The Ancient Vast Realm

"Uncle Ling, why are you here this time?"

"Why, you don't welcome me?"

Xuan Ling held an earth-yellow teacup in one hand, blowing the tea leaves floating on the teacup slightly, and placed the other hand on his thigh, nodding in a rhythmic manner, looking at Feng Xuan sideways.

Seeing this, Feng Xuan quickly smiled and said: "That's okay! Aren't you a very busy person? There are so many affairs in the tribe waiting for you to deal with."

Xuan Ling took a sip of tea, put down the tea bowl and said calmly:

"Uncle Danniu is here to see what could happen to you, so he came here to see you today. I heard that you are about to have a breakthrough, so I came here to have a look to prevent you from being too impatient and causing any problems."

Feng Xuan was startled, and he immediately understood that this must be the reason why Uncle Ling came here to look for him, and he felt a little touched in his heart.

In the past, every time Uncle Ling came to visit me, he would leave in a hurry. After all, the entire tribe of nearly a thousand people had a lot of matters, big and small.

Although Uncle Daniu is powerful, he is not good at handling these complicated matters, so it is naturally difficult for him.

The Black Eagle Tribe has not chosen a leader yet. Uncle Danniu is very powerful but unwilling to manage the affairs of the tribe. Moreover, he himself has no intention of becoming a leader.

Uncle Ling had no interest in the position of leader, and he was even more unwilling to take over after his father's death. This resulted in the position of leader of the Black Eagle Tribe remaining vacant.

When Uncle Ling was in the tribe, it was Uncle Ling who dealt with various matters. When Uncle Ling was away, the shaman or the great elder personally took care of things. Uncle Daniu was only responsible for sitting in the tribe, acting as the face of martial arts, and teaching martial arts in the martial arts hall.

The witch elder is very busy. He is responsible for the preparation of various secret medicines and the treatment of tribal injuries. The eldest elder is already old and his energy is limited after all.

Originally, there was Xuan Qingmu, the third leader of the hunting team, as a candidate for the leader, but Xuan Qingmu's current level is only at the peak of the blood boiling level.

It's just that he has a close relationship with the tribe's black eagles. Almost all the tribe's black eagles have been domesticated by his lineage for generations, so communication is the most convenient.

Most of the tribe's hunting is done by him, who leads the Black Eagle and the hunting team outside all year round, and then the prey is left to the tribe and Uncle Ling to handle.

The tribe originally planned to ask Xuan Qingmu if he would accept the position of leader after breaking through the Yunzang Realm. However, when Xuan Qingmu found out, he seemed to avoid him even more. He stayed in the mountains all day and would rather hunt outside than come back. This made the tribal wizard and the When the three elders mentioned this guy, their faces turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

This is the Xuan clan. The whole clan has a unified ethos. If they are asked to fight hard, they will fuck the guy without saying a word. But if they are allowed to use their brains, it will be like dragging a bull.

Feng Xuan was very suspicious. The ancestors of the Xuan clan did not dislike the thin population of the Feng clan and the Yu clan. In fact, they attracted them to establish a tribe together because they were so clever that they didn't need to use their brains at all.

Xuan Ling saw Feng Xuan looking at him in confusion. Although he didn't know what this brat was thinking, he still had an uncomfortable feeling, as if he was offended.

Xuan Ling reached out from his arms and took out a small stele about the size of a fist with witch patterns engraved on it. Xuan Ling's hand flashed, and a huge blade arm appeared in his hand.

This is a space magic weapon, and there are only three of them in the entire Xuanying tribe. The one inherited by the Xuan clan is the one in Xuan Ling's hand, called the Xuankong Monument.

The sword arm that was taken out was shaped like a sickle, and the color was emerald green, but its surface had blood lines all over the entire blade. Although it was just a limb, a fierce aura rushed towards it.

The hair on Feng Xuan's body stood up slightly while he was distracted. His eyes narrowed, and he recognized it. Isn't this the forelimb of the blood-striped mantis? You must know that when he saw this insect beast, these blade arms were... He was deeply impressed.

