How did he know that 5,000 yuan was a bonus from the school, and the other nearly 15,000 yuan was a fundraiser in the class after Mr. Wang listened to Ye Zhihan's suggestion, and the students donated it. Among them, Ye Zhihan took out a lot of her savings, and donated more than 10,000 yuan alone!

Although Fang Doudou is the second generation of officials, he is very simple like Ye Zhihan, and he is not the one who likes to ask for money from his family. Even so, he took out more than 2,000 yuan. After all, in this era, the families of ordinary officials are far less wealthy than those of wealthy families.

Chunhe was silent for a while, then looked up a little tired and said, "Tian'er, I'll save this money for your three brothers and sisters, and you can study in peace." ”

"Got it, Mom, I'm going to study." Yingtian was in a heavy mood, knowing that even 20,000 yuan of Yan coins would not be able to support this family for long, and he had to find a way to solve the family's predicament as soon as possible.

However, in order to find his father's killer, he must strengthen himself as soon as possible. He knew that those supreme martial artists were not something they could compete with in the short term.

During this time, Yingtian tried his best to quietly inquire about the Lei Ba Martial Arts Gym, and he thought that his father's affairs might have something to do with Shangtang Wan and the people behind Tang Shaoliang, and he wanted to find some clues from there.

However, in the end, he did not find out the results. He learned that Chen Changsheng, the curator of the Lei Ba Martial Arts Pavilion, was a powerhouse in the middle and late stages of the innate, and he was the person with the highest martial arts realm in the hall.

Because his father once revealed to himself that he was a martial artist in the late realm of the grandmaster. Therefore, Yingtian believes that although the suspicion of the Lei Ba Martial Arts Hall cannot be completely ruled out, their strength will not cause their father to suffer, so they can only continue to inquire and investigate.

These days, the only thing that makes Yingtian happy is that his exploration of "Star Sky Incineration" finally has an eyebrow.

was able to realize something, thanks to the father's previous indoctrination of their martial arts knowledge. Now that I think of those days, my father sacrificed his life for his son when he exchanged his life!

"Astral Celestial Incineration Ceremony" is also a set of mental methods, and it is a more mysterious body refining method than "Sun Lan Moon Heart Technique"! Although the follow-up of this exercise is incomplete, there are also five stages, each of which is equally divided into three phases: the front, middle and the back.

After so many days of forgetting to sleep and eat, Yingtian still touched the threshold of the early stage of the first "Breaking the Source and Consolidating the Foundation" of "Astral Heaven Incineration Ceremony".

Although the progress of his cultivation was slow, he was very satisfied. Even so, he felt that the strength of his physical body could be called a difference compared to before.

During this time, Yingtian went around the town every day after school looking for a place to earn money by doing small jobs. However, every time he found a place where he had an opportunity, the boss saw that he was too young to hire child labor.

Yingtian is very depressed and has always struggled to find a solution to the problem.

On several occasions, when my mother asked about coming home late on the day of the screening, he either said that he was cleaning at school or that he was making up for classes. Anyway, everything he could think of became an excuse to convince his mother.

Yingtian is very ashamed, he has never lied, but now he is very good at it, and this kind of lie can be blurted out at any time. He has no choice, for the sake of his family's future life, he can't care so much.

After the changes in the family, the eleven-year-old Yingtian has become more and more mature and can consider problems in many aspects. But the more I thought about it, the heavier my heart became, and there was nowhere to talk about my troubles.

Whenever this happens, he will blow the bamboo flute to express his nostalgia and make his ambition clear.

Early on Saturday morning, Yingtian went to Gaoping County. Ordinary people have to walk for an hour, but it only took about 20 minutes to get to the city. The consumption of such a little strength is no longer worth mentioning for his current body.

Three hours passed, Yingtian asked a lot of places, and after going to many construction sites, he couldn't get success. He was already a little disappointed, and he had no motivation to continue looking.

At this time, Yingtian saw a smooth and shiny slab stone on the side of the road, and wanted to sit for a while and rest his feet by the way.

