In the early morning, Luoyang Town still had the cold air of the night. At this time, most people just woke up, and the streets were deserted, and occasionally one or two figures walked around.
At this time, in an open space in the back mountain of this town, a slightly thin figure of a young man supported the ground with his hands and mechanically repeated push-ups. Drops of sweat as big as beans slowly lie down from his thin cheeks.
.As each time the jade hanging around the neck sways back and forth.
Nine hundred, Nine hundred and one…
Nine hundred and ninety...
The boy murmured.[
Time passed by minute by minute. The boy continued, never interrupted. However, his movements were a little slower than before.
"Cultivate, practice, practice"
At this moment, the boy kept shouting in his mind, as if it was because of the continuous training, a flush appeared on his face.
"Peng"
I don’t know how many times I did, but the boy finally exhausted. His arms could no longer support him, and his body had an intimate contact with the ground, making a dull sound.
Feeling the sourness and numbness that kept coming from his body, the boy gasped for a moment, and quickly supported his body with both hands. He sat cross-legged with his knees, crossed his fingers, and slowly closed his eyes.
Suddenly, a trace of white gas that was difficult to see with the naked eye slowly emerged around the boy and then penetrated into the latter's body. But as time passed, the boy's eyebrows became more and more frowned.
"Why do you always feel this way after practicing hard for so many years? You can understand that the vitality has merged into your body, but you have been slow to condense and not bleed the bloodline..."
The young man is named Ye Cheng, who is the son of the Ye family in Luoyang Town. However, in the past two years, the bloodline has been condensed by the same age around him, and has entered the ranks of blood. Ye Cheng has not condensed by the bleeding line for a long time.
And become a soft persimmon in the eyes of his peers.
The rolling eyes he has suffered in the past two years made Ye Cheng deeply understand that in this continent where strength is the most respected, without strong strength, he will eventually be pressed by others. Unless he condenses the bleeding line and becomes a powerful blood person, he will have the chance to become a
Only the best can have the strength to protect the people they want to protect. Strength comes from cultivation. In the path of cultivation, physical training is the first. The human body is the most mysterious existence in this world and the origin of cultivation. Everything in cultivation is
It is to tap the potential of the human body and thus gain more powerful strength.
The so-called blood is also called a martial artist. As the name suggests, the more powerful the blood and energy, the stronger the strength. It mainly uses the cultivation of the body to continuously strengthen its body. In the process of strengthening, its body will be continuously strengthened.
, blood and energy will continue to surge from the body. With the help of the power of blood and energy, the attack, protection and perception of the warrior can increase several times, and his lifespan will also increase accordingly. Whether the blood and energy are strong or not
External manifestation is the bloodline that emerges on the body.
The stronger the blood qi, the more blood rays there are. Therefore, ordinary people always measure the strength of the blood rays by the amount of the blood rays.
The Blood and Qi Realm is roughly divided into three levels, namely the Blood and Qi Realm Small, Big, and Peak. The layers are divided by the number of blood lines. Only those who can show more than ten blood lines can be considered to be the small success of this realm and break through four.
More than ten is considered a great success, and if you break through more than seventy, you are the peak blood, your strength is no longer a problem to open mountains and split stones. The legendary real genius cultivates ninety-nine blood lines, which is the so-called ninety-nine extremes.
, reaching the Great Perfection of Blood Man, the strength is even more terrifying, and you can even fight against powerful people in the Yuan Realm.
For this reason, Ye Cheng was struggling to practice every second, hoping to become a bloody person, or even a Yuan realm powerhouse who is stronger than a bloody person.
In Luoyang Town, there are forces with Yuan Realm powerhouses in charge, so they squeeze into the top forces in Luoyang Town.
Nowadays, there are only three top forces in the entire Luoyang Town. The Ye family is one of them.
Ideals are full, but reality is indeed skinny.
As the practice time continues to change, Ye Cheng has not condensed the bleeding line for a long time. Such an ending will inevitably make Ye Cheng feel frustrated.
Although I could feel the energy filling my body every time, it could not condense the bleeding line. When I thought of this, Ye Cheng couldn't help but smile bitterly.[
The latter also asked the elders for reasons, hoping to understand what was going on. But the elders of the Ye family were helpless by Ye Cheng's strange body. Even the old man of the Ye family, Ye Cheng's grandfather, checked Ye Cheng's
Behind his body, he shook his head silently.
