Chapter 1: The Bone Refining Boy

In the afternoon when the wind was warm and smooth, Mu Chen stood on the back mountain, squatting slightly on his knees, clenching his hands into fists, and tucking them around his waist. The whole person is like a stone statue, standing motionless.

But if you stare at him for a long time, you can see that Mu Chen's body is slightly lying together, as if he is riding on a fierce horse.

Squatting Steps!

The focus is not on squatting, but on the "horse"! As the saying goes, "the first step is to stand for three years", "to learn to fight the horse first", squatting on the horse, can strengthen the kidneys and waist, strengthen the muscles and replenish qi, regulate the spirit and spirit, and can make the lower plate stable, the balance ability is good, and it is not easy to be knocked down. Horse step horse step, not only resembles a galloping horse, but also squatting out of a riding artistic conception!

And this immature teenager has undoubtedly won three of them.

Quack, quack, quack

Suddenly, a series of "rattling" sounds sounded one after another, listen carefully, these strange sounds seem to come from the boy's body!

And with this strange sound, beads of sweat oozed from the young man's face, forehead, and even the remaining pores of his body, which seemed to be motionless, but as if he was doing vigorous exercise, some faint steam rose on his head.

A series of rattling sounds were in a string, and the scalp of the listener was numb, and I don't know how many sounds. But when everything stopped and calmed down, the boy spit out the total accurately.

"One hundred and thirty-eight rings!"

The young man's face showed some frustration, "Grandpa said that martial artists refine skin and bones, and I have reached the level of bone refining, but it has been more than a year, but I have only cultivated to one hundred and thirty-eight rings, and I am far from the Dacheng realm of two hundred and six rings, I don't know how long it will take to refine the Dao, hey"

This young man, called Mu Chen, is thirteen years old this year. For as long as he can remember, he grew up in Chenjia Village and lived with his grandfather.

What is the name of grandpa, Mu Chen has never known what to say. He asked many times, but Grandpa never said. Until one time, when Mu Chen asked this question, he saw a fleeting sadness in his grandfather's eyes, so he didn't ask anymore.

Three months ago, my grandfather died. Mu Chen was the only one left in the whole family......

Mu Chen took off his sweat-soaked clothes, held them in his hands, and picked up a slender but sturdy wooden stick from the ground on the side. Walk towards the back mountain.

Chenjia Village is a village very close to the imperial city, in the periphery of the imperial city of the Dazhi Dynasty, with the light of the imperial city, although it is only a small village, but it is also peaceful and rich.

The back mountain is adjacent to a mountain range, which has a lot of birds and beasts, and Mu Chen often comes here to catch pheasants and hares, and fight tooth sacrifices.

Mu Chen's grandfather is the best hunter in the village. Even after the back mountain, the rumored very dangerous white-fronted insects from the mountains were hunted by grandfather, and later the tiger bone and tiger meat were distributed to all households in the village. The tiger skin of the big insect is still spread on Mu Chen's bed, and in winter, it is warm without turning on the stove.

Mu Chen is just over thirteen years old, a real child, but his body is extremely strong. Undressed, broad shoulders and smooth muscles, where does it look like a thirteen-year-old child?

In the Tian Yuan Continent, there are martial artists who cultivate themselves. Refining skin, refining muscles and bones, changing blood and marrow. It is said that a martial artist who has achieved cultivation can live and die tigers and leopards, and carry Jiuding. Mu Chen felt that his grandfather was a powerful martial artist, because the method of refining skin, tendons, and bones he practiced was taught by his grandfather.

Grandpa is very strong, but how strong Mu Chen is doesn't know how to go. In Mu Chen's mind, grandpa is only the goal he has been striving for. Perhaps, when he cultivates to the level of bone refining, he can challenge his grandfather

For as long as Muchen can remember, his grandfather has picked some medicinal herbs and spiritual fruits from the mountains behind the back mountain and given Xiao Muchen a medicinal bath, so he has refined a strong body since he was a child. All diseases are invasive. Even the fat man, who was three years older than him and the strongest among his peers in the village, was no match for him.

Mu Chen held a wooden stick in one hand and clothes in the other, and walked in the back mountain with a familiar car, and after a while, he came to an open place. I saw that the grass in front of me was sloppy and messy, and there seemed to be a slight movement.

Mu Chen smiled slightly, brushed aside the grass, and saw a cave more than one meter deep in front of him, and a gray hare was jumping helplessly at the bottom of the cave, but he couldn't jump out anyway.

This cave is a trap used by Mu Chen to catch pheasants and hares. Spread a layer of thatch, put some food, and those short-legged stupid chickens and rabbits will take the bait. This kind of little trick, Mu Chen tried it repeatedly.

Of course, this is also because of the abundant products in the back mountain, so Mu Chen can not lack meat since he was a child.

Jumping off the cave, Mu Chen held the little rabbit's ears in one hand, and then bent it on the edge of the wall, and jumped out lightly.

Mu Chen knocked the rabbit unconscious, put his clothes on his shoulders, held the rabbit in one hand and the stick in the other, and prepared to go back to the village. In my heart, I was thinking about how to deal with this stupid rabbit that looked fat. Steaming, braised or roasted, the easiest and most convenient.

Mu Chen thought in his heart, but suddenly his ears moved, turned his head, and looked towards the low woods on the side.

There, it seems, something is about to rush out!

Hum Hum Woo

Suddenly, a black shadow the size of a calf rushed out of the woods, jumped on the spot twice, and then found Mu Chen, staring at the latter with wide eyes.

Goo.

Mu Chen swallowed a mouthful of saliva, what kind of calf is this, but a mountain boar!

This boar, unlike a domestic pig, is round. Instead, it was full of long manes like needles, with small bellies and long feet, sharp fangs growing out of the mouth, and eyes that were fierce blood-red, and looked fierce.

The wild boar in the mountains is not as tame and harmless as a domestic pig. These boars can sweep pine resin, roll mud and sand all over their bodies, and even resist arrows. The sharp fangs can easily pierce through trees.

All in all. The danger of wild boars in the mountains can be compared to that of predators such as tigers and leopards. And what's even more terrifying is the size of this boar!

Ordinary boars are just as high as ordinary people's knees and legs, but this boar is very high in the waist and abdomen, and even faintly can look at Mu Chen!

It can be called the boar king!

It is estimated that ordinary tigers and leopards do not dare to take pictures of their edge!

Grandpa once hunted a boar for Mu Chen, and that kind of delicacy was completely incomparable to those domestic pigs. Mu Chen still can't forget it.

The boy and the boar looked at each other, but whether the animal was an animal or not, after three or five seconds, the latter finally couldn't bear it anymore, let out a low roar in his throat, and rushed towards Mu Chen.

This rush, the dust of the four-claw planer is flying, and the power is imposing. Combined with its two curved and sharp fangs, it gives people a feeling that they dare not look at it directly!