Huanyu Continent, and the southwest of the state, Hedong County.

At dawn, a young man in Tsing Yi stood on a high cliff, looking down at the Valley of Forgotten Worries and the stars in the sky.

Autumn is thick, the frost is deep at night, and the boy who has not moved a single step all night is also covered with a layer of white frost on his clothes.

He didn't seem to be conscious, just staring due east.

The bright star in the sky suddenly shone brightly.

The young man's eyes flashed, he was originally like a sculpture, and his momentum suddenly skyrocketed, on this cliff, the essence above his head burst out in an instant, and the golden light hung upside down like a heavenly river, straight into the sky.

After the martial artist cultivates from the realm of foundation foundation to the realm of qi cultivation, the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head will naturally exude essence when cultivating, and it is not clear enough during the day, if it is in the dark night, it can be seen very clearly, the hazy place is like smoke and fog, and the sharp place is like a sword and a knife, as if it is about to tear the sky!

As the saying goes, the spirit of true martial arts can soar into the sky.

Ordinary martial arts practitioners, the essence of the hair, there are seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple, and there are also multi-colored mixed, with the seven colors coming out together and not mixing for the highest level. The golden essence on the top of this young man's head was just a variant of the yellow essence, but the strange thing was that even a person who was born with a colorful essence could not be as bright as this young man's essence when he was in the realm of qi cultivation.

On the horizon, a comet crossed the golden star, and at this moment, the young man suddenly drew his sword!

The sword color is vermilion, where it dances, it seems that the red flame rushes straight to the full moon, and the sword wind attracts the autumn air of slaughter, which is extremely fierce, and where it sweeps, it seems that the red tide sweeps the sky, and it is like a wildfire burning all over the wasteland.

The sword moves like the wind, the sword rolls like a forest, the sword sweeps like fire, and the sword breaths like a mountain. This little boy's swordsmanship is deeply rooted in the key to the four-character mantra of "Wind Forest Volcano" said by the ancient martial arts sages.

After a set of Dongchen swordsmanship, he suddenly inserted the red sword in his hand into the earth and stone on the top of the cliff, only to hear a sharp sound of breaking the sky, and then the gravel splashed, and the roar was everywhere, and the whole boulder turned into a dazzling gold, falling from the cliff one after another, turning into a brilliant rain of fireworks and stones!

At the same time, the Luliang Mountain Range, not far from the Valley of Forgotten Worries, suddenly shook, the ground shook, and a large area of thick forests was uprooted by an invisible force, rolling up countless sand and gravels, and flying towards the sky.

The dazzling golden Dongchen Star in the sky turned into blood red in an instant, as if it had been coated with cinnabar, and the blood light that shook the sky and the earth roared down, and the trees, trees, soil and stones that rose to the sky were shattered and turned into smoke.

At this time, around the Luliang Mountain Range, there were nine golden dragons, breaking through the mountains and roaring towards the blood light!

The golden dragon roared into the sky, cutting through the blood curtain, and the dragon was mighty, shaking the sky.

When the young man saw this scene, he showed a slightly stunned look, then regained his composure, and said in a low voice: "The way of the samurai, you should first cure the heart." Mount Tai collapsed in front and the color remained unchanged, and the elk was on the left and did not look instantly, and then it could control the interests and harms, and it could treat the enemy. ”

This is the last of the ancient ancestors, the sentence in the "Martial Classics and Heart Arts" left by Wu Chuanfeng, the martial ancestor.

Nine thousand years ago, the ancestors of the ancestors all disappeared, nowhere to be found, and the demon clan who was exiled to the East China Sea, but joined hands with the Southern Barbarians, made a comeback, Amaterasu, Tsukiyo, Susa, the three major demon gods, led 800,000 demon soldiers, Shiva, Shinu, and the three great Brahma gods, led eight barbarians to 6 million, and killed into the Central Plains.