Even so, Ye Cheng still worked hard, hoping that one day miracles would be born.
"I must become a strong man. My father is gone, so I will use my fists to protect my younger sister."
The arms supported the body, the boy's fist was slowly clenched, and his chest was slightly sluggish. A kind of firmness was revealed in his tranced eyes.
But in a blink of an eye, I thought that the peers in the village had condensed bloodlines. But I was still in the physical training stage and had not been able to step into the threshold of the blood. The young man couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Not good, it's done"
Just as Ye Cheng's breath slowly calmed down, a figure that looked a little strong hurriedly ran from a distance, shouting while running.
Looking at the figure gradually approaching, Ye Cheng's brows frowned slightly, as if he had expected the reason why the former came.
When the figure approached, he was a very honest and strong boy.
The young man is Ye Ming, the only son of Uncle Ye Cheng. The two are a few years apart and they are very close together, so they have never been called by their seniority.
"What's wrong?"
Looking at Ye Ming, who was holding his waist in front of him, holding his hands on his knees, and panting in a breath, Ye Cheng asked in a plain tone.
"Then, Ye Ling... cough..." Ye Ming panted, coughed slightly, and continued anxiously: "Ye Ling was blocked by Ye Wei's bastards at the foot of the mountain. Ah Cheng, don't..."
"That bastard"
Hearing this, Ye Cheng's pretty little face suddenly became gloomy and he gritted his teeth and cursed fiercely. Before the former could finish speaking, he hurriedly ran down the mountain.
Ye Ming stopped shouting when he was quickly away from his sight. The latter also understood that although Ye Ling was not Ye Cheng's own sister, he was adopted by Ye Cheng's father. However, since childhood, the relationship between the brother and sister was very strong.
Good. Ye Cheng also loves Ye Huan very much. He has always treated Ye Ling as his own sister. It can be said that in this world, in addition to his mother who has died of illness, and his father who has been missing for many years, Ye Ling
It is Ye Cheng's Nei Lin. Whoever bullies her will fight with her life.
"It's over. Ah Cheng hasn't condensed the bleeding line yet. He will definitely be beaten if he goes." Thinking of this, Ye Ming couldn't help but feel a little worried. He had just condensed the seventh blood line, and it was far from condensing the ten blood lines.
Ye Wei's opponent who is in the blood and energy realm is small.
Suddenly, a figure flashed through Ye Ming's mind, making the latter's eyes lit up.
Then he ran towards Yejiazhuang.
~The back mountain of Luoyang Town is a few kilometers away from the town, and there is a straight path between the two places.
At this time, on this path, several figures blocked the intersection to the back mountain. These people all looked fifteen years old, obviously the children of Hejiazhuang.
Looking through the crowd, in front of these teenagers, a girl's figure was graceful and graceful. The simple light green clothes could not hide the beauty of the girl at all. It only wrapped the body that had already begun to take shape, but instead highlighted the fresh and elegant
Temperament. At a young age, you feel amazing.[
"Ye Wei, don't always bother me."
At this time, the girl gritted her silver teeth and stared at the strong boy leading the way across the street, her delicate little face full of anger.
"Ling'er, do you go shopping with us?"
The leading boy opposite was also fifteen or sixteen years old. After listening to the girl's words, a gloomy flashed in his eyes. A gentle expression appeared on his face again, and he said to the girl with a faint smile.
"Don't call me Ling'er, I'm not very familiar with you." Looking at the slutty person in front of me, Ye Ling frowned slightly, and his delicate little face showed a disgusting expression at this moment.
From childhood to adulthood, only Ye Cheng can call Ling'er except for his elders. Even his cousin Ye Ming called him this way, he was protested by himself, let alone the shameless person in front of him.
Hearing this, the gloomy look on the latter's face could no longer be hidden. Under the girl's gaze, he turned his head and said to the boy next to him: "I haven't seen Ye Cheng that waste for a long time. Do we have to go with him?
Contact your feelings.”
The latter's actions made the young men beside him stunned, and then burst into laughter like a tacit understanding.
The jokes immediately changed the girl's pretty face, and the silver teeth bite "despicable"