"It's not moving like a mountain, it's moving like a rabbit, it's encroaching like fire, and it's thousands of miles away from the ground!"

Mu Feng silently recited the practice formula and practiced in a bamboo forest in the back mountain. His toes were on the ground, and a rise and fall appeared ten steps away. He rushed towards a sharp mangosteen at high speed. He stopped suddenly when his eyebrows were about to hit him, and suddenly turned around and kicked a stone on the ground away with one kick...

Mu Family Fist!

Mu Feng focused his mind and practiced in a concentration. This is a basic magic trick in Mu's mansion, which is most suitable for his disciples who have no foundation to practice. Although there are only a few moves such as punching, elbow strike and cheating, the power of different moves cannot be underestimated when combined.

Before swallowing the essence and blood of the ancestor witch and becoming a blood-refining witch, he was weak and sick, and he kept panting after walking several steps. Now, his limbs are strong and powerful, and his movements are fast and slow, like flowing water, and he completed it in one go. The biggest change is strength. If you hit it with one punch, even a calf will vomit three liters of blood.

As powerful as a cow!

It is not an ordinary bull, but the most violent and ferocious wilderness bull.

This is the third day after swallowing the blood bead of the ancestor witch!

In just three days, over the past ten years, the damaged tendons and veins began to gradually become tougher, and the body was obviously strengthening. Unconsciously, the body was more than an inch higher than before!

gurgle, gurgle, gurgle...

As he concentrated his mind and practiced, slowly, muffled sounds came from Mu Feng's abdomen.

As the abdominal muscles fell sharply, the abdomen became clearer and clearer. At first, it was like fried beans, crisp and subtle; then it was like a frog croaking, slightly dull; finally, it became louder and louder like a cow. The lingering sound was not over, and the next sound followed one after another, endlessly.

Thunder sound refining bones!

Use the abdomen instead of the lungs to breathe, three long and one short, also known as deep abdominal breathing.

Like the Mu Family Fist, this is the simplest and most common practice method in the Mu Mansion. When I was a child, Mu Feng recorded every mantra and every move, but he had no feeling when practicing. Now, after only three days of practice, there is a clear reaction in his body. The strength, speed and balance of the body are completely different from the past!

"Whoever controls his breathing will control his body!"

Mu Feng stopped slowly. After some hard practice, his limbs were sore and soft, beads of sweat as big as beans drifted down from his face, and his tendons and veins were painful. But after swallowing a few blood beads, the blood immediately rolled in his body, his fatigue swept away, and his eyes were bright and bright!

"Breaking through to the mortal realm and officially entering the threshold of cultivation is no longer just a dream!"

After feeling the changes in the body, Mu Feng was full of confidence and expectations for the future.

In the past few days, the repair of tendons and veins has become faster and faster. He believes that it may not take long to recover completely, and it will be even better than ordinary people. At that time, it will be the time to accumulate strength and break through to the mortal realm in one fell swoop!

As long as you can officially enter the threshold of cultivation, your mother and son will have completely different status in the family. You will have a fixed reward of silver every month, so you don’t have to work hard to sew clothes for others to subsidize your family!

When I looked up, I saw that the sky was almost the same. The sunset began to set off. Mu Feng turned around and became busy and picked some common herbs. Some were sold to the medicine shop in the city, and some were used to make medicine for my mother. After about half an hour, I went down the mountain with a bamboo basket on my back. Unexpectedly, before I walked far, a rapid barking of dogs came from the front. Soon, the group came out to block the way.

The leader was not someone else, but Mu Qingyuan, who was wearing gorgeous clothes and idle all day long with a group of guards.

A rat-headed and rat-brained waste!

Thinking of the day of baptism, the vulgar earth-prawn rat appeared behind Mu Qingyuan, a trace of disdain appeared on Mu Feng's face. Without saying a word, he walked around and calmly and low-key.