The people cried and grabbed the earth, hoping to be saved by the ancestors, so there were Wu Zu from Taiyue, with a seven-foot iron sword in his hand, fought for three years, beheaded the three barbarian gods, swept the eight tribes, and exterminated the demons, and suppressed the three demon gods in the East China Sea with Penglai, Yingzhou, and Abbot Sandao. Since then, the demon has disappeared, and Kyushu has been peaceful!

The ancestors were angry, and they caught the mountains and took the mountains, like picking a feather, how majestic.

After Wuzu rectified the mountains and rivers, he redrew the boundaries of Kyushu, and integrated the world's martial arts into one furnace, creating twelve volumes of the "Book of Martial Arts", leaving them to future generations, and then at the top of Tianzi Peak, he cut through the void and flew away.

It's a pity that 4,000 years ago, the Xiuzhen faction arose, the three religions of Buddhism, Taoism and the Demon divided the world, using "faith" as a guise to fool the people, since then the martial arts have been decadent, and the martial arts practitioners have been suppressed and bullied by the Xiuzhen, the twelve volumes of the "Martial Classics" have been scattered everywhere, and now less than one-tenth of them remain in the world.

Thinking of this, the young man Wu Feng smiled bitterly and withdrew his gaze from afar.

His last sword, the stone rain and fireworks splashed, have not yet fallen to the ground, and from a close distance, it looks like a meteor shower, which is even more dazzling than the scene of Nine Dragons drinking blood in the distance.

Wu Feng suddenly realized something, turned around and left.

In the distance, the blood light faded, and the nine golden dragons turned into a huge seal "Wu" character, circling in the air for a long time.

On this night, Dongchen shines on the blood, and the Nine Dragons move the earth, although it is not known by ordinary monks, but it will cause a great turmoil in this cosmopolitan continent!

Wu Feng wore autumn frost and carried a sword on his back, and slowly walked down from the high mountain. He is thirteen years old this year, but he has grown to a height of nearly 1.7 meters, not inferior to an adult at all, his face is extremely delicate, but there is no childishness, and the lines reveal a bit of sharpness and toughness.

As he walked down the mountain, he was approached by two teenagers his age, one in a blue robe and the other in black arrow sleeves.

"Hey, Wu Feng, the cultivation is really hard. The blue-clothed young man with a bit of bewitching appearance said with a smile.

"It's just that no matter how hard you practice, how can you withstand the opportunity left by the sages?" the young man in black laughed even louder, his face full of pride.

Wu Feng looked at the two of them with a faint gaze.

The blue-clothed young man's name is Lin Yan, and the black-clothed young man's name is Yuan Shu, just like him, they are both disciples of Xiao Yangge, the valley master of the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows.

Looking at the looks on the faces of the two, Wu Feng already understood what was going on, and said coldly: "The results of the Ten Masterpieces assessment have come out?"

Yuan Shu laughed out loud and said, "Yes, you have lost the qualification of the young generation of seed masters!

The Valley of Forgotten Worries is a branch of the Shentang Sect, the number one sect in the Shenwu lineage, among the three major veins of martial artists today. Every five years, Forget Sorrow Valley will select thirty seed players who are about ten years old, and give them Xuantian tokens that can help them cultivate and increase their understanding, and then evaluate them after five years, and the top ten will be awarded the title of "Ten Masters", who will enjoy honor in the door and enjoy the benefits of being sent to the main hall for cultivation.

The unsuccessful seed contestants will have their tokens withdrawn, and like ordinary disciples, they will no longer be able to receive the key training of the sect. If nothing happens, these people will never have a chance to reach the peak of martial arts in their lives.

"It's a shame that the master values you so much, you really have failed his old man's high hopes, alas. Lin Yan looked at Wu Feng contemptuously and said, but his mouth spit out pretentious words.

Yuan Shu's laughter had already attracted a large group of disciples who had gotten up in the morning, and they were not afraid of big things one by one.

Wu Feng suddenly felt a fierce fire rushing up from the lobes of his lungs.

