Fengming Mountain, three thousand zhang high, stretching tens of thousands of miles, its shape is like a phoenix that spreads its wings and wants to fly, every midnight, a phoenix chirps from the depths of the mountain, resounding in a radius of thousands of miles. During this time, Fengming Mountain is the quietest and safest. Because, under this coercion, many fierce birds and beasts of prey all chose to surrender.

The phoenix chirps in the middle of the night, and this phenomenon has lasted for 3,000 years.

At the foot of Fengming Mountain, there is a mountain village where more than 300 families live. The mountain villagers are simple, men plough and women weave, although the life is poor, but everyone feels very happy. When night falls, the sky is dotted with stars, like jewels. But the villagers, who had worked hard all day, went to bed early after washing, and they had to recuperate and prepare for tomorrow's life.

The night was silent, except for the lights of one house, a little girl, whose face was pale, lying quietly on her bed. The long eyelashes, like dancing elves, finally opened a pair of bright eyes after a few hard movements. She opened her eyes and looked into the corner, where there was nothing, and she felt very lost. Normally, at this time, my brother hung his bow and arrows there.

She got out of bed, a pair of small feet, white as jade.

There was a pair of embroidered cloth shoes under the bed, which were damaged, but she cherished them very much, and mended and mended them, and the orchids on the shoes had lost their color, and she was reluctant to throw them away, because they were given to her by her brother back then. Although she was weak, she remembered those things from a year ago.

That year, a plague broke out in her hometown, her parents died, and she was the only one who survived out of the 3,000 people in the village. At the age of three, she was in pain watching her loved ones leave, and tears never stayed in her eyes. She hugged the corpse of her loved one and cried for three days and three nights. She was young, with a thin body, and she didn't know where the strength came from, so she found a shovel and buried her relatives.

She came out of the village, stumbling, confused, and unable to distinguish the direction. By a small river, which was not very wide, she was thirsty and wanted to drink water. She was so weak that she fell crooked and fell into the river, unconscious, and drifted with the current. When she woke up, struggled to crawl to the shore.

Since then, at the age of three, she began to wander.

A little girl, with patched and tattered clothes, a dirty face, and only a pair of big eyes like black gems, which is pitiful. A group of young men, dressed very brightly, laughing and scolding, surrounded her, snatched a dilapidated clay pot from her hand, and threw it to the ground.

"You ...... Why did you drop my crockpot...... Why are you bullying me?" the little girl watched as the crockpot shattered, and the only bit of food in it was trampled under the feet of a teenager, and there was not a tear in her eyes. Her tears had already dried up when her relatives were gone.

"Hahaha...... Xiao is called Hanako, and the master doesn't like you. Don't stare at me with your eyes, believe it or not, the master gouged out your eyeballs and fed them to the dogs?" A young man, thirteen or fourteen years old, was very handsome, but he looked at the little girl looking at him, his eyes were full of anger, he stepped out, the ground shook, and the teacup on the tea stall next to him couldn't stand the shaking and fell to the ground. The passers-by next to them felt this shock and left one after another, not daring to provoke, they pointed and pointed, they were actually admiring the young man's kung fu. And for the little girl who is surrounded, there is no sympathy.

The little girl was shocked by this, her body was crooked, and she fell to the ground, she stood up again, looked at the young man, sneered, and said: "My heart has already died, and keeping this body is just a remnant, you have the ability, kill me!"

The little girl stepped forward, her eyes bright, glaring at the boy.

"You...... Do you really think that Ben Shao would not dare to kill you?" the young man trembled and took a step back, he didn't expect that this little Hanako, who was only a little over four years old, would dare to look directly at him. Although he came from a famous family, although he was domineering, he never killed anyone. At this time, he was timid.

"Ling Shao, it turns out that you are a silver-like pewter spearhead...... What ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles without staying. It turns out that you bragged just now, and the brothers despise you, so don't brag in front of your brothers in the future,...... Silver-like pewter heads, haha...... In the future, the brothers will call you the head of the pewter spear, this name is good!" The young man next to him made a commotion, which made Ling Shao very faceless.