Although Mu Qingyuan has practiced to the middle stage of the mortal realm, he has all been built up by magic pills. His talent and cultivation are really disdainful. Such a guy will surpass him sooner or later. It will not be too late to settle the score with him at that time!

"Hehe, Mu Feng, we're meeting again!"

Mu Qingyuan turned sideways and blocked Mu Feng's way again.

The more he is unwilling to cause trouble, he thinks it is easier to bully him. After a whistle, he continued slowly: "Tell me, how do you calculate the last account? Should you kneel down and beg for mercy, or should I help you break your leg bones? This is a barren mountain, no outsiders, no law enforcement elders, and there is not even a bird, and there is no family law to protect you!"

If you can’t humiliate, you will hold a grudge in your heart!

Three days ago, Mu Qingyuan, who was disappointed, was always worried. He couldn't even cure a weak scholar who could not practice. How could he do it outside after it was reported?

In the past two days, he has been secretly looking for opportunities to start and sending people to pay attention to Mu Feng's whereabouts. Hard work pays off. Now, he has finally waited for an opportunity without any scruples!

In the wild mountains and ridges, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

This is a good opportunity given to him by God. If he doesn’t torture or humiliate Mu Feng, he will call him the second young master of the Mu Mansion!

"A joke, people are doing it, and the sky is watching. Do you think that if you do whatever you want in this wilderness, no one knows?"

Mu Feng smiled coldly and was upright, "I said that the Mu Mansion is not the Mu Mansion of your Mu Qingyuan family. That's right, your grandfather's elder passed down from me is a high-powered person, but he has the old master, and there is also the Supreme Elder who is in seclusion and meditation. Killing a child of the same clan is a death sentence! I know that the old master and the Supreme Elder, let alone you, a rat waste, even your grandfather's elder passed down from me, will inevitably be a serious crime!"

"What, who are rats and who are waste?"

Mu Qing's original voice was sharp, ashamed and angry, as if an angry rooster.

Now, what he hates the most is hearing others mention the baptism that day. At home, the guards and servants dare not even mention the word "rat", for fear of touching his painful feet! They gritted their teeth, and were just going to teach Mu Feng a lesson, but now, they want to tear him to pieces with their own hands!

Is there anything more embarrassing and angry that I am scolded as a waste by a weak scholar who has not been able to practice since childhood?

"He is a rat by nature, but he is as timid as a mouse, and he is still a useless waste. Who else can you have such garbage?" Since he couldn't escape, Mu Feng simply ridiculed Mu Qingyuan in front of him, let out a fierce anger, and made preparations in secret.

After hearing what he said, Mu Qingyuan, the domineering playboy who used to be, had a red face and his face turned red, "You..., go ahead, tear him into pieces!"

In anger, Mu Qingyuan said as he acted on his own, wishing to tear Mu Feng apart. With one move, he was a fatal killing move. He pulled out a cold dagger and stabbed Mu Feng's chest. But before he could get closer, a bunch of sand suddenly rushed towards him. He reached out to block it and opened his eyes. Mu Feng, who was ready, had turned around and escaped and disappeared into a dense bamboo forest.

"Chasing, catching the living!"

Mu Qingyuan gave a deep voice, and for a moment, he didn't notice that Mu Feng's body was completely different from usual. As soon as he finished speaking, the hunting dog as big as a calf beside him pounced out fiercely, and with his keen sense of smell, he plunged into the dense bamboo forest. Behind him, many guards chased after him like wolves and tigers, full of murderous intent.

"A weak scholar who is weak and sickly dares to be so arrogant, but he really won't be able to do anything!"

Mu Qingyuan was angry and his voice came out from afar, "Mu...feng..., don't... let me catch you, no...but, you are dead, absolutely dead..."

Mu Qingyuan, who has always been accustomed to being arrogant, was furious and angry, and vowed not to give up until he tore Mu Feng tonight! The hoarse voice shook back and forth between the valleys, and the lingering sound lingered.
Chapter completed!