But he suppressed his emotions and said, "While I should indeed return the token, it doesn't seem that it should be collected by the two of you. ”

Hearing this, Lin Yan and Yuan Shu looked at each other and laughed wildly!

Yuan Shu suddenly took out a sword-shaped black waist card from his waist and shook it violently in front of Wu Feng's eyes: "Look, what is this! Open your eyes wide and take a good look." ”

Lin Yan said: "Yes, because the two of us have performed well in the big competition, we have been selected as law enforcement envoys among the young disciples, and we have the right to take back the Xuantian token of the Ten Masters who have been selected by the Ten Masters. The law enforcement order is here, as if you see the master in person!"

For a while, everyone's eyes were focused on the token in Lin Yan and Yuan Shu's hands, and low discussions sounded from time to time.

"I envy their good fortune. ”

"Now it is claimed that three thousand ruins were born together, and anyone who has an organic fate can get it, maybe I will ...... it one day."

"Do your daydream, how many are millions of martial artists in the world? That Dragon and Snake Venerable Wang Chao entered the Tao from martial arts, and was the first to be honored, and the relics left behind are the top grades in the ruins, Lin Yan and Yuan Shu have obtained their inheritance, and their future prospects must be unlimited. ”

"It's a pity that Wu Feng's qualifications are not bad, he is still the orphan of Elder Wu, but he has offended these two rising stars of tomorrow, and he will not have a good life in the future!"

"That's natural, but it's a pity that the valley lord values him so much, saying that he is steady and steady, and he will succeed in the future. Hey, you can't even get into the Ten Masters, what kind of achievement?"

Most of the people's discussions were a little gloating. Tending to be inflammatory, basing happiness on the suffering of others, is a common problem for many people, and the same is true for these ordinary disciples of the Valley of Forgetting Sorrows. What's more, Lin Yan and Yuan Shu have now obtained the inheritance of the Dragon and Snake Venerable Wang Chao, and they have instantly become a handsome man who has not been able to produce a single hero in the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows for a hundred years, who would risk offending them to sympathize with Wu Feng who was humiliated by them?

Wu Feng's chest was stagnant, and he felt that he could barely breathe.

After all, he was only thirteen years old, and although he was calm and precocious, he still couldn't help but worry about honor and disgrace.

Lin Yan is the son of Elder Lin Xiong, and he had a good relationship with him when he was a child, but after Lin Yan grew up, he became frivolous, and took the glory of indiscriminately releasing cannons, which made Wu Feng secretly disgusted, and gradually became estranged from Lin Yan, but it happened that Lin Yan's cultivation encountered a bottleneck, and he went mad, not advancing but retreating, Lin Yan has suffered a lot of white eyes in the past few years, but seeing that Wu Feng is valued by the valley master, he thinks more and more that Wu Feng is alienated from himself because he dislikes him for regression, and now he has been inherited by the Dragon and Snake Venerable Wang Chao, and he is proud, why don't you slap your face back?

As for Yuan Shu, he was the son of a beggar, and the valley owner Xiao Yangge saw him pitiful and accepted him as a small servant. At the time when Lin Yan's cultivation was regressing, Yuan Shu was extremely close to him, which in Wu Feng's eyes, it was a similar smell, but the two were indescribably sympathetic, Lin Yan felt that Yuan Shu could comfort himself in the trough, Yuan Shu felt that Lin Yan did not put an elder disciple on his shelf, and the more they looked at each other, the more they looked at each other, almost to the point of breaking their sleeves.

Yuan Shu, a villain who has climbed up from the bottom, has a natural malice, once he gets his will, he will definitely step on people everywhere, not to mention the discord between Wu Feng and Lin Yan, which makes him feel that Wu Feng is born with a stinky face, and he should really step on it to the extreme.

The two continued to approach Wu Feng.

They deliberately released the blood qi of the Bone Refining Realm, and Wu Feng was now only at the peak of his Qi cultivation, a cut lower than them, and under their pressure, he became more and more breathless.

