"Brother!" the barbarian boy looked at Xue Che with a little joy. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Xue Che nodded, looking at Xue Hu softly.

Xue Hu was a little hesitant, and he wanted to speak and stopped.

"Xiaohu, what's the matter with you?"

"Brother, Xiaohu has no talent since he was a child, and his body is even much worse than ordinary children in the clan, Xiaohu doesn't know that he can become stronger. There was worry in Xue Hu's eyes, he had failed countless times, this disease had always been with him, even the sacred blood ritual in the clan could not make him stronger. If it weren't for the appearance of this elder brother, he would have given up. “

Xue Che walked up to him, pinched his arms, and smiled

"Your body is much better than my previous me, remember Brother's words and never be presumptuous, as long as there is a heart in this world that desires to become stronger, no matter how weak your body is, you can become extremely strong. ”

"Hmm," the barbarian boy nodded.

"Take your sword and follow me!" Xue Che said and walked directly towards the snow in front of him, which was the place where the wind was blowing.

Xue Hu dragged the heavy war knife, and the war knife cut a long mark in the snow, and was covered by wind and snow in a moment.

"Take off your shirt. Xue Che said coldly.

"Ahh Xue Hu was wearing thick animal skin clothes, but even so, he could still feel the cold in this weather, but now Brother asked him to go shirtless.

"Afraid of the cold?" Xue Che deliberately looked at the barbarian boy with contempt.

The boy was afraid of the cold, the snow and wind were like knives, and the thick animal skin clothes still made him feel extremely cold. But Xue Che's contemptuous gaze made him feel a surge of fire. He had seen this gaze countless times in the clan, since he was a child, he was sick, weak, useless, and only a poor worm who would only hide behind Daddy, these words seemed to have become a label of his tribal life.

"I'm not afraid of death, how can I be afraid of this cold. The barbarian boy said angrily, and as soon as he untied his fur coat, his bony body endured the snowy wind.

Xue Che looked at the young man's body trembling uncontrollably, and his upper body was already red after just a while of cold wind. But his teeth were clenched, and there was an unyielding look on his face.

Xue Che nodded, with a bit of appreciation in his eyes

"Xiaohu, you have to remember that a warrior's strongest weapon is not his powerful fist, nor his sharp weapon, but a warrior's heart, a true warrior's heart is more indestructible than the hardest thing in the world. But this kind of martial arts will by no means comes out of thin air, the current snow wind cool knife is just the simplest test, if you want to really get the strongest martial arts heart, you have to have the meaning of constantly climbing. Xue Che looked at Xue Hu in the cold wind and said coldly. Xue Hu is weak, he naturally knows, but everything in this world is strong when it is strong, Xue Hu's body has been in loss for a long time, how can he really make this kid reborn without a strong medicine.

"You've swung your knife a thousand times here. I'll see you later."

Xue Hu didn't refuse, "Huh" He waved the war knife hard, his palms and arms were numb from the cold, and his red and swollen hands were almost unable to feel the existence of the war knife.

"I won't give in! I want to be a real martial artist!" Xue Hu's arm was even more prominent because of the strong green tendons. The snow wind is howling, and the power of heaven and earth is amazing, but this small figure has not stopped waving.

With a smile on his face, Xue Che observed the barbarian boy in the dark. He found that the boy did not stop wielding the sword in his hand even when he was exhausted. This war knife is very heavy, ordinary people can't support it after dancing for a while, and Xue Hu seems to have an inexplicable force that makes him wield it tirelessly.

"Strong-willed, as strong as iron, maybe tempered in the fire, you can really become a real martial artist in the future. Xue Hu looked at the barbarian boy through the wind and snow.

An hour later

"You can stop!" Xue Che beckoned to Xue Hu.

"I'm qualified!" Xue Hu asked with some anticipation as he rubbed his already numb arm.

"You have the heart of a warrior, but you still need to train more. Xue Che grasped his fist in his hand and gently pounded Xue Hu's chest and smiled.

Although this evaluation is not high, Xue Hu feels very happy, he has experienced too much ridicule and accusation, and now for the first time, someone agrees with him, which makes him feel full of strength, and most of the soreness in his body has gone before.

Xue Che looked at the happy barbarian boy and said

"Then I will tell you to practice the method of qi, and you should listen to my mantra carefully. Xue Che recited the mantra of Vajra Demon Suppression, but saw Xue Hu scratching his head and said suspiciously

"Brother, I don't know how to do qi. ”

"Oh!" Xue Che just then sounded, the barbarians and the Great Martial Artists cultivated very differently, the Great Martial Artists cultivated their own qi and reached the realm of Dao, but the barbarians were different, they were famous for their strange witchcraft, war paints, etc. It is also very normal that this young man does not know the method of qi.

"It doesn't matter! You close your eyes, condense your qi, and I use your true qi to swim through your body, remember, obviously, that's the practice of qigong. Xue Che put his palm on Xue Hu's back. The barbarian boy also followed Xue Che's words and closed his eyes tightly.

The black qi that flashed from Xue Che's palm was his black true qi, and as soon as that black true qi appeared, it directly submerged into the barbarian boy's body. The black evil true qi wandered in the barbarian boy's body, and his shirtless upper body could be seen with a trace of weird black silk covering his body. The black silk kept wandering, but the speed was abnormally slow, and the look on the face of the barbarian boy hurt a little with each point of advancement.

"Uh-huh!" he bit his lip, but the sound of pain still came out in a subtle way.

Xue Che stopped doing his work and closed his palm, looking at Xue Hu, whose forehead was already sweating profusely, his face was solemn.

"Brother, I can endure the pain. The barbarian boy looked at Xue Che's gloomy face, and he kicked in his heart, for fear that this elder brother would also say that he was not the material for cultivation, and then the last hope would be shattered.

"Xiaohu, don't worry, you're just because your true qi hasn't opened the meridians and can't adapt yet. , rest well today, and come back tomorrow to cultivate!" Xue Che said in a relaxed tone.

"Really, Brother, that's fine! Brother, I'll definitely come tomorrow!" Xue Hu was full of energy. The trial of the Holy Blood Casting Body had already made his body almost desperate, and he was afraid that he would hear the words from Xue Che's mouth that he could not cultivate.

"Brother, I'll go!" said the barbarian boy who bowed to Xue Che very politely.

Xue Che nodded with a smile.