In the extreme east of the primordial continent, there is a reckless land boundary, called the banished ruins. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are two major relics of totem worship and ancestor soul worship, which have been passed down from generation to generation. The people in the land of ruins are fierce, the survival resources are scarce, and wars are everywhere.

Desolation is a portrayal of banishment to the ruins.

The Land of the Ruins, the Northern Ice Sheet.

The snow was falling, the cold wind was howling, Li Yan took heavy steps, he survived in the ice field alone for two years and three months, his body was bloated in fur and beast clothes, and he leaned on the ground with a black spear in his hand.

He is Li Yan, the son of the leader of the Fengyan tribe in the land of Yin Ruins, almost fourteen years old, he should have lived a good life, but unfortunately he was born in a martial tribe.

Here, strength is the priority, and fists are everything.

He did not have his father's capital and had to be self-reliant. Fourteen is a sign of adulthood here, and he needs to survive in the wilderness after three years of trials in the ice field.

His father said that the tribal competition would start immediately, emphasizing that Li Yan could not lose face as a great commander and must fight for a breath.

He was not angry, puzzled, and more unwilling.

In the end, the patriarch clapped the decision, and he had no choice but to come obediently.

The monotonous and crisp footsteps looked still harsh in the empty wind and snow, and he was very resistant to any tribal war, thinking that he would definitely lose face to his father when he returned home.

"There are still nine months!" Li Yan sighed abruptly, looking at the endless snow white, he seemed a little excited.

The reason why he has lasted so long is not because of how strong his physique is, on the contrary, he is very fragile, otherwise he would not have been released by his father into the ice field.

But he has a good mentality, and this alone has helped him get through many difficulties.

If you want to talk about how he survived, I have to mention that seven days after Li Yan came to the land of the ice field, the jerky stuffed by his brother Li Tian had already been squandered by him, and on this day, he lay in the snow, looking at the sky in a daze.

In vain, the snow hummed, exuding a unique rhythm, one after another, ups and downs.

Li Yan was startled, exerted his strength slightly, buried his body in the snow, and carefully pushed away the snow.

What catches the eye is a magnificent battle scene, which is started by a snowy ice wolf and a golden lion.

The lion is golden, up to two zhang long, and three zhang high. As for the ice wolf, he is very small.

Li Yan's eyes widened, his heart rose to his throat, and he cursed the damn father ten thousand times in his heart.

"Roar-" There was an earth-shattering roar, and the snow rolled like a dragon, and the ground thundered.

He hurriedly performed the Turtle Breath Technique, holding his breath, his breath like a gossamer.

Not to be outdone, the ice wolf roared furiously, did not retreat, but advanced, swooping away, the speed was extremely fast, in Li Yan's eyes, it turned into a white light, and when it appeared, it had already reached the male lion.

Biting, clapping, mouth and hand.

The great battle lasted for half a pillar of incense and showed no signs of stopping.

According to Li Yan's observation, the ice wolf is afraid that he will be defeated, after all, the strength of the other party is too strong, not an order of magnitude.

The strength of the big man is undoubted, and the defense, which can survive in the snowy region, is naturally a first-class existence.

Although the hard shake does not have much chance of victory, but to escape is to die, to fight or to die, since it is to die, the ice wolf on the snow will not be afraid.

Life and death are played out every day, and only the fighting side has a silver lining.

The ice wolf is petite, mobile, and agile, so it leaves many wounds on the lion.

It didn't fall, I don't know if it was the idea of survival or something else that kept it standing.

After another pillar of incense, Li Yan was shocked, in his expectation, the battle would not last long, and it would be the lion who would eat the ice wolf and leave in a satisfied victory. He lay dormant for a few more hours, and then divided the body.

But in fact, the ice wolf erupted with powerful combat power, the claws scattered cold light, and the sound exploded.

Not to be outdone, the golden lion roared angrily, and a golden phantom appeared, and the bright light was agitated.

Shattered, the phantom instantly came to the ice wolf, and the golden light covered it.

Li Yan could see the ice wolf struggling in the golden mangs very clearly, and the silent roar must have endless pain inside.

