There is a small city in the southern part of the Northern Snow Country, called Mocheng. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 There are hundreds of thousands of residents in the city, and more than 60% of them make a living from mining.

And most of them are controlled by the largest gang in Mocheng, the Iron Palm Gang.

The Iron Palm Gang moved into Mexico City decades ago. At that time, the gang leader was kind to the city lord of Mocheng, and the city lord of Mocheng handed over the mining business to the Iron Palm Gang.

When it reached Yang Wanshan's hands, the Iron Palm Gang had become the actual controller of the economic lifeline of Mocheng, and their words were louder than the current Mocheng City Lord.

In the backyard of the Iron Palm Gang, there is a small dilapidated house.

There was a man living in the house, and everyone called him Ahei.

Because he's really dark.

Ah Hei had no martial arts, and the gang leader Yang Wanshan saw that he was pitiful, so he brought him back from the street and was responsible for chopping wood and boiling water.

Each piece of firewood is split in half, and the incisions are smooth and flat, as if they have been carefully polished. If anyone were here, they would be amazed.

Because Ah Hei's firewood is inevitably chopped too well, many innate masters can't do it like him.

"Finally finished chopping 600 sticks of firewood. ”

Hei put down the axe, and there was not a single sweat stain on his face.

Six hundred sticks of firewood, which was his three-day supply. However, in order to save time, he will chop it in a short time every time, and the rest can be done on his own.

Hei returned to the room, his hand under his ear, and suddenly a completely different face appeared.

If you describe his previous face as a piece of black charcoal. Then at this moment, he is a jade carving with light.

Ah Hei is none other than Tang Fengyue, who has been 'dead' for two years.

On that day, he was slashed off the cliff by Zhong Liang's sword, and his body was about to break into two. However, under the luck mentality, he still performed the nirvana technique in the Phoenix Nirvana Dafa.

The art of nirvana is based on a trace of life qi essence in the dantian, and when the warrior falls into the state of turtle breath, he will release the essence of life in it and run the whole body, so as to achieve the purpose of resurrection from the dead.

This is a secret method that can only be used after the Phoenix Nirvana Dafa has been cultivated to the ninth layer. And you can only do it once in your life. Because it was this time that Tang Fengyue had lost a full hundred years of life.

Embodied in him is his slightly graying hair.

Recalling the scene of nine deaths that day, he couldn't help but be a little afraid, just a little bit, he died completely.

Suppressing distracting thoughts, Tang Fengyue began to sit cross-legged and cultivate according to her usual practice.

Wisps of heaven and earth vitality were pulled by him and rushed into his body. But he still habitually smiled bitterly.

"Is it still too much?"

Sensing the empty dantian, Tang Fengyue was in a heavy mood.

Zhong Liang's sword did not take his life, but completely destroyed his dantian. Since he woke up, not only has his internal strength cultivation been exhausted, but even cultivation has become a luxury.

The reason why Tang Fengyue insisted on taking a certain amount of time to cultivate every day was because he found that after the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was absorbed by him, it did not escape like an ordinary waste, but spread to all parts of his body.

He guessed that this was because he had cultivated the body of a war demon and changed his body.

"No matter what, cultivation must not be abandoned. ”

There is no shortage of elixirs in this world to repair the dantian, and since the heavens did not take away his Tang Fengyue's life, he will definitely be able to rise again.

Late at night, back mountain.

A figure galloped in the moonlight.

It was Tang Fengyue.

Although he can't cultivate his internal strength for the time being, it doesn't mean that Tang Fengyue will waste time. The loss of cultivation made him cherish his physical strength and martial arts realm even more.

Shout.

Tang Fengyue swept fifty meters in one stroke, which was even more amazing than the light skills of many smallpox level masters.

In the end, with a few flickerings, his whole person seemed to teleport, suddenly appearing fifty meters away, like a ghostly shadow.

This is faster than the light feats he used to perform with all his might.

Unfortunately, this state is difficult to last.

"The trick of resisting the wind in the sky is fast, and the ghost is skillful. I combine the characteristics of the two, and it seems that there is a lot to be done. ”

In the past two years, Tang Fengyue has spent most of her time on the improvement of the martial arts realm. Light work is a very important aspect of this.

With the support of his understanding, he combined the Celestial Wind Trick with the Ghost Trail Step, and created a new set of body techniques, called the End of the World.

The previous teleportation-like speed is the essence of the world's reach.

It's a pity that the Sky Wind Technique is the work of the sages of Sanssouci Valley in the past dynasties, and it is almost flawless, and it is not easy to transform it into other body methods.

It's like a house, if the structure of the house itself is simple, it can be easily rebuilt and rebuilt. But if the structure of the house is very delicate, it is difficult to insert a pin.

What Tang Fengyue has to do now is to turn a delicate house that is almost impossible to transform into a beautiful high-rise building.

"The accidental manifestation of the mystery of the end of the world proves that my path is not wrong. ”

Recalling the teleportation-like scene just now, Tang Fengyue showed a smile.

A year ago, this situation would only occur once after he had cultivated for many days. Today, it's one of dozens of gallops, and the progress is already great.

The progress of light work is fast, and other aspects are not slow.

Tang Fengyue stood under a tree, her arms waving. On closer inspection, this move is very similar to Thunderbolt, but not exactly.

