Three-year-old refinement, four-year-old refinement seventh-layer, five-year-old, nine-layered refinement. At the age of seven, he stepped into the realm of the tenth layer of perfection of the refining body. At the age of eight, he practiced qi sense, stepped into the early stage of the Yellow Order, and became a martial artist. At the age of eleven, he stepped into the early stage of the Xuan Rank and became the youngest martial arts master in the world of martial arts. Such a boy who is as gorgeous as fireworks and dazzling as the sun is the reincarnation of the virtual world Ren Qianhiro.

This virtual world is called the Martial God World, and there is no Dao Buddha here, just martial arts cultivators. There are nearly 100 large and small countries here, there are many martial arts sects, countless blessed places in the caves, and there are even overseas exotic beasts, separating a sea area. Of course, regardless of the country, sect, or overseas, many forces, several races, and hundreds of millions of living beings are all respected by martial arts.

The level of this world is also simple, mortals call it the five steps of martial arts, and the five steps are: refining the body, yellow level, Xuan level, earth level, and heaven level. But in the eyes of a true martial artist, there are only four realms of martial arts, which are divided into heaven and earth. As for the cultivation of the body, he is not worthy of being called a martial artist. The refining realm is just a pure refining of the physical body, and only when you step into the Xuan level and refine the sense of qi can you be a real martial artist.

Of course, the martial arts realm also has its own titles. Yellow-level martial artist, Xuan-level master, earth-level grandmaster, once you enter the heavenly level, martial arts are kings. Eleven-year-old Ren Qianxun is a Xuan-level cultivator, an out-and-out martial arts master, and such a cultivation is one in ten thousand.

Eleven-year-old Ren Qianxun does not have the slightest childishness of his peers. He has the aura to wash the body, practice martial arts all the year round, eclipse nine cows, he is about 1.7 meters tall, just look at his appearance, others still think he is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. Strangely, his skin did not turn bronzed because of his martial arts. On the contrary, the skin is like a gel. When his mother saw his skin, she was also envious. The father was secretly annoyed and scolded: "Why did you give birth to a white-faced son!", he was indignant in his heart, but when he thought of his son's cultivation, he laughed out loud even in his dreams.

One day, Ren Qianxun traveled hundreds of miles of daily training, but half an hour earlier than before, he escaped home. He flickered and moved, leaving several afterimages in the air, and walked quickly into the woods. Looking up, it was a reckless man who was nearly two meters tall, this reckless man was only thirty or forty years old, he was in the prime of life, and his martial arts cultivation was unfathomable.

The reckless man's ears moved slightly a few times, and he instantly sensed Ren Qianxun's arrival, turned around and punched, a surging true qi, turned into a huge fist shadow, and hit Ren Qianxun head-on.

Ren Qianxun's shirt shook, his big sleeves swung and swung in the air, he didn't punch, and replaced his palms with his sleeves. Bang, bang, bang! In an instant, the sleeve is struck seven times, each sleeve contains a unique palm technique, and seven times is seven different palm techniques.

The fist shadow of the reckless man is incomparable, majestic, with the righteousness of a martial artist, and it is absolutely a crushing fist with strength. Ren Qianxun's seven sleeves are absolute skills, the seven sleeves are the same palm, the mystery is different, and it contains seven different strengths. The two collided together, the wind blew everywhere, dozens of big trees collapsed, and the fists and palms were equally divided, and it was difficult to distinguish between the top and the bottom.

"It is worthy of my Ren Li's son, eleven-year-old in the middle of the Xuan Stage, ancient and unprecedented. The reckless man was not angry at all, but he laughed, and suddenly his expression changed, and he scolded: "Why did you come back half an hour early, and you were complacent with a little bit of cultivation?"

