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The young man who blocked the way was called Zhou Kan, the same age as Zhou Heng, and he was also seventeen years old. However, his cultivation is much higher than Zhou Heng's, he is already at the sixth level of body refining, and he is just one step away from being able to set foot in the bone refining realm!

Zhou Kan's father is called Zhou Jianming, and his qualifications are also quite good, but unfortunately there is such a genius as Zhou Dinghai in his contemporaries! Under Zhou Dinghai's aura, Zhou Jianming is naturally overshadowed, and he has always been a tragic figure who is compared to green leaves.

Because of this, Zhou Jianming hated Zhou Dinghai to the core, but unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch up with Zhou Dinghai's pace - even if Zhou Dinghai spent most of his time looking for elixir for Zhou Heng.

What made him happy was that his son had inherited his talent and had reached the sixth level of body refining early, something that Zhou Heng couldn't even look up to.

Under Zhou Jianming's secret signal, Zhou Kan has been unable to get along with Zhou Heng, and I don't know how many times this situation has happened now.

"Big waste, what's the matter, are you deaf?" Zhou Kan said with a grin, it used to be because of his father's orders, but now it has become a habit, and it seems that Zhou Heng will feel uncomfortable if he doesn't bully him every day.

Zhou Heng looked at the other party coldly, this guy dared to be so arrogant because his grandfather was also a family elder!

According to the clan rules of the Zhou family, as long as you cultivate to reach the blood refining realm, you can become an elder, and it has nothing to do with age or generation. Once he becomes an elder, then he enters the power center of the Zhou family, which is much higher than the power held by the symbolic head of the family!

Zhou Kan's grandfather, Zhou Xianming, is an existence at the twelfth level of body refining, the number one master of the Zhou family, and the number one elder, with a high position! In addition, Zhou Dinghai has been looking for a "cure" elixir for Zhou Heng all year round, so Zhou Jianming dared to instruct his son to bully Zhou Heng.

"Get out!" Zhou Heng said lightly, and he was about to go around.

- The other party can also take advantage of the prestige on his mouth, but he doesn't dare to really do it, after all, Zhou Heng is not a bitter baby without a father!

"Big waste, your good days are coming to an end!" Zhou Kan moved his feet and blocked Zhou Heng again, "There are more than three months before the year-end celebration, and the family stipulates that anyone who has reached the age of eighteen and has not yet entered the meat refining realm must be removed from the family tree, and must no longer do cultivation, and instead engage in business to earn benefits for the family!"

"When you see me in the future, remember to call me sir!"

"And this crotch, you have to drill it if you don't drill it!

Zhou Kan smiled, full of pride.

Zhou Heng frowned, indeed, the family has such a rule.

Although the Zhou family is the only martial arts family in Yuanshi Town, ruling more than 2,000 people in the town, they have a lot of income and expenses, especially for martial artists to cultivate!

Martial arts cultivation is to extract energy from food and transform it into its own true yuan power. Therefore, the appetite of the warrior is huge, and it is not uncommon to eat five or six meals a day, or even eight or nine meals a day, and the amount of food eaten at each meal can be equivalent to the food of an ordinary family of three for a day!

That's enough to impoverish a well-off family!

There are nearly 400 people in the entire Zhou family, and if everyone cultivates, then even with the Zhou family's background, they can't bear it. Therefore, the family has such a rule, so that those clansmen who are not talented and unsuitable for martial arts training turn to business, and in turn support the family's martial artists.

This sacrifice is necessary!

Without a strong force, how could the Zhou family be able to defend their family business? There was only one result of equalization, and that was the decline of the Zhou family!

Although doing business is also a contribution to the family, but this world advocates force and respects strength, once you become a businessman, you don't even have the qualifications to stay in the family tree, only a little better than a servant.

Zhou Heng is only refining the first level now, and it is still in the early stage, if he wants to break through to the Flesh Refining Realm in more than three months, this is simply wishful thinking!

It's no wonder that Zhou Kan is like that, if Zhou Heng goes to business, what kind of face does Zhou Dinghai have?

Looking at the other party's villain's face, Zhou Heng couldn't help but clench his fists tightly, eager to punch it!

However, he held back.

The gap between the two was too big, he couldn't hit the other party at all, but in turn he gave Zhou Kan a reason to make a move, and when the time came, it was still his fault that he was beaten - the great elder grandfather of the family was not a decoration.

Endure!

One day, he will pay back the shame he has received!

Zhou Heng bypassed Zhou Kan again, but this time the other party did not stop him again, but just let out a series of sneers.

Back at his residence, Zhou Heng sat down and slammed his fist on the table, his face full of anger.

After all, he is only a seventeen-year-old boy, and he is the most enthusiastic and impulsive age, but if he has to endure the cynicism of others day after day, how can he not have a trace of anger?

"Black sword, black sword, you have harmed me for so many years, and I don't expect any compensation from you, I just ask you old man to be satisfied quickly, don't toss me anymore!" Zhou Heng said in his heart, this is an obstacle on his cultivation road, and he will not cross everything to be stopped.

"Keep cultivating!"

"Although the effect of the Sun Technique at night is not as good as that during the day, I must not waste a single second!"

