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This young man who blocked the way was named Zhou Kan, who was the same age as Zhou Heng and was also seventeen years old. However, his cultivation level was much higher than Zhou Heng. He was already at the sixth level of body refining, and he was only one step away from entering the bone refining realm!

Zhou Kan's father is Zhou Jianming, and his qualifications are quite good. Unfortunately, he is also a genius like Zhou Dinghai in his contemporaries! Under Zhou Dinghai's halo, Zhou Jianming naturally faded and has always been a tragic figure who is used as a tragic figure in the Green Leaf.

Because of this, Zhou Jianming hated Zhou Dinghai to the core. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he could not catch up with Zhou Dinghai's pace - even if Zhou Dinghai spent most of his time looking for spiritual medicine for Zhou Heng.

What made him feel relieved was that his son inherited his talent and reached the sixth level of body refining early, which was something that Zhou Heng could not even look up to.

Under Zhou Jianming's secret instructions, Zhou Kan has been unable to get along with Zhou Heng, and I don't know how many times this situation has happened.

"Big waste, why? Are you deaf? " Zhou Kan said with laughter. It used to be because of his father's instructions, but now it has become a habit. It seems that if you don't bully Zhou Heng every day, you will feel uncomfortable all over.

Zhou Heng looked at the other party coldly. This guy dared to be so arrogant because his grandfather was also a family elder!

According to the clan rules of the Zhou family, as long as the cultivation level reaches the blood refining realm, you can become an elder, which has nothing to do with age or seniority. Once you become an elder, you will enter the power center of the Zhou family, which is much higher than the power held by the symbolic head of the family!

Zhou Kan's grandfather Zhou Xianming is an existence at the 12th level of body refining. He is the number one master of the Zhou family and the number one elder. He has a high position and a powerful position! In addition, Zhou Dinghai has been looking for "healing" medicine for Zhou Heng all year round, so Zhou Jianming dared to instruct his son to bully Zhou Heng.

"Get out!" Zhou Heng said lightly, and was about to go around.

——The other party can show off his majesty, but he dare not really take action. After all, Zhou Heng is not a bitter child without a father!

"Big waste, your good days are coming to an end!" Zhou Kan moved his feet and blocked Zhou Heng again. "The year-end celebration will be held for more than three months. The family stipulates that anyone who has not entered the meat refining realm after being eighteen years old should be removed from the family tree and should not practice anymore, and instead go to business to earn benefits for the family!"

"When you see me in the future, remember to call me!"

"And you also have to drill your crotch if you don't drill! Haha, hahahaha!"

Zhou Kan laughed loudly, full of pride.

Zhou Heng frowned. Indeed, the family has such regulations.

Although the Zhou family is the only martial arts family in Yuanshi Town, and ruled more than 2,000 people in the town, it has a lot of income and a lot of expenses, especially for warriors to practice!

When a warrior practices, he draws energy from food and converts it into his own true energy. Therefore, the warrior has a huge appetite. It is not uncommon to eat five or six meals a day, or even eight or nine meals a day, and each meal can be as much as a daily meal for an ordinary family of three!

This is enough to make a well-off family poor!

There are nearly 400 people in the Zhou family. If everyone practices, they will not be able to bear it even with the Zhou family's foundation. Therefore, the family has a regulation that makes those tribes who are not talented and are not suitable for martial arts turn to business and support the family's warriors.

This kind of sacrifice is necessary!

Without strong force, how can the Zhou family defend their family business? There is only one result in averaging, that is, the decline of the Zhou family!

Although doing business is also a contribution to the family, the world advocates force and respects strength. Once it becomes a businessman, it will not even have the qualifications to stay in the family tree, and it is only a little better than the servant.

Zhou Heng is only at the first level of body refining, and he is still in the early stage. If he wants to break through to the flesh refining realm within more than three months? This is simply a waste of thought!

No wonder Zhou Kan was so destined. If Zhou Heng went to the Shang Dynasty, how could Zhou Dinghai have the same face?

Looking at the other party's villain's face, Zhou Heng couldn't help but squeeze his fist tightly, wishing he could punch him!

However, he held back.

The gap between the two was too big, and he couldn't hit the other side at all, but in turn gave Zhou Kan a reason to take action. At that time, he was beaten but his fault - the elder grandfather of the others is not a decoration.

Tolerate!

One day, he will double the shame he suffered!

Zhou Heng bypassed Zhou Kan again, but this time the other party did not stop him, but just sneered a series of sneers.

Back at his residence, Zhou Heng sat down and punched the table with a sudden furious look.

After all, he was just a seventeen-year-old boy, the most passionate and impulsive age, but he had to endure others' sarcasm day after day, how could he not be angry?

"Black Sword, Black Sword, you have hurt me for so many years, and I don't expect you to have any compensation. I just want you to be satisfied quickly and stop tormenting me!" Zhou Heng said in his heart. This is a roadblock on his path of cultivation. If you don't go over it, don't mention anything.

"Continue to practice!"

