It's spring again, and Kunlun Mountain is full of life.

The grass grows and the warbler flies, the birds sing and the flowers are fragrant, and the air is full of the fresh smell of the spring rain soaking the earth.

A waterfall hidden between the cliffs of the peaks is facing the forest sea in the west of Kunlun Mountain. In front of Qingtan, a shirtless young man stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes closed, as if he was meditating on the empty altar.

Not far away, another teenager stepped on the breeze, shuttled through the canopy of trees like a meteor catching the moon, jumping left and right among the trees, like a bird, spreading its wings in the forest and the sea, soaring freely.

Whew—as soon as he lifted his feet, a gust of wind swept away with the blades of grass in the sky.

Feeling the imminent gust of wind, the young man in front of the waterfall suddenly opened his eyes, and his right hand was like a long sword, stabbing forward like a white rainbow through the sun-

Among the thousands of blades of grass, a green and red leaf was impaled by him on two fingers impartially.

"It's done!" the young man who was riding light skills turned over and took a few steps on the cliff wall, and landed steadily in front of the waterhole.

"It's done. The young man who pierced the flying leaves sighed, looked at his fingers with a complicated expression, and his calm eyes were full of indescribable melancholy and sentimentality.

The two teenagers who made extraordinary shots were Xiao Yan and Qi Zehui. Since Liu Wanfeng left, they followed the former's instructions, and practiced penance on the mountain for half a year, and after calculation, it has been a full year, with amazing perseverance and determination, both of them have achieved a small success at this time.

Both of them have slight whiskers on their lips, and with a gesture, the childishness of the teenager is gone.

Qi Zehui's body is no longer as thin as before, and he looks much more well-proportioned and strong.

Xiao Yan's body is getting stronger and stronger, with clear lines, quite majestic and beautiful.

"It's time to go, right?" Qi Zehui looked at the surrounding mountain scenery with some nostalgia and sighed.

"It's time. Xiao Yan nodded. "Dongtian One Finger" has been cultivated by him, and Qi Zehui's "Getaway" has long been perfected, and now what the two need is to go down the mountain and go to the outside world to accept more challenges and experiences.

This time, it's no longer about running for your life, and it's no longer about being controlled by others.

It's really their own rivers and lakes and life!

The two of them, carrying their bags, strolled until they reached the stone steps down the mountain, and suddenly stopped.

"Do you want one last time?"

"Come on, come on, the master has never been afraid of you!"

After that, almost instantly, the two of them lay on the ground at the same time, using the posture of opening the dragon's spine and crawling down all the way.

You must know that the difficulty of activating the muscles and bones is that you can basically only rely on the strength of your arms to move forward, but the speed of the two of them at this time is no less than that of any pedestrian.

An uncle carrying a firewood basket passed by on the fork in the road, and suddenly saw the two people who were "crawling" like flying, and said without a smile:

"It's really rare! I saw you two come here to practice again?"

"Then you'll have to see!" Qi Zehui laughed heartily, "I won't see it again!"

When they arrived at the town at the foot of the mountain, they hired a carriage with a few taels of silver and headed east.

This trip, Jiangnan.

The sky is the same as the water, and the water is far away from the sky.

The sky is pure and the moon is cold, the water and the moon are both phases, and the moon reflects the sky in the water.

People and scenery, people and scenery are difficult to complete.

Jing Ruojia is happy, his heart is far away and happy in Jing Yingyan, and he is not talking to the laity.

The two marched with the carriage for several months, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River and opening their eyes.

Finally, the carriage slowly stopped at the boundary of Yuezhou.

Although Yuezhou City is not the most prosperous place in the Central Plains, its liveliness is enough to make the teenagers from these two counties amazed and amazed. The streets are full of tourists and inkers in different costumes, vendors selling along the streets, and artists with unique skills form a noisy long line, and every day is more than several times more lively than the Chinese New Year's Eve in Ping'an County.

At night, the lanterns are colorful, thousands of lights are lit, and the craftsmen who have not appeared during the day form a night market under the night, with antiques, blades, jewelry, calligraphy and paintings, and the market at night adds a bit of mystery and looks quite attractive. Even the girls in the Qinglou are all attractive, much more attractive than those in the small city. The great city was filled with cheerful air.

The two lingered and played happily in Yuezhou City for three days, only to find that the silver taels given to them by King Zhang in the past had been squandered.