Zhou Heng came to the courtyard, sat down cross-legged, and ran the Burning Sun Technique to refine the dinner he had just eaten, until he was really exhausted, then he climbed into the house and fell asleep.

He didn't ask for a servant, his father had been running around looking for a "cure" for him, and his mother had died early, so he had long been accustomed to living alone.

One night passed, and Zhou Heng started his dull and boring day again, enduring the exposure of the scorching sun, and used the true yuan power he had worked so hard to cultivate to fill the seemingly bottomless appetite of the black broken sword.

On the morning of the fourth day, Zhou Heng did not go to the square again.

Although sitting on that big stone absorbed the most heat and was most conducive to the cultivation of the Burning Sun Technique, Zhou Heng had a feeling that the change of the Black Broken Sword was close at hand!

He didn't know if there would be any strange scenes, maybe the broken sword would float out of his body and break through the air, or burst into a dazzling light, but in short, he didn't want to take such a risk.

Cultivating in his own courtyard, although the effect is almost good, it is not as bad as it is today.

Zhou Heng pressed the excitement in his heart, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to cultivate under the scorching sun.

Half an hour, an hour...... Time passed little by little, and soon four hours had passed.

Airplanes!

The black broken sword in Zhou Heng's dantian trembled slightly, forming ripples that rippled in his dantian. The tremor grew stronger and stronger, and eventually turned into a landslide and tsunami, surging.

Every muscle of Zhou Heng trembled, as if it was going to tear him apart, making him feel painful!

"Damn! The master has raised you and put up with you for so many years, you really don't know what to do, and you still want to torture the master!" Zhou Heng was ruthless in his heart, he had never complained to anyone about his bitter hatred in the past ten years, but this damn black sword actually tortured him, which immediately made him angry!

"Give me town!"

Zhou Heng didn't know what to do, he just held back his stomach of resentment and suppressed the black sword with his will.

The black sword's trembling became a little weaker, although it was not very obvious, but it was indeed weak!

Zhou Heng was arrogant, but unfortunately he was never able to cultivate like ordinary people, so he kept forbearing. Some people may lose all their sharpness in such silence, but Zhou Heng has become even more arrogant, just waiting for the day when the dragon will turn into a dragon and burst out with a thousand rays of light!

Now this is a contest of wills, which has nothing to do with strength, and finally fully stimulates his arrogance!

"This is my body, you have to listen to me in my body!"

Zhou Heng roared wildly in his heart, his will became more and more tenacious and tenacious, and he fiercely suppressed the black sword.

Buzz! Buzz!

The black broken sword seemed to be unwilling to be suppressed by Zhou Heng, and began to tremble violently again, and waves of turmoil opened, shaking Zhou Heng's whole body as if it was about to burst!

Zhou Heng snorted coldly in his heart, and launched a counterattack without showing weakness, and he was determined to suppress the black broken sword.

One person and one sword were consumed like this, and a protracted battle was launched. The black broken sword was painless and unconscious, but Zhou Heng was flesh and blood, sweating like rain, his clothes were soon completely soaked, and every muscle was moaning in pain.

But for a young man who has been resentful for ten years, this black broken sword is the culprit, how can he admit defeat in front of it?

He endured it for ten years, and today, he can't bear it!

After ten years of cultivating the Burning Sun Technique, Zhou Heng's will has also been greatly tempered, giving him the ability to carry out such a confrontation, otherwise he would have fainted directly in less than a minute.

Ten minutes, thirty minutes, an hour!

Zhou Heng's body trembled, as long as anyone pushed him at this moment, he would definitely fall headlong and faint immediately. But a string was always taut and unbroken, and he struggled to hold it up, and his will was as hard as steel after being so sharpened.

Fighting is a breath!

Although the black broken sword is just a dead thing, Zhou Heng just can't swallow it, anyone can lose, but he can't lose to this thing that has hurt him for ten years!

Two hours, three hours!

Zhou Heng had already reached his limit, and he couldn't even feel the pain in his body. It's not that the pain is gone, it's that he's numb, and he doesn't feel anything when his hands and legs are broken.

But his will became stronger and stronger, and he suppressed the black broken sword to the death, without any coercion or retreat!

The trembling of the black broken sword became weaker and weaker, and finally, the trembling stopped completely.

The moment it came to a complete stop, a dark light and shadow burst out from the sword's body, brighter than the starlight and more dazzling than the sun!

Rumble!

Nine patterns immediately appeared in Zhou Heng's mind, deeply into his memory, each pattern was constantly changing, it was a sword, constantly slashing vertically and horizontally, obliquely picking and piercing, extremely mysterious!

This is...... Nine styles of swordsmanship!

This mysterious black broken sword actually taught him the Nine Styles of Swordsmanship!

Zhou Heng couldn't help but be dumbfounded, only to feel that it was incredible to the extreme! But this broken sword was able to live in his dantian for ten years—maybe it had existed earlier, but he didn't find it—such strange things had happened, so what was so strange about teaching him the nine-style sword technique?

After only a moment, all the images shattered and turned into countless black points of light, escaping in his mind and melting into his flesh and blood.