Yuan Shu and Lin Yan took one step at a time, walking very slowly, and they didn't seem to exert much force, but each step left a deep imprint on the mountain road, and even the solid mountain road trembled. In this way, the two showed their strength to the onlookers, and even demonstrated to Wu Feng.

Wu Feng heard that in the crowd, several female disciples who had a good impression of him before also began to speak coldly.

There was a gloom in his heart. Wu Feng's Dongchen swordsmanship, using the power of Dongchen's superstar, is based on the righteousness of heaven and earth, and must lay a solid foundation in order to reach the realm of the mighty sword and the inexhaustible power of the stars. Since his father left, although the valley lord Xiao Madge accepted him as an apprentice and pointed him out from time to time, Xiao Madge did not know Dongchen swordsmanship, so he could only point him out on the side. There was no one to directly guide and solve problems, Wu Feng could only grope by himself and move forward slowly, and his cultivation speed slowed down all of a sudden.

But if it weren't for Yuan Shu and Lin Yan to obtain the ancient inheritance, Wu Feng would at least be able to squeeze into the end of the Ten Masterpieces. This Dongchen Sword Technique, there is no one else in the Valley of Forgotten Worries, but it is impossible for no one to practice in the main hall! As long as he can enter the list of the ten masters, there is hope that he will stay in the main hall, so that he can cultivate the Dongchen Sword Technique to the realm of Dacheng and soar to the sky!

And now, it's all a dream.

"Waste, why don't you hand it over?" Yuan Shu smiled cruelly: "In that case, let's go through a few tricks, wait for me to knock out your big teeth, and then search for it from you?"

Lin Yan said pretendly: "Wu Feng, we are friends, you are not a master now, and I am also very sad." It's just that the door rules are like this, and they can't be disobeyed. ”

Wu Feng's cheek muscles twitched slowly.

But at this moment, the magnificent scene at dawn, inexplicably, suddenly resurfaced in front of his eyes.

In front of the mighty mountains and rivers, a moment of honor and disgrace seems so small.

"You have to learn to control your anger. Wu Feng remembered what his father had said. At that time, for a trivial matter, he broke his father's collection of ancient porcelain worth hundreds of gold baht, and his father was not angry, but just said this to him calmly. But for some reason, for a few days after the incident, he felt an inexplicable chill down his spine.

The familiar chill surged from the tail vertebrae, but it didn't make him tremble in the slightest, but the anger in his heart receded like a tide.

However, in an instant, Wu Feng felt that he was already standing at a completely different height from Yuan Shu and Lin Yan, like an eagle in the sky, overlooking the grass mustard on the ground.

He stopped gritting his teeth and turned around sharply!

"Stop!" Yuan Shu suddenly screamed angrily, he still had a lot of that he hadn't released, but then he thought that Wu Feng dared to run, and just caught up with him and beat him up!

saw that a delicate silver token had already flown out of Wu Feng's body and fell to the ground.

Wu Feng ignored the malicious gazes of Yuan Shu and Lin Yan, and ignored the various mocking words of the onlookers, and drifted away, his expression had become calm, leaving Lin Yan, Yuan Shu and a group of onlookers on the mountain road, staring wide-eyed.

"Drawing a sword and standing up to fight is not enough courage. There are brave people in the world, and they will not be shocked when they come. There is no reason to add but not anger, and the people who hold it hostage are very great, and its ambitions are far away. ”

"This, the so-called true martial arts!"

At this moment, such words sounded in Wu Feng's heart, and a figure slowly appeared in front of him.

This is a very important sentence in the general outline of Dongchen's swordsmanship, and it has been ten years since Wu Feng heard this sentence from his father when he was three years old.

"Father, I believe that you are not actually dead. But no matter where you go, I don't blame you. At least, you've taught me what a true martial artist is, and that's enough!"

Wu Feng muttered to himself.