At this time, Xing Feng's little face instantly turned into a bitter gourd, and his legs were already trembling slightly, although he still had to raise his hand, he still did it, because he had a dream of being a hero.

Xing Tianyi looked at Xing Feng's stride, nodded slightly, and then turned around and entered the house and began to have breakfast.

After a stick of incense, as the smoke of the cooking stove rose, the aroma of food came out along the broken place of the wooden door, Xing Feng swallowed his saliva, and moved his little heel slightly, wanting to relieve his soreness and numbness.

"Don't move!" Xing Tianyi shouted from the room.

Xing Feng immediately stopped his sneaky steps, gritted his teeth and raised his hands, trying to maintain his balance, and some beads of sweat had begun to appear on his forehead.

About half an hour later, with the phrase "Come here in the morning and come to dinner." ”

Xing Feng sat on the ground with his buttocks, snorting and panting, his calves were now sore and numb, and his two hands were also struggling to support his body and tilt backwards, and there was a slight tremor.

"Why, you can't even afford to eat?" said a faint voice from the room.

"It's coming, it's coming," Xing Feng hurriedly responded. As he spoke, he struggled to support his tired body and stood up, limping towards the house.

One day, two days, three days....... Xing Feng practiced hard day after day the body and mantras taught by his father, and those magical mantras every time after the fatigue of practicing during the day, through a night of dormancy, could give him abundant physical energy the next day, and he felt that his spirit, food and physical strength had gradually increased.

Half a year later, at noon

Xing Feng was practicing the third layer of "Yanluo Fist" taught by his father in his yard, and the rapid progress in the past six months made Xing Tianyi feel relieved at the same time, but also a little worried, Feng'er finally took this path.

Beads of sweat from his forehead with his constantly dancing posture, and the thin clothes on his body have long been soaked with sweat, after these years of practice, Xing Feng's body has become more and more solid, compared with the original thin and small body, there have been very obvious changes, and on the solid body, there have been some lines that do not match the age.

"Uncle Tianyi, Uncle Tianyi, it's not good, it's not good" With a crying voice, I saw a young figure, quickly running through the fence of Xing Feng's house, and pushed open the door with one hand.

Rubbing his swollen eyes, he looked at Xing Feng's rapid figure in surprise.

Xing Feng panicked, remembered Xing Tianyi's entrustment, and immediately made a gesture to let his body fly out sideways, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Ouch... "Xing Feng pretended to hold his leg in pain, in fact, he had already unloaded his strength when he just fell out, because he deliberately fell by himself, so he could grasp the proportion and scale well.

"Are you okay?" Lan'er asked anxiously with tears still on her red face, and then quickly ran to Xing Feng's side and helped him up.

"It hurts, it hurts, lightly," Xing Feng said with a grin.

"What were you doing just now, flying up and down like a monkey," Lan'er asked with big eyes fluttering.

"Oh, just now...... Just ....., by the way, what are you looking for my father" Xing Feng suddenly diverted the topic.

"Woo woo, woo woo, all dead, woo, all dead......" Lan'er seemed to suddenly think of something, and suddenly cried out again.

Xing Feng chuckled in his heart, and suddenly panicked, and hurriedly grabbed Lan'er's small shoulders and asked, "Don't cry, okay Lan'er, tell me what happened, everything is dead?"

"Uh......h Uncle, second uncle, and... Woo... My father, my mother, woo woo......" Speaking of this, Lan'er couldn't cry even more.

Xing Feng instantly felt that all his internal organs were blocked, very depressed, and shook Lan'er's thin body even harder: "Lan'er, Lan'er, uncle, aunt, how could it?"

Xing Feng's questioning was suddenly interrupted by a burst of teasing.

"Yo, there are two little dolls here, they almost missed, come on, hurry up and send them to His Holiness, don't miss the time of the furnace sacrifice. At some point, a group of people suddenly came to the door, a person with a sallow face and a handkerchief in his hand covering his mouth and nose stood at the front, all of them were dressed in black and white, and there was a huge purple flower on their chests.

"Yes" Suddenly, the group of people pulled out the sabers around them and surrounded Xing Feng and Lan'er.

"Who are you, why are you arresting us" Xing Feng had already roughly understood at this time that it should be these people who killed his uncle and aunt, although he was angry, he also knew the truth that the enemy was outnumbered.

No one answered his question, but the crowd rushed up to capture them.

"Catch it alive, don't be hurt, otherwise the lord will blame you, and you will be asked!" A faint voice sounded in their ears.

Hearing this, the group instantly collected their sabers and pounced. I saw that it was too late, it was fast, Xing Feng flashed sideways and grabbed his hand, grabbed the tiger's mouth with his left hand, and pinched it hard, only to hear a miserable scream of "ah", the person who came was pinched, and knelt on the ground.

Everyone was shocked, face to face, this is the first time to see the child still resist, this is okay, suddenly roared, and stepped forward to arrest.

I saw Xing Feng show his agile body technique, and instantly recalled the situation when his father taught him to collect water from the teacup, and flashed the hands that grabbed him one by one, and at the same time kicked, elbowed, or punched, and fought with this group of unknown people.

At the same time, he also played the "Yan Luo Boxing" that he had practiced for a long time, ""Yan Luo Boxing" pays attention to the qi and sinks the dantian, and the punch is inflammatory, and it is necessary to mobilize the heat energy of your whole body with the help of the operation of qi and blood, concentrated in the double fists, and with the punches out, the heat is hot. The faster the qi and blood flow, the hotter and more powerful the Yanluo Fist became!" Father's words sounded in Xing Feng's mind at this time.

Keeping in mind his father's teachings, Xing Feng's "Yanluo Fist" is bigger and faster, and the fists are faintly red, with a faint charm.

"Good boy!" a cold voice came.

"Ahh

Xing Feng suddenly felt a pain in his back, as if it was torn, and flew out. "I didn't expect that there are still remnants of the Red Yan Sect here, so you can't leave it, if the lord is there, let's find another one" I saw the leader lick the blood on his hand and said ruthlessly.

Xing Feng fell heavily into the earthen house of his family, smashed a big hole, and the blood in his mouth overflowed. I tried to stand up with my body, but as if my body was not my own, I was weak except for pain.

"Brother Kaede!" exclaimed again.

At this time, Xing Feng felt it

"Brother Kaede!" exclaimed again.

At this time, Xing Feng felt a gust of wind blowing in his face, accompanied by the smell of death.

Hehe, am I going to die? I haven't done anything yet, my dream of being a hero! The rivers and lakes haven't started yet! Dad, what will happen to Lan'er, I'm so unwilling!

Unwilling!

I'm going to save them!

I'm so weak! I want strength!

I want power!

Yes!

Yes!

Ahh

Xing Feng's heart was unwilling to roar, he stubbornly supported his body, struggled to open his eyes wide, red bloodshot eyes covered with eyes, trying to see the moment of his death, so that he would always remember the appearance of the person who killed him, and wanted revenge!

Suddenly, the scene in front of him suddenly felt slowed down, his nose gradually smelled blood, and when he looked up, he saw that the red viscous blood continued to fall from top to bottom, more and more, faster and faster, and soon his eyes became blurry, and blood continued to gush out from his feet, he wanted to struggle, but his whole body seemed to be under a spell and couldn't move, after taking a deep breath, he could only watch the blood go over the top of his head, and his whole body was wrapped in viscous blood, as if he had entered a sea of blood, and there was only a piece of scarlet in front of him.

An ethereal and old voice rang in his ears: "My name - Blood Knife." ”