In vain, the ice wolf stood still, moving up the current step by step

Suddenly, a purple light shot out, and Li Yan didn't see it too clearly, but only blinked. The ice wolf actually bit the male lion's neck.

"Roar—"

The lion howled miserably and ripped it off in anger, and the two beasts hissed at each other, exchanging wounds for wounds.

After a while, the two beasts were caught in the snow.

The roar stopped, and the light faded.

I saw that the scarlet blood stained the snow red, like a blooming blood lotus, which was shocking.

Li Yan wanted to go out at this moment, but his cautious temperament made him stop, and after waiting for almost two hours, the heavy snow piled up the two beasts into a snowy mountain, and he got up.

Pulling snow blocks, he came to the snowy mountain, he hesitated and used the dagger to cut it open, only to see that the eyes of the male lion and the ice wolf were closed, and the corpses were still warm.

Li Yan sat next to him, looking at his loot, he was a little stunned.

But it is better to die than to live in the nature of Lai, he naturally will not let the food slip away from his eyes, after all, on the ice field, the smell of blood will scatter along the wind far away.

Afraid of change, Li Yan began to do the work of peeling skin and pulling bones on the body of the golden lion.

He sorted the pieces of meat and packed them in a coarse cloth bag that he carried with him. Li Yan thought that even if he didn't go out, it would definitely be enough to eat for three years.

"Squeak-"

In vain, a muttering voice sounded.

Li Yan was shocked and looked around.

"Could it be that the ice wolf is still alive?" The surprised Li Yan tried several times, and the ice wolf was sure that he was undoubtedly dead, and there was no possibility of survival.

After investigation, it was found that the sound came from the belly of the ice wolf, and there was a terrifying wound on it, blood was flowing slowly, and something was squirming inside.

The ice wolf's claws were embedded in the wound, and it was apparently that it had opened its stomach in the last second of its life.

Looking at the things inside, Li Yan's body shook, he stopped, and he didn't move for a long time.

The reason why the ice wolf did not run away was because he was pregnant with his young son and sought a life for the cub.

If you hold on, you will succeed.

The ice wolf and the golden lion died together, and even death did not make the cubs in the belly become food for the enemy, and this perseverance made Li Yan respectful.

He didn't have a mother since he was a child, and he didn't know who his mother was, and every time he asked, his father would always sigh and say that he was far away. Li Yan got to the bottom of the matter, and the answers he got were always ambiguous.

As the years passed, Li Yan didn't ask any more questions, because he was not the only one who was sad. He gradually forgot about it, but he still had this hope in his heart, so he respected the motherhood of the ice wolf

He trembled and stretched out his hand to take out the white wolf cub, the little guy had a bright purple bead in his mouth, babbling non-stop.

The light flashed, and the purple beads disappeared.

The little guy glanced at the ice wolf on the ground, and then glanced at Li Yan, a pair of clear eyes with moving spirituality, and rubbed Li Yan's palm vigorously.

It was cute and cute, Li Yan was amused by its actions, he didn't touch the body of the she-wolf, and buried it well.

The newborn cub had a hard time walking, and after falling, he crawled forward, and watched Li Yan finish the burial process.

It didn't take long for the cub to start yelling violently, holding Li Yan's trouser leg with both paws, and his eyes were full of worry.

Li Yan was puzzled, thinking that he was mourning the death of the she-wolf, and didn't pay much attention to it, but the little guy kept barking, he frowned, his eyes stared at it, and the two made eye contact, and he found the worry in its eyes.

It's worried about Li Yan, not the dead she-wolf.

"Hmm, you mean it's dangerous?" Li Yan asked, the latter actually understood, and nodded vigorously.

Li Yan was suspicious in his heart, lying on the snow and listening, and the rumbling sound of stepping on the ground shook his soul.

"Is this?Is it a beast tide?" The more he thought about it, the more wrong it became, Li Yan picked up the cub and carried the piece of meat, and rushed away.

He didn't look back, he didn't know what the source of the sound was, he wasn't curious, he didn't want to explore, in the land of ice fields, curiosity would kill people.

Fortunately, he had a good foundation and good body skills, and he used all his skills, and after spending a quarter of an hour, they hid in the white forest of the ice field in the distance.

