Deciduous wolf is a medium-sized wolf living in deciduous forests, with a body length of two meters, a height of one meter, and strong limbs.

But deciduous wolves are treacherous and ferocious by nature, and even old hunters are very tricky to deal with.

Li Chengqian looked at the three deciduous wolves at his feet who had lost their breath and nodded slightly.

In the past three years, Yi Xifeng has grown up very quickly, and Li Chengqian also knows that his brother has taught this little guy something. He didn't ask, and he didn't interfere, after all, everyone's martial arts path is different.

When they were young, Li Chengqian and Li Chengtao had many conflicts because of the martial arts dispute, and even fought hard!

Because of the encounter when he was a teenager, Li Chengtao got the inheritance of internal strength exercises. He took the fast, accurate, and ruthless route of chasing the wind; Li Chengqian was older than the other party, but he took the rocky route of steady and steady progress.

Li Chengqian did not have the same opportunities as his brother Chengtao when he was young, but he had chivalrous ambition at a young age, and he wandered the rivers and lakes at the age of thirteen, and his learning was complicated.

According to his own martial arts, he is based on the White Ape Tongjian Boxing, constantly boiling the internal strength, and then absorbing the strengths of others, creating his own advanced practice Vajra Tongjiquan.

However, although this Vajra Tong Arm Fist is extremely powerful and fierce, Li Chengqian still discovered its inherent drawbacks, that is, it is too rigid and easy to break, and it destroys the foundation of his martial arts.

That's why he left the patrol early, in order to find a solution.

Later, Li Chengqian visited the historic sites, and accidentally got the wine and the thick soil to resist the energy. With the help of the cultivation method of wine qi and strength, he combined the thick earth qi with the vajra arm fist. I realized a trace of the meaning of the rock, and finally became a diamond rock.

The book returned to the main story, and said that Yi Xifeng handed over the deciduous wolf to the head of the Chengqian sect, and he was naturally satisfied with the progress of the white and clean boy.

In three years, the boy has grown from a shy boy who can only "sprinkle sand and flirt with his legs" to an astute teenager who can solve three deciduous wolves alone.

After unremitting training, although the white young man was still the one who was "beaten" by him and Li Chengtao, the feelings of the two were quite deep.

At this stage, Yi Xifeng still does not pose a threat to them, but it does take some effort, and some shadows of the brothers occasionally flash on the young man's body, which makes the two of them shine.

The two brothers unconsciously developed a fighting spirit. You teach a trick, I teach a trick, and then compare who teaches more than the two.

On the one hand, as a teacher's unrelenting professor, and on the other hand, as a student's unremitting learning, it has also contributed to the qualitative change of Yi Xifeng in the past three years.

The two also focused on Yi Xifeng's teachings.

Li Chengqian mainly taught Yi Xifeng the relevant exercises and techniques related to the Imperial Strength Exercises. And Li Chengtao mainly teaches the essentials of swordsmanship such as Yi Xifeng chasing the wind and the thirteen swords.

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"Kid is good! The deciduous wolf is a hurdle for a martial arts boy of your age. Li Chengqian laughed.

"But I'm still being hung and beaten by you......"

Yi Xifeng was not happy because of Li Chengqian's praise, a helpless wry smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and from the little face that was more delicate than three years ago, there was a trace of helplessness, a trace of amazement, and a trace of self-deprecation.

Cheng Qianjiao glanced at the young man, looked at the overly delicate little face, picked up the wine gourd and poured a sip, smashing his mouth and muttering:

"Stinky boy, how many times have I told you, don't be like that kid in Chengtao, with a bitter face all day long, it's easy to get premature. You'll be nine years old in a few months, right?"

The white young man pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "There are still two months!"

The middle-aged man continued: "That's it, you see that I am ten years older than Cheng Tao, and I look much younger than him......!

Yi Xifeng looked at Li Hanzi who was laughing with a wine gourd in front of him, and didn't know what kind of expression to make.