In the past, the thunderbolt would bring a thunderous sound between the stabs. And at this moment, Tang Fengyue's speed of waving his arms was obviously very fast, but he was stunned that there was no sound at all, and even the sound of breaking the wind disappeared.

With the hundredth swing, Tang Fengyue's sword eyebrows sank, as if the power of the previous hundred stabs had exploded at the same time at this moment, shaking a big tree in front of him that was hugged by three people into sawdust.

"In the 100 strokes just now, I only exerted less than 10% of my physical strength at a time, but I didn't expect to have such destructive power in the end. ”

Tang Fengyue was secretly surprised.

The gun move just now is called Three Hundred Potentials.

As the name suggests, this move can be cultivated to the highest level, and it can stab three hundred times in an instant, and tilt out the power of three hundred strokes at the same time, thus creating a destructive power that is indescribable in words.

But now Tang Fengyue has a problem.

If he only used a small amount of strength at a time, it would inevitably affect the power of the three hundred potentials. But just like every time you do your best, let alone 300 strokes, 50 strokes will cause muscle soreness and affect the state.

"Speaking of which, there is still no sequelae caused by internal forces. ”

In the case of losing internal strength, Tang Fengyue's physical fitness has not changed, but the various abilities embodied have plummeted. After all, martial artists still rely on internal force to show their strength, and without internal force, most people are no different from ordinary people.

"Try the limit state. ”

Tang Fengyue mustered all her strength, and in the midst of heavy cheers, she smashed it out with a punch.

In an instant, a number of phantoms appeared in the air, but it seemed as if it was just a punch.

Rumble!

Another tree was destroyed, leaving only a lone stump.

"Fifty punches in an instant is my current limit, and the distance from three hundred is really different. ”

Tang Fengyue shook her head and began to cultivate other martial arts again. He still has a long way to go, and he is not in a hurry.

Day after day, Tang Fengyue turned into a black man, chopping wood and burning fires in the backyard of the Iron Palm Gang, sometimes sitting alone and meditating, sitting for a day.

At night, like a ghost, he sneaked into the back mountain, confirming what he was thinking during the day while everyone was sleeping.

The fact that he lost his internal strength and became a wasted person did not knock down Tang Fengyue, but made him more obsessed with martial arts and more distracted.

The outside world is full of turmoil, and all kinds of geniuses are competing to appear on the stage of the world and shine their own light.

Tang Fengyue seemed to have washed away the lead and returned to the basics, and when she heard the young men of the Iron Palm Gang talking about those rivers and lakes with great interest, she just laughed.

Unconsciously, his eyes became more profound, as if he had lost the impulsive blood of a young man, and there were some vicissitudes of life.

The bloodiness has not really disappeared, but it is hidden deep in his heart.

Anyone grows up and has experienced a death, and Tang Fengyue is undergoing an important metamorphosis that will affect his life.

If he was a raging river in the past, then at this time he is transforming to the sea, and the surface is always calm, and the turbulence is only in the depths of his heart.

Time flies like a white horse. In a blink of an eye, another year has passed.

Tang Fengyue's hair turned whiter.

After performing the art of Nirvana, he lost nearly half of his life force. The past year of others is equivalent to the passing of several years for him.

In the past three years, he has hardly spoken to anyone, and he can be called the loneliest person in the Iron Palm Gang, but he is not lonely.

In his spare time from cultivation, as long as he thought of those friends in the past, those beautiful and moving lives, and the happy things, he felt that they were all by his side.

Gradually, Tang Fengyue's temperament became more and more calm.

In the past, his calmness was inevitably the pretentiousness of some teenagers, but now when you see him, you will feel a kind of power that calms people from the heart.

Bang!

In the middle of the night, another punch was smashed, and many big trees exploded one after another.

"Now I can shoot with all my might, and I can swing a hundred times in an instant. ”

Retracting her fist, Tang Fengyue smiled.

Swing out a hundred times in an instant, which is considered a small success realm of three hundred potentials. As for the power, Tang Fengyue estimated that he could easily kill an invincible master.

And this is only the result of his physical strength. If the cultivation was restored, it was difficult for him to imagine how powerful this blow would be.

"It's time to go back. ”

The figure flickered in place a few times, Tang Fengyue took a step, and the next moment he was directly a hundred meters away.

Compared to a year ago, he is also more proficient in the close end of the world, and basically if he is lucky, he can succeed once in ten casts.

In the early morning of this day, the Iron Palm Gang suddenly became lively. Yang Wanshan, the leader of the gang, waited outside with the gang and personally welcomed back a couple with a good temperament.

The couple is handsome and pretty. Especially the woman, dressed in a lilac dress, looks only twenty-five or sixteen years old, but has a mature style that a young woman does not have.

If Tang Fengyue was here, she would definitely recognize the identities of the two. They are the masters of the Great Zhou State Billboard, the Mandarin Duck Swordsman Zhang Tianhua, and Xu Xue and his wife.

At the beginning, Tang Fengyue and Zi Mengluo were forced to enter the Great Sun Palace and almost died, largely thanks to Zhang Tianhua.

"Brother Zhang, Brother and Sister Xu, I can look forward to you. ”

Yang Wanshan laughed.

"Brother Yang is in trouble, how can the younger brother not come?"

Zhang Tianhua clenched his fists, his face was righteous and awe-inspiring.