"Although the effect of the Lieyang Art at night is not as good as the daytime, I must not waste a minute or a second!"

Zhou Heng came to the yard, sat cross-legged, and used the Lieyang technique to refine the supper he had just eaten. Until he was so energetic that he crawled into the house and fell asleep.

He didn't want a servant, his father was traveling around, looking for a "treatment" medicine for him, and his mother passed away early, and he had long been used to living alone.

After a night, Zhou Heng started his dull and boring day. He endured the exposure of the scorching sun and used the true energy he had worked hard to fill in the black broken sword's appetite that seemed to be unfounded.

On the morning of the fourth day, Zhou Heng did not go to the square again.

Although sitting on that big stone absorbs the most heat and is most conducive to the practice of Lieyang Art, Zhou Heng felt that the changes in the black broken sword were close at hand!

He didn't know if there would be any strange scenes. Maybe the broken sword would float out of his body and break through the air, or burst out with dazzling light. In short, he didn't want to take such a risk.

Although the effect of practicing in my own courtyard is poor, it is not that bad today.

Zhou Heng pressed the excitement in his heart, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to practice under the scorching sun.

Half an hour, an hour... Time passed by bit by bit, and soon four hours passed.

Buzz!

The black broken sword in Zhou Heng's dantian trembled slightly, forming waves, moving in his dantian. The tremor became stronger and stronger, and eventually turned into a tsunami like a landslide and tsunami, surging.

Every muscle of Zhou Heng trembled closely, as if he was about to tear him apart, making him feel in pain!

"Damn it! I have supported you for so many years, but you are really ungrateful and you have to torture me!" Zhou Heng felt ruthless in his heart. He had never complained to anyone for the past ten years of bitter hatred, but this damn black sword actually torture him, which immediately made him furious!

"Give it to me!"

Zhou Heng didn't know what to do, he just held back his anger and suppressed the black sword with his will.

The tremor of the black sword became weaker. Although it was not very obvious, it was indeed weaker!

Zhou Heng was arrogant, but unfortunately he could never practice like ordinary people, so he could not endure it. Some people might lose all their strength in such silence, but Zhou Heng became even more arrogant, waiting for one day to turn into a dragon and burst out with a thousand-foot light!

Now this is a competition of will, which has nothing to do with power, and finally fully stimulated his arrogance!

"This is my body, if you are inside me, you have to listen to me!"

Zhou Heng roared in his heart, his will became more tenacious and tenacious, and he suppressed the black sword fiercely.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The black broken sword seemed unwilling to be suppressed by Zhou Heng, and began to tremble violently again. A wave of turbulence spread, shaking Zhou Heng's whole body seemed to burst!

Zhou Heng snorted coldly in his heart, launched a counterattack without showing any weakness, and decided to suppress the black broken sword.

One person and one sword were exhausted, and a long-lasting battle was launched. The black broken sword was painless and unconscious, but Zhou Heng was flesh and blood, sweating all over his body, his clothes were quickly completely wet, and every muscle was moaning painfully.

But for a young man who has been resentful for ten years, this black broken sword is the culprit, so how could he admit defeat in front of it?

He endured it for ten years, but today, he couldn't bear it anymore!

After practicing the Lieyang Art for ten years, Zhou Heng's will has been greatly tempered, allowing him to have the ability to engage in such a confrontation, otherwise he would faint in less than a minute.

Ten minutes, thirty minutes, one hour!

Zhou Heng's body was trembling and about to fall. At this moment, if anyone pushes him, he will definitely fall and faint immediately. But even a string is always tense and he holds it up hard. After such hardship, his will is as hard as steel.

Fighting for one breath!

Although the black broken sword is just a dead thing, Zhou Heng just can't swallow it. He can lose anyone, but he can't lose to something that has hurt him for ten years!

Two hours, three hours!

Zhou Heng had already reached his limit, and he could not feel the pain in his body. It was not that the pain had disappeared, but that he had become numb, and even if his hands and legs were broken at this moment, he would not feel anything.

But his will became stronger and stronger, suppressing the black broken sword tightly, without any compromise or concession!

The tremor of the black broken sword became weaker and weaker, and finally, it stopped completely.

When it stopped completely, a dark black light suddenly burst out from the sword, even brighter than the starlight and more dazzling than the bright sun!

boom!

Nine patterns immediately appeared in Zhou Heng's mind, deeply immersed in his memory. Each pattern was constantly changing. It was a sword, constantly slashing and slashing, slanting and piercing, extremely mysterious!

This is...Nine-style sword technique!

This mysterious black broken sword was taught to him nine-style sword techniques!

Zhou Heng couldn't help but be stunned, feeling that it was extremely incredible! But this broken sword could live in his dantian for ten years - maybe it had existed earlier, but he just didn't discover it - such strange things happened, so what's so strange about teaching him the nine-style sword technique?

In just a moment, all the pictures were broken and turned into countless black spots of light, scattered in his mind, and merged into his blood and flesh.
Chapter completed!