He pulled out a dagger, his eyes showed a fierce light, and said viciously: "Shut up! Isn't it just a little flower child, who will die if he dies, and Ben Shao will kill him like slaughtering a chicken!"

The little girl was not afraid or dodged, closed her eyes and waited for death, and murmured in her mouth: "Father, mother, my daughter is here with you!"

Boom!

At this time, the little girl heard a crashing sound, she opened her eyes, and saw an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, waving his fist, punching Ling Shao away, the whole person was like a tiger, standing in the crowd, black hair flying, eyes terrifying, the teenagers present, all infected by his breath, swept away the domineering state just now, silent, standing aside.

"Ling Feng, you still don't change your nature, except for what I warned you, take it as a deaf ear, don't you? Do you want to repeat it now!" the young man walked towards Ling Feng, he took seven steps, as if the god of war was beating the divine drum, and each time it hit the hearts of the young people present.

"Seven Kills Footwork! Yin (yin), I didn't expect you to be able to practice! If Master Li Yun knew about it, he would definitely accept you as a personal disciple. Narrator: A young man with a look of surprise in his eyes, not caring about his partner Ling Feng at all.

His words shocked many people present.

Master Li Yun is a generation of martial arts masters within a hundred miles of the southern region of Fengming Mountain, only thirty years old, legend has it that when he was twenty years old, he opened up the sea of bitterness and cultivated the spring of life. He was outstanding in martial arts, but he did not have a personal disciple. He once said: Only by cultivating the Seven Killing Steps can he become his apprentice.

The pace of seven killings is very profound. It is rumored that after successful cultivation, he can make the sound of the god of war beating drums, tear tigers, leopards and jackals alive, kill one person in ten steps, and his combat power is unparalleled.

"Look, that's a saber-toothed tiger!"

Everyone followed the sound and saw that three hundred meters away, the corpse of a huge saber-toothed tiger three feet high was parked on the ground, the sharp fangs exposed had been broken, and the eyes were wide open, and there was fear inside. Everyone seemed to see that a young man, taking seven steps, roared angrily, like a god of war, cut off its sharp fangs, jumped on top of its head, and interrupted its vitality with a punch.

The young man present, knowing that he was not an opponent, was resentful in his heart, and secretly sighed that he was unlucky, but he didn't expect to meet this fierce man today.

"I'm wrong. Please spare me. Ling Feng's face was full of pain, the punch he had just taken almost broke his intestines, he knew that he was not the opponent of Xuan, so he chose to bow his head and admit defeat. But in his heart, he wanted to wait for the opportunity to let his brother Ling Tian avenge him.

"Get out, don't let me see you bullying people again, or I'll beat you up once I see you, and you won't be able to get out of bed for half a year." He waved his hand as if chasing a fly.

He squatted down and put his coat on the little girl's body, "Little girl, my name is Xuan." In the future, if someone bullies you again, they will report my name!"

The little girl was dressed in his coat, and felt very warm, and her big bright eyes flickered and pitiful.

"Brother, I don't call me a little girl, my name is Nannan, and my parents add me like this. ”

"Nannan, what a cute name!" Yan smiled, revealing her white teeth, "Nannan, why did you let you wander alone, you can't find a home! Your father and mother will worry about you." ”

"They're all dead!" the little girl's eyes welled up with tears.

"I'm sorry, do you have any other relatives?"

"No, they're all dead!"

"Nannan, follow my brother in the future and let my brother protect you, okay?"

The little girl's bright eyes kept looking at Ying, and she wanted to see through him. From his eyes, she saw love and affection, and her dead heart was warm again. She lowered her head, looked at her dirty little feet, and nodded.

A fragrant breeze blew, which was a delicious meal just made by the restaurant next to it. The tempting fragrance made the little girl's stomach gurgle very uncontrollably.

Yan looked at the magnificent pineapple restaurant with three floors high, he picked up the little girl and said, "Let's go, my brother will take you to dinner!"