"The flower world outside is good, but it's too expensive," Qi Zehui played with the last copper plate in his hand and sighed: "If you don't pay attention, you'll be so poor that you only have pants left, no wonder those old people say, young people, don't be greedy for the scenery outside, the home is the best~"

"Do you want to go back?" Xiao Yan smiled.

"Alas, I thought about it a little, but why did I go back and go to the county government again?" Qi Zehui shook his head, suddenly stopped, and looked ahead: "Hey, Banzha, there seems to be a bustle to see ahead!"

The only thing this guy learned when he came here was that there was excitement and he couldn't miss it. Xiao Yan shook his head with a wry smile, and hurriedly strode to follow.

"Hey, uncles, borrow light, borrow light, let one let one let ......" Qi Zehui shouted without hesitation, and he just squeezed a way out of the crowd.

"Look, you're in a hurry, is it Fan Lihua performing along the street or Hua Mulan competing to recruit relatives?" Xiao Yan was very uncomfortable with the crowded scene, but he could only follow the former and press forward.

The layout of the venue is no different from the usual martial arts show. The two young men who entered halfway did not have time to know the cause of the incident, and as soon as they squeezed in front of the crowd, they saw two people on the stage fighting hotly.

A slightly older and a martial artist is dressed up, making it a common palm technique that evolved from Tai Chi on the rivers and lakes;

The other has a rugged appearance, a bear's waist and a tiger's back, looking like a nomad in the north, and his boxing methods are unheard of, but he is very fierce and ruthless.

The two of them made moves together, and they were ruthless. Even though a person who looks like a martial artist is agile, he really lacks strength, but whenever his palm touches the fist of a strong man, it hurts his face to distort. After more than a dozen rounds, his palms were beaten red, and his body was also painted, and he didn't dare to attack, just blindly dodged.

"This uncle is going to lose to that tartar. Qi Zehui threw up and caught the copper plate in his hand, and said casually.

"Definitely. Xiao Yan nodded.

Finally, the strong man grabbed the flaw, grabbed the hem of the martial artist's clothes, and punched the latter's cheek.

The martial artist suddenly spat out a mouthful of bloody spit, flew out upside down, and fell to the side fiercely.

A slightly yellowed tooth rolled to Xiao Yan's feet.

The onlookers immediately booed, looking very dissatisfied.

The strong man smiled proudly, arched his hand towards everyone, and said in a half-baked Chinese dialect: "Everyone! My name is Si Kanbari, I have always admired the martial arts of the Central Plains, and I hope to get everyone's guidance!"

"Hey, let's go, I'm not ......" Qi Zehui shrugged, patted Xiao Yan and turned around to leave.

At this time, a spectator next to him also turned around and wanted to leave, and the two happened to collide with each other.

Jingle bell - the copper plate in Qi Zehui's hand suddenly flew out, rolled to the center of the field impartially, and spun happily there.

"My money!" That was one of the last copper plates on the two of them, Qi Zehui had always loved money, how could he be reluctant to let go, and hurriedly rushed up to take the copper plate back: "Little baby, how can you run around?

"Ah, there's another challenger!" said Scambarge, smiling.

"Don't, don't be mistaken, I just came in to pick up the money I dropped, and the master is not interested in doing anything with you. Qi Zehui raised the copper plate in his hand.

"The rules of the rivers and lakes, you have to fight if you come up!" said Skamba with an unhappy face.

"What kind of rules are the rules of the rivers and lakes?, why hasn't the master heard of it?" Qi Zehui said disdainfully, "Did you write it on your ass?"

"Don't beat the drums, just do it!" Scambarge clearly didn't understand the former's mockery.

"If you don't fight, you won't fight!" Qi Zehui turned around and left.

Scambari was anxious, his eyes rolled, and he said provocatively: "Could it be that the people of the Central Plains are like you, are they easy to be afraid?"

Qi Zehui paused in his footsteps, turned his head and smiled: "I didn't expect you to use the agitation method as a Tartar, but it's a pity that the master doesn't use it." You said that the people of the Central Plains are as timid as me, and the master also thinks that you northern Tartars are as ugly and stupid as you, two clear!"

The crowd of onlookers burst into laughter.

Scambari understood this time, and his face turned red with anger, but he had no choice but to continue shouting: "Okay! He won't fight! Is there anyone else willing to challenge? If you win, you can take away a piece of your Han people's favorite silver!"

"Wait!" Qi Zehui stopped and turned to look at the man: "What did you say?"

Scambarge was stunned for a moment, and raised a piece of broken silver in his hand: "I said I won, there is silver!"