Ren Qianxun shook his head and said: "The path of martial arts is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat." Chihiro, always self-encouraged, often hates time like water, and the years are unforgiving. ”

"Alright. All right. The reckless man interrupted Ren Qianxun's words, and then said, "I'm still lazy when I know." Like your mother, you always say sour things, like a useless scholar. I advise you to give up your study time and train harder. ”

Ren Qianxun said with some displeasure: "There is a golden house in the book. If you don't read more books, even if others have obtained heaven-level martial arts, they can't understand their intentions, and they can only look at the sky and sigh. ”

But the reckless man said, "Don't always think about adventures. Even His Majesty, the Emperor of the Great Qi Kingdom, has no chance of heaven-level martial arts, let alone you. Get back to training. ”

Ren Qianxun said: "Father." Chihiro is here to say goodbye to you. I'm going to travel so that I can go further. ”

"What? do you want to travel?" the reckless man asked rhetorically, "I know that you are an excellent cultivator, and you are young and old. But you're only an eleven-year-old child, and I don't approve of you going out to practice. Practice well at home and train for two hours a day. ”

Ren Qianxun's expression changed: "Chihiro, I want to challenge my father and learn a thing or two with martial arts." ”

The reckless man was slightly stunned, and laughed and said: "Good! good! If you can overcome me, I will promise you to go out and travel. ”

Ren Qianxun nodded slightly, didn't rush to make a move, and asked, "A gentleman's word?!"

The reckless man said without hesitation: "It's hard to chase the horse!"

Ren Qianxun's expression changed, and in an instant, the true qi was surrounded, and there was a purple gas, like a god. The purple qi gathered more and more, and the reckless man on the opposite side also showed a rare solemnity, a little jealous.

"Zijin is in one breath!"

Ren Qianxun whispered, a blur, flickering and moving, and the speed was extremely fast, leaving seven or eight afterimages behind him. Ren Qianxun's palms slapped out at high speed, each palm surrounded by purple gas, all in one breath, majestic and natural, and seven or eight palms were slapped in an instant.

The reckless man laughed, surrounded by golden-colored gas, which was quite similar to Ren Qianxun, but the color was different. The reckless man was not verbose, picked up his fist, and came out with a brutal hammer. Dao Dao fist shadow, like a tiger descending the mountain.

One is in charge, the other is in charge. One is soft, the other is rigid.

Ren Qianxun and Manghan fist each other, to the rigid and soft, the style is completely different, but the power is the same horror. The two fought fiercely for dozens of rounds, and the reckless man had the upper hand. The martial arts of the two have also reached the realm of perfection, but the cultivation of the reckless man is already in the late stage of the Xuan Rank, and Ren Qianxun seems to be only in the middle of the Xuan Rank, and he is judged from a high level.

Ren Qianxun held his left hand and turned his palm into a fist, and his other hand was still unfolded, in the shape of a palm. He stood in place, looking at the reckless man opposite vigilantly, his left fist slowly had golden gas gathering, which was the same as the reckless man, and his right palm was full of purple gas.

The left fist and the right palm, gold and purple gold, complement each other, and they are passed down from one line to another, each with its own mysteries. Ren Qianxun strode forward and attacked it. The reckless man hurriedly responded with his punch, but he still couldn't hide the horror in his heart, and said: "Golden One Qi Fist! When did you practice the Golden One Qi Fist?"

Ren Qianxun chuckled, one hand to the strong, the other hand straight and soft, rigid and soft, Tai Chi is unparalleled, perfect is not lacking. With the cooperation of the fist and palm, the power does not know how much it has skyrocketed, and Rao is reckless man in the late stage of the Xuan Rank is difficult to parry for a while. If he continues like this, he will definitely be defeated without a hundred moves.

The reckless man shouted, the golden true qi, the light was magnificent, as bright as the sun, and he couldn't look at it directly. The reckless man's expression changed slightly, and he looked like he was light and light, and he was sure to win. It's still a supreme punch, but the same move is several times stronger than before.

Ren Qianxun bullied up, punched and slapped, and struck out at the same time, and in an instant, it was about to collide with an iron fist of the reckless man. Suddenly, Ren Qianhiro's figure flashed, narrowly avoiding the reckless man's fist, the offensive changed, and a punch and a palm struck out towards the reckless man's soft underbelly at the same time.

With a "bang", Ren Qianxun hit the soft underbelly of the reckless man, but was bounced out by several violent gases. Ren Qianxun flew upside down in mid-air, immediately adjusted his center of gravity, and landed steadily on the ground more than ten zhang away. He exclaimed, "Innate Gang Jin?