"Isn't this the monkey in Lower Tang Bay? Ha ha. A mocking voice rang out behind him.

Yingtian turned his head and saw five young men in uniform walking towards him, each with a striking badge on their chests.

The leader is Tang Shaoliang, the eldest son of the head of the Lower Tangwan family! The other four are all martial artists in the late stage of quenching! Among them, there is a seventh-layer quenching body, two quenching eight-layer martial artists, and the last one is a strong man who has reached the middle of the ninth layer of quenching!

"Boy, your dead ghost dad is gone, shouldn't you become a bear as a hero?" Tang Shaoliang stepped forward with a smile, crossed his hands on his waist, and stared condescendingly at Yingtian, who was a head shorter than him.

Seeing that Tang Shaoliang had insulted his father, Yingtian immediately clenched his fists, his eyes were red, and the fighting spirit around his body had inadvertently burst out, looking straight at the past like an angry lion.

"Huh! That's good, the kid in the middle of the quenching body is still a little bloody. A young man beside Tang Shaoliang squeezed his eyebrows and said.

"Bang!" With a bang, another tall martial artist jerked his leg up and kicked Yingtian in the chest without warning.

Yingtian was caught off guard, and in an instant, he took a few steps back on his back legs, and his hands and palms were unloaded, and he was able to block the opponent's sudden blow. After he stood firm, he squinted his eyes slightly and said excitedly: "How much does it depend on people?" ”

"Hey, it's a quick reaction, it......'s interesting," the tall man who burst into attack laughed meaningfully.

Tang Shaoliang turned his head to look at a group of companions, and said with a smile: "Senior brothers, we don't bully people, so let's take turns, right?" ”

The strong bully the weak, take whatever they want, and can change tricks to get you.

However, this is what Yingtian wants. If the five people on the opposite side go together, he can only run, but if they come to fight in turn, he is still sure of winning.

"I'll come first, I can't bear to let you bully him. He can only let me bully! Ha ha. As soon as a fat-headed, big-eared, eight-layer martial artist finished speaking, he said, "Roar!" There was a long roar, followed by the breath through the arms, the five fingers were divided and hooked like claws, and the tiger-shaped fist flashed.

At the same time, Yingtian took out the flute with him, turned the sword into a flute, and poured the flute body with fighting energy, and the first move of "Hongling Swordsmanship" "Dripping Water Piercing Stones" suddenly attacked, and the tip of the flute turned into a white mang and stabbed straight through.

The fat warrior hurriedly dodged sideways, but his footing was unstable and he almost fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Yingtian performed the second trick "Fishing for the Moon in the Water", one turned around like a spirit snake swinging its tail, the right lunge of the lower plate was steady, the flute was horizontally plucked from the bottom to the top, and the tip of the flute quickly outlined a ring-shaped whirlpool.

"Ahh With a bang, the fat warrior suddenly retreated, with a look of horror in his eyes. His left hand was pressed against the back of his right hand, and blood was oozing from between his fat fingers.

Defeat the enemy in two moves! Tang Shaoliang and the others were dumbfounded, is it so terrifying? You must know that the fat man is a martial artist in the late stage of quenching, and he is actually inferior to the little monkey in the middle stage of quenching?!

A few people's brains couldn't turn for a while, but this kid was lucky and won by luck.

Under the First World War, Yingtian was a little surprised. According to his father, in the same realm, a martial artist with a difference in cultivation needs at least three or more moves to see the difference. From this point of view, could it be that the swordsmanship created by his father is good, so that he can defeat the strong with the weak?

At this moment, another figure flashed, like an arrow from the string, and attacked directly at Yingtian's knee. In front of him, it was another short and thin martial artist who used a monkey-shaped fist.

I saw Yingtian's figure flashing sideways, holding the flute diagonally to block, his body spun violently in the air, and the flute volleyed back to the void. At the moment when he was about to land, he suddenly changed his sword move and struck at the waist and eye of the short and thin man.