist Ape Emperor Bombardment to the Sky" to knock Wang Yue away.

Suddenly, Wang Tielong's subtle adjustment of every muscle in his body before punching, to his strength to punch and attack, every movement, every posture, every trajectory, and even Wang Tielong's ugly face, as if he was about to eat people, all emerged in Wang Yue's mind.

Frame by frame, even including the actions and conversations of all the people around the courtyard at that time, together with the leaves falling in the wind, the ants crawling on the ground, the smell of sweat from everyone in the air, and the sound of the wind brought out by Wang Tielong's punch, all of them were clearly displayed in Wang Yue's mind in all directions and dimensions.

Wang Yue began to replace Wang Tielong's image with his own image in his mind, and put it into this scene in his memory, as if he was punching the same self, hitting another self with the "Three Emperors Cannon Hammer Fist Ape Emperor Bombardment".

Wang Yue pulled out his posture and stretched out his fists, and every detail of the punch came to mind in his heart.

Then, punch out!

Punch out!

Boom!

A punch on the old tree.

The thick trunk of the old banyan tree was punched into a deep fist pit, the bark was scattered and scattered, splashing a large cloud of dust on the ground, a fine mark appeared on the white heart of the tree, and the tender green leaves on the crown fell without wind and fell to the ground like rain.

Wang Yue shook his head, and found that his move was a little different from Wang Tielong's move in his impression, and there were many flaws in his swing.

So, Wang Yue revised them one by one according to the memory in his head, and continued to punch after thinking clearly.

Punch out!

Boom!

Another punch hit the trunk of the tree, and the tree shook, and the crack in the heart of the tree widened further.

Wang Yue felt that this was because the way he punched was changed by himself in two or three places, so the force of the blow increased a few points.

Then Wang Yue devoted himself to practice, carefully recalled, and continued to modify the posture of punching.

Bang bang bang......

At this time, if someone passes by here, they will definitely find that Wang Yue and Wang Tielong's punches are exactly the same, without the slightest difference.

As he continued to punch, Wang Yue suddenly discovered that the originally weak true qi in his body had begun to slowly run in the meridians, which was the prelude to advancing to the Martial Dao Duo.

The martial arts are the first to give birth to the true qi, and the martial arts are the second to run the true qi.

It turned out that this was due to the awakening of Wang Yue's ancient bloodline, so that he could refine his body from the cultivation of the "Three Emperors Cannon Hammer Fist Ape Emperor Bombardment of the Sky", and the energy catalyzed in the body followed the human body up to the Parkway, down to the springs and other meridians, circulated throughout the body, and finally merged into the dantian, gradually forming a slightly rotating whirlpool.

This kind of martial arts practice method that only relies on practicing martial arts moves, has no internal strength, and launches the true qi operation retrograde on its own, can be called an ancient anecdote and has never been seen before.

If it is known to people in the rivers and lakes, it will inevitably cause a bloody and tragic chaos.

Wang Yue was overjoyed and closed his eyes excitedly.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Yue suddenly felt a shock in the acupoints of his whole body, and his true qi slowly flowed back to the dantian, and the whole person came to his senses.

Wang Yue opened his eyes, and a bright light flashed in his eyes that he had never seen before.

You must know that each punch technique has a true qi movement and body moves, and only when the two are perfectly integrated will they produce powerful destructive and lethal power.

Just now, Wang Yue had just practiced the likeness, but now through the operation of his true qi, he had finally reached the point of being like a god.

True Qi flowed out in Wang Yue's dantian and was fed into the various meridians in his body.

This true qi flowing out was lively and full of power, and when it flowed through the meridians, the vitality and vitality contained in it slowly penetrated into Wang Yue's various acupoints.

True Qi nourished his whole body and constantly tempered his physique, making Wang Yue feel full of strength, as if he could never finish it.

The speed of punching is getting faster and faster, the body movements are becoming more and more proficient, and the punching technique is like mercury landing, endlessly.

By the time the tenth drill was reached, Wang Yue's speed had doubled faster than before, and his power had at least doubled.

As he continued to practice boxing, his strength continued to increase, his moves became more perfect, and finally he mastered it, and his punching moves improved from being like a god to the realm of unity of gods.

At the last moment, Wang Yue gathered his thoughts, stared at the big tree, regarded this tree as Wang Tielong, and waved his fists.

Between breaths, the qi and blood in the body surged, powerful and endless, a punch went out, and with a "hiss", a fist wind carried through.

Behind Wang Yue, the same as when Wang Tielong punched, a tall and mighty, fierce and toothy giant ape statue appeared.

I only heard a "click", and in the dust flying in the sky, the big tree was broken into two sections.