Futu Mountain is located in the northern suburbs of the western city, stretching for thousands of miles from east to west, the mountains are quiet and quiet, flowers and plants are everywhere, many warriors will come here every morning to breathe and breathe, practice martial arts, each warrior occupies a vast area, and never interferes with each other.

After leaving the "Fish Breakfast Shop", Ye Xingxing trotted all the way out of the city, followed a rugged mountain road into the depths of Futu Mountain, and finally stopped on a flat hill with a few ancient maples growing on it.

Almost every morning, he would rush here before dawn, and practice the Buddhist martial arts he had learned under the ancient maple tree on the mountain bag, and he would never rest until he was exhausted.

At this time, there was no trace of any warriors in Futu Mountain, and occasionally a few small animals emerged from the forest and grass, and after seeing the leaves on the mountain bag, they immediately rushed into the grass in panic.

The mist in the mountains is gradually dissipating, and the sunlight shines through the clouds and shines on the crystal dew among the flowers and trees, reflecting a colorful light, like a dream, enchanting and charming.

Ye Xingxing rushed here from the Martial Arts Academy in one go, the clothes on his body were soaked with sweat, and he was almost tired to the point of losing his strength, no matter how beautiful the scenery around him was, he had no intention of appreciating it.

"If you can't pass the strength assessment of the Martial Arts Academy, it means that you have lost the qualification to participate in the university college recruitment examination, is it really like what the federal doctors said, I Ye Xingxing will spend my life in dullness and mediocrity? But...... I'm not reconciled!"

The corners of Ye Xingxing's mouth twitched, and he pulled out a helpless wry smile, and lay on his back weakly on a piece of grass under him.

When he was six years old, Ye Xingxing was diagnosed with "menopausal dysmenopausality", a rare disease with a probability of only one in a million, which not only affected his physical health, but also seriously hindered his martial arts cultivation, so that he put in several times more effort than his peers, but the speed of progress in strength was still far behind them.

A federal physician once asserted that no matter how diligent and hard Ye Xingxing was, it would be difficult to make a big breakthrough in martial arts, and throughout his life, it would be a miracle that his final strength could break through the realm of a third-class star martial artist recognized by the Federation.

If it were someone else, he might have been slumped or even depressed by such a heavy blow, but Ye Xingxing has persevered until now with a tenacious belief in his bones that he will never admit defeat and never give up.

Ye Xingxing believes in miracles, so he has been waiting.

But when will the miracle occur?

A gust of mountain wind blew, and Ye Xingxing couldn't help but shiver.

It's not the wind cold, but the heart is cold!

......

The mountain fog dissipated, the sunlight became dazzling, Ye Xingxing retracted his flying thoughts, turned over and sat up, preparing to practice the Buddhist mental method "Yijin Washing the Marrow Sutra" first, and then practice the "Rulai Seven Star Fist" diligently, and return to the city before sunset in the evening.

He had just sat down cross-legged when he raised his eyes to see two flames of light rushing from the western sky, leaping up and down the mountains at a blinding speed, and in the blink of an eye they had landed on the tops of the two nearby mountains.

"That'...... What's that? That's a lot of speed!"

Ye Xingxing suddenly got up, and when he stared at it, he realized that the two flames of light were actually two figures.

The two stood tall and tall, facing each other from a distance, and the light clothes on their bodies danced with the mountain wind, as if they were flying immortals out of the sky.

A loud roar sounded, and the two people standing on the top of the mountain ejected again, this time they did not engage in a game of chasing and chasing, but with the power of thunder, with the power of lightning, they slammed into each other.

"Boom ......"

Like fireworks blooming in midair, a brilliant and dazzling air wave erupted between the two people who collided together, and then surged and spread into the surrounding space like ripples.

The two seemed to be a pair of mortal enemies, their bodies suddenly separated between the mountains, whether it was hand-to-hand fist and foot fighting, or bombardment through air waves, they all tried their best to control each other to death.

Every time they struck, it brought about the effect of landslides and cracks, smoke and dust danced wildly, stone chips splashed, and the whole earth seemed to tremble.

Oh my God, what level of strength have they reached?

Are they star-rated martial artists? No, the strength of star-rated martial artists can't seem to be compared to them!

Are they Yang-level martial artists? No, Yang-level martial artists should be more powerful and powerful than them!

"The strength is stronger than the star-level martial artists, and weaker than the yang-level martial artists, they should be the moon-level martial artists in between, right?" Ye Xingxing looked at the two in the fierce battle dumbfounded, and guessed wildly with his intuition.

There are tens of millions of martial artists in the Federation, and according to the strength of individuals, they are divided into three levels: star, moon, and yang, with star-level martial artists being the weakest, moon-level martial artists second, and yang-level martial artists being the strongest.

And these three levels of martial artists are divided into different ranks.

According to the degree of brightness seen by the naked eye, the celestials divided the stars in the sky into six grades, of which the sixth-magnitude star was the faintest and the first-magnitude star was the brightest.

Ye Xingxing's guess was right, the strength of the two martial artists in front of him did belong to the ranks of moon-level martial artists, and they had the strength of the remnant moon martial artists, the difference was that one of them cultivated ancient martial arts, and the other was a new martial arts cultivator.