Hidden by the branches of the trees, he looked back and saw that the place where he had come had been covered by a dozen huge male lions, and an angry roar resounded through the sky.

The wind was coming, and Li Yan could feel the monstrous aura inside.

After the catastrophe, he and the Xiaoice wolf depended on each other for their lives, because of the function of the little guy's early warning, Li Yan spent two years and three months in the ice field without danger.

The physique, which was not strong at first, began to become hardy and stronger.

He gave the little guy a name, Xiaobai.

Xiaobai is very powerful, more than two years has had the adult body of the tribal coyote, through the snow white, although he can't speak, but he is very well-behaved, Li Yan is the first person he saw after he was born, and it regards it as a relative.

Li Yan began to be a little defensive, after all, it was not trivial to be in the company of fierce beasts, but his vigilance had been melted in more than two years.

Life is like this, but it's not what he wants.

He asked himself, he didn't even have a specific goal when he became an adult, he was very annoyed, more confused, and the warm teasing between him and Xiaobai was the greatest comfort for him to spend time.

In the first year, Li Yan practiced his fists and feet in the wind and snow.

The following year, he practiced his physique.

In the past, I fished for three days and dried my nets for two days, but I didn't take it seriously, but in this ice field, everything had to rely on myself.

During the two years, there were several catastrophes, and on one occasion he ran into a human, and he was very happy and ready to come forward to communicate.

The cold young man licked his lips, stopped the happy Li Yan, and sneered bloodthirsty: "The beast under your feet, I want it." ”

Looking at the other party's expression and posture, Li Yan stopped, he was not afraid of fighting after two years of experience in fighting beasts, as for Xiaobai, he was his partner, how could he give it away?

Li Yan no longer talks nonsense, he doesn't want to have any communication, and his shot is a killer move.

Battles broke out in an instant.

In this game, Li Yan won miserably, with the help of Xiaobai.

Li Yan and Xiaobai were seriously injured, the latter recovered quickly, and Li Yan lay down for three months.

Fearing that the smell of blood would attract the beast, he had to rub the snow back and forth over the wound, and the tearing pain made him grin and not cry out.

He survived, and it was at that time that he began to value his own force.

When he came to the ice field at the age of eleven, less than nine months after fourteen, he was not troubled by food, clothing, housing and transportation, and he sometimes often wondered what he came to this world for.

When the teenager reaches the age of sentimentality, Li Yan is no exception

This person often knows the preciousness of life after experiencing real life and death, and Li Yan begins to work hard.

The jet-black spear in his hand was obtained from that life and death calamity, but when he came, his father and grandfather did not give him the exercises, and even the powerful rune bones did not leave a single one with him.

Therefore, he can only grope in his memory, there are many small categories, but not all, he ruthlessly discarded.

Li Yan chose a set of marksmanship, the sunset gun.

For the next nine months, Li Yan spent the next nine months honing his marksmanship.

One formula after another, tirelessly.

Because he has a short-term goal, he no longer wastes his time, and if he does not meet the requirements of his heart, he repeatedly carves it.

In the long run, hundreds of times, thousands of times, Li Yan didn't know how many times he tried, but he didn't want to stop.

For nine months, he wanted to surprise his relatives in the tribe, at least he had to hunt an acquired beast back.

Xiaobai lay quietly on the snow, accompanying him, a man and a beast in the wind and snow, quite a potential to ask

There are three essentials of marksmanship, one drag, two collapse, and three arcs.

According to his grandfather's words: "Sticks and spears are the same as the spear, generally speaking, the gun pierces a line, the circle point is indescribably retractable, the stick hits a large area, and the smashing is majestic and domineering." ”

The essence is very complex, and it is born from the four words of circle point telecontraction.

There is no age in the mountains, and cultivation does not know the age.

With a slight flicker, the September time passed by with a snap of his fingers, and he took a long breath, and Li Yan was full of energy.

After the three-year trial, he set out on his journey home.

The cold wind brought an incoherent whistle, and a man and a beast disappeared into the wind and snow.

Li Yan came in defeat and returned in spoilage.

Target, Beacon Smoke Tribe.