"Hey, hey, this is good! I'll fight!" Qi Zehui's eyes lit up as soon as he heard that there was silver.

"Ah Hui, don't make trouble......" Xiao Yan stepped forward and grabbed the former's sleeve.

Qi Zehui ignored it and continued: "But your kung fu is shallow, and you are not worthy of my shot!"

Scambarge looked dazed and didn't understand: "Are you going to fight or not?"

"Fight, of course, I want to fight! Just let my apprentice fight instead of me!" Qi Zehui smiled slyly and pushed Xiao Yan behind him up.

"Hey?" Before Xiao Yan could react, he had already walked to the center of the field.

"Apprentice, don't lose your face as a teacher~" Qi Zehui laughed, "Come on! for dinner!"

"What a fart!" Xiao Yan glared at the former fiercely, only to see that the impatient Scambarge had already roared and rushed over. Now even if he is reluctant, he has to bite the bullet.

Xiao Yan was as stable as Mount Tai, but his upper body was as soft as a water snake, and he easily flashed Scambarge's fist with a swing, and quickly raised his leg and kicked the latter twice.

Scambari suffered a small loss, but he didn't take it to heart at all, and he was about to catch Xiao Yan with both hands. Who knew that Xiao Yan lay directly on the ground, and turned the strong body in front of him with his feet. Scambarge rolled around twice on the ground, and although he was not injured, his face was already very embarrassed.

"Good!" the spectators erupted in cheers, no one wishing to be overtaken by an alien.

"Does it count as if I won?" Xiao Yan put away his posture and stepped forward and stretched out his hand to the strong man.

"Roar!" Scambarge slapped Xiao Yan's hand away, picked up a fist the size of a sandbag and slammed it into the latter's face!

"Apprentice Xiao, don't rub left and right, just punch him!" Qi Zehui stretched out his little finger and plucked his nostrils.

"Shut up for me!" Xiao Yan was angry and funny, but he really wanted to try how hard his fist was, so he also picked up his fist and went straight up.

There was an exclamation from the crowd, and in their opinion, although the young man in front of him was also very strong, it was tantamount to seeing a small thing in the face of the stronger Skambari. Not only them, but also Scambarge's face with surprise and smug smile.

But the smile was quickly replaced by a twist.

The two fists, one large and one small, slammed straight together, making a crisp bone popping sound. Both of their faces changed.

Xiao Yan's face turned pale and he took a few steps back, staring down at his somewhat red and swollen fist, and said in his heart that he was still too reckless, he didn't expect this man to have such brute strength, which shook his whole hand to pain.

When everyone saw Scambarge standing still, they thought that the young man had suffered a loss, and while sighing, they all looked at Scambarge's face, thinking that they would see some smug expression, but they were surprised to find that the latter's whole face was wrinkled in pain.

Only then did everyone see that Scambarge's right fist had been twisted and deformed, and it was estimated that the bones inside were misplaced and cracked.

Xiao Yan, whose arms are connected by meridians, has every punch with the internal force gushing out of the dantian, plus his physical body is also very strong, so he cultivates both inside and outside, how can he rely on this not superior brute strength to deal with?

The nomad's fierceness was undoubtedly revealed at this moment, and he held back such a sharp pain that he didn't cry out.

"Agreed!" Xiao Yan clenched his fists, and then stretched out his palm to signal the silver tael.

"Cut! Tartars are nothing more than that!" "That's it, just come to the Central Plains to provoke with this ability, go home and eat milk!"

Scambari was in pain and anger, but he had no choice but to take out the piece of broken silver from his shirt tremblingly and hand it to Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan said thank you, and threw the broken silver to Qi Zehui with his backhand. The latter opened his mouth and took a bite on the silver, then smiled and turned to leave.

Xiao Yan arched his hand to the spectators who praised him, and was about to leave with his friend's gesture.

"Be careful!" suddenly a clear voice came from the side.

Xiao Yan's heart froze, only to feel a chill hit behind him, he hurriedly squatted down, and the blade suddenly stabbed forward against the tip of his hair!

"How dare you?" Xiao Yan was suddenly shocked and angry, and as soon as he pushed the person away, he stood up and raised his arm, and he turned around and elbowed, and hit Scambarge's jaw hard.

The latter wailed, and one rolled over and lay on the ground, his jaw almost flying out of his mouth from the blow.

Xiao Yan was frightened, gasping for breath again and again, and it took a while to remember the voice that saved his life. He followed the prestige and found two sons dressed in fine clothes, looking at him with a smile.