After three years of getting along, he also slowly became familiar with Li Chengqian and Li Chengtao, two brothers.

Li Chengqian is a bold person, with a resolute and cheerful personality, and his nerves are also a little big, otherwise he would not have seen Yi Xifeng for the first time, so he decided to teach him the method of drinking and resisting strength.

Li Chengtao is rigorous, resolute and fair, and slightly arrogant, otherwise he would not have been provoked by the young man at the beginning, and promised to come down to teach the other party kung fu.

One of the two brothers is a man of few words, the other is a chatterbox, one is cold and hot-hearted, and the other has a knife in his smile.

Yi Xifeng took three years to understand that the uncle in front of him who laughed all day long was a ruthless character who hid a knife in his smile.

No matter how well-behaved and sensible you are, this instructor will not show mercy during training! Although Li Chengtao does not talk much, he is extremely measured, and at most he was very painful when he was beaten at that time, and he was almost well after the beating.

But Li Chengqian has no retreat, his fists are to the flesh, he is practicing with him, and he is having a good time, but after he goes back, he has to cultivate for a week or two.

If it weren't for Yi Xifeng's drunken and strong exercises, others would really not be able to withstand Li Jiaotou's wild thrashing!

So every time Li Chengqian said something in front of the young man that Yi Xifeng couldn't help but complain, the young man would always put on a wry smile to hide the galloping "grass and mud horse" in his heart.

Yi Xifeng secretly complained: "You are still young? You are only forty-five this year, and you have a scruffy beard all day long, drinking and teasing children, and from time to time you also hang and beat disobedient children." Obviously you are still hiding here, working as a logistics manager, a kindergarten teacher! Don't say that you are forty-five, in your living state, people will believe you when you retire in sixty! Big brother! Look at your brother, although he is thirty-five years old, he looks like he is twenty years old, and you are embarrassed to say that people have premature aging?!"

Li Chengqian smirked for a while, and found that the stinky boy next to him didn't make a sound.

Looking down, the young man was closing his eyes with a pleasant expression. This reminded the man of his brother Li Chengtao, who was much younger and more beautiful than himself, and couldn't help asking, "Stinky boy, what do you want?"

Yi Xifeng opened his eyes, looked at the middle-aged man seriously and said, "I fell in love with a wild horse, but I don't have a grassland ...... in my heart."

Li Chengqian looked at him suspiciously and asked, "What horse?"

"Grass mud horses. The white boy replied.

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"Stinky boy, you're talking nonsense again!" The man looked at Yi Xifeng with wide eyes, although he said words to reprimand him, but those wide eyes, no matter how he looked at it, it seemed that he was telling others, and the man also wanted to know what kind of horse the grass mud horse was.

"Well, if you don't talk about it, you can't help but rush out if you say it. Yi Xifeng said softly.

After handing in the task of "refining arts", Yi Xifeng left the martial arts arena and walked towards the maple leaf forest in the south of the village.

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The maple forest in the south of Yinren Village.

In the late autumn maple forest, a thick layer of maple leaves was piled up, and I saw a young man in white practicing his sword.

The young man was emaciated, his face was delicate, his eyes were as bright as stars, and a wooden sword was in his hand, which he kept pulling out of the sheath behind his back, swinging it, and inserting it back into its sheath.

The boy sat under a maple tree and did not move, but the maple leaves falling from the sky were occasionally inexplicably cut in half from the middle, and these fallen leaves that were cut in half all fell within a foot of the sword-wielding boy's body.

The afterglow of the setting sun reflected the entire maple forest, and the white-clothed boy wielding the sword gradually became a part of this sunset and falling leaves.

Here, a special poem praises:

The rock grass is preferred, and it lives in the mountains and wilderness.

Ling Feng knows the dense forest, and sits on the width of the world.

The maple leaves fall at will, and the sword qi slashes the leaves.

The sunset is red, and the white clothes are teenagers.