Although the moon-level martial artists do not have extraordinary strength and illustrious reputation like the yang-level martial artists, they can be regarded as a strong level among the tens of thousands of martial artists in the Federation, and their strength should not be underestimated.

The strongest martial artist that Ye Xingxing had come into contact with before was his middle school ancient martial arts teacher, a first-class star martial artist of the Federation, and the duel between two moon-level martial artists like this in front of him was the first time he had witnessed it with his own eyes, and he only had the word "shock" in his heart.

"Bang ......"

The ground suddenly trembled, and the two Wanyue warriors jumped from the top of the mountain to a clearing in front of them at the same time, like two 10,000-pound boulders falling, causing the ground to crack into cracks, and quickly extending in all directions like spider webs.

"Good boy, so powerful!

Ye Xingxing hid behind a huge rock, looking at the two Wanyue warriors in the fierce battle dumbfounded, his heart pounding wildly, and the blood in his body boiled endlessly with the brilliant and turbulent air waves and a deafening loud noise.

The two remnant moon warriors attacked each other from a distance, and the qi emitted collided in the air one after another, and then centered on the collision point, it turned into a shock wave and spread outward, and wherever the qi reached, all the flowers, trees, mountains, rocks, and boulders were all turned into powder.

The Waning Moon Warriors possess a "broken gold" level attack power that many martial artists in the Federation cannot match, and even the hard metal will be shattered into pieces under their attacks, not to mention the surrounding grass, trees, mountains and rocks?

Suddenly, a wave of energy rushed out obliquely, hitting the huge rock in front of Ye Xingxing, the rock couldn't bear it, and suddenly turned into stone chips and dust, which spread for a long time.

Ye Xingxing was caught off guard, his body was affected by the residual strength of his strength, and he felt that his chest was as if he had been hit hard by a heavy hammer, and with a muffled snort, his body suddenly flew backwards and hit a waist-thick ancient maple behind him.

That Gu Feng trembled for a while and then stood still, but Ye Xingxing felt as if his muscles and bones were broken, his throat was fishy, and he couldn't help but open his mouth to spew out a cloud of blood mist, and his eyes were a little dark, and he almost passed out.

In a trance, he seemed to see an egg-sized colored ball fly out from between the two Wanyue warriors in the fierce battle, and after drawing an incomparably beautiful colorful arc in the air, it fell sharply towards him like a meteor.

Although the colored ball is not big, but it falls from a high altitude, the speed is amazing, even if it is only made of wood, it will cause great damage if it hits the body, if the head is unfortunately "lucky" by it, the head is broken and the blood flow is light, and it is possible to hang up on the spot if it is serious.

"God, I hope that thing doesn't hit me!"

Ye Xingxing instinctively wanted to move his body to prevent the colored ball from really falling on him, but at this moment he was numb and weak, and he couldn't move half a minute, and even his neck became as stiff as iron, even if his head was tilted to the side, he couldn't do anything.

In desperation, he had to desperately roll his eyes, staring at the colored ball that was like lightning, and secretly prayed in his heart.

There are a lot of things in the world, and the more you worry about it happening, the more likely it is to happen.

The colored ball fell from mid-air, and the direction of the landing point was not biased or crooked, it was Ye Xingxing's head.

"It's over, it's over, I'm going to be tricked! I'm so unlucky!"

Frightened, Ye Xingxing closed his eyes tightly, and the tragic scene of his brain splattering and his head bleeding appeared in his mind.

The strange thing is that when the colored ball fell a foot above Ye Xingxing's head, it seemed to sense something, and it actually paused for a moment, and then smashed it down with faster and more fierce momentum.

There was no imaginary tragic scene, not even a trace of pain, and after the colored ball hit Ye Xingxing's head, it was honestly attached to his scalp.

This result greatly surprised Ye Xingxing, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and secretly called it a fluke in his heart.

A gust of mountain wind blew, and the colored ball above his head suddenly trembled, if Ye Xingxing could see it at this time, he would be surprised to find that the colored ball was rapidly shrinking like ice and snow melting in the trembling, and disappeared in an instant.

At the same time as the colored balls melted, Ye Xingxing felt that the cold and hot air currents poured into his body from the "Baihui Acupoint" on the top of his head, and his head seemed to be torn apart by force, and his heart was in pain.

Because of the pain, Ye Xingxing's consciousness became a little blurred, but he could still clearly feel that the air currents that invaded his body seemed to have a spiritual surname, and they didn't need to be guided by any internal breathing method at all, they just ran and swam on their own, and launched an impact on those abnormal meridians in his body.

If the meridians of the human body are regarded as hollow pipes, then these "pipes" in Ye Xingxing's body, who suffers from "menopausal dysmenorrhea", are not only of different thicknesses, but also tangled and chaotic, and many of them are in a state of blockage and occlusion.

It is this situation that has caused Ye Xingxing's perennial blood and qi stagnation, poor internal breathing, and he looks thin and has a poor complexion on the surface, but it is reflected in martial arts, that is, he has done half the effort, and he has put in ten times more effort than others, but the effect he receives is not even one-tenth of that of others.

And at this moment, the air currents formed by the colored balls were surging and surging in his body, as if he was ambitious to open up and transform those abnormal meridians for him.