Xuan Ling pushed his arm forward and pushed the giant blade-armed foot towards Feng Xuan.

"Uncle Ling...is this?"

Feng Xuan looked at Xuan Ling in confusion and asked doubtfully.

"This is for you. Your kid is about to break through the cast. This is my gift to you in advance. You also need a good sharp weapon to protect yourself, so that we can feel more at ease. The other one is reserved for your Uncle Aoki. He needs it"

Feng Xuan pushed the sword arm back and said seriously:

"Then leave it to Uncle Aoki. He needs it more than me. It would be a waste for me to use it."

Xuan Ling raised his eyelids and pretended to be impatient: "Your uncle Qingmu doesn't have the ability to use two blades at the same time. Okay, just take it if it's given to you. It's not a particularly good thing."

Feng Xuan was a little moved. This was the material of an insect beast at the peak of the Kailing Realm. It was also a natural knife. With a little crafting, it would be a good weapon. Even the Black Eagle Tribe would never have too much.

But he also knew that Uncle Ling probably wouldn't give up if he didn't accept the blood-striped mantis' sword-arm today, so he stopped being pretentious.

Seeing that he accepted it, Xuan Ling nodded with satisfaction: "Go and find your Uncle Tie to help you build it."

Feng Xuan also nodded in agreement.

The limbs of such beasts need to be modified and tempered before they can be considered as weapons, and the materials of barbaric beasts in the Tuna Realm are even more spiritual. You can ask witchcraft monks to make them into witchcraft weapons. Of course, this requires payment, one piece The production of witchcraft is also quite troublesome and energy-consuming for witch cultivators, so the cost is extremely high.

"Okay, you kid, don't worry about me. Just do whatever you have to do. I'll just sit here until you break through."

Feng Xuan saw Uncle Ling closing his eyes and practicing directly after finishing speaking, with an expression that he didn't want to talk to him, so he reluctantly walked aside.

Feng Xuan stood in the center of the courtyard, took off his animal robe, took out the black medicine bottle with his upper body naked, unplugged the stopper, carefully took out about ten drops, placed the medicine bottle again, and patted the medicine liquid evenly with both hands. Applying it to the upper body, this body-refining secret medicine does not need to be applied to the whole body. He just needs a primer to stimulate the physical body to break through.

After applying the medicine, Feng Xuan began to practice boxing in the courtyard to warm up and make the medicine better absorbed.

After burning the incense, Feng Xuan felt as if he was next to a fire, unbearably hot, but he did not stop his movements and continued to practice boxing.

Half an hour later, Feng Xuan's skin turned red, and his whole body was like a cooked prawn, with a faint heat surrounding him.

An hour later, Feng Xuan felt as if he was in an oven, with scorching flames scorching his whole body.

At this moment, Xuan Ling, who had opened his eyes at some point in the courtyard and stared at Feng Xuan, suddenly shouted:

"Sit down, feel the surging energy and blood, and seize the opportunity to break through!"

Feng Xuan immediately withdrew his fist according to the words, and slowly sat down cross-legged, feeling the unstoppable surge of blood in his body, controlling the blood energy to hit the acupuncture points all over his body regularly, and finally felt a strange feeling in his body.

Feng Xuan immediately felt that his skin seemed to begin to shrink, the taut skin began to become fine and compact, and the pores seemed to begin to shrink, enlarge, and then shrink again, as rhythmically as breathing.

The flesh, blood, muscles and bones in the body also seem to have undergone a transformation, and every sense of place is completely different from before.

Finally, Feng Xuan noticed that a thin film began to form under his skin. Although this film was thin, it was definitely beginning to form under his skin. Feng Xuan immediately understood that this should be the former big cow. The subcutaneous membrane mentioned in Shu Yan Wu Tang is also called the endometrium.

This is the first step to enter the realm of physical training, the skin and flesh are covered with membranes.

The leather refining stage is done!

With the existence of this inner membrane, not only the defense ability is greatly improved, but the recovery ability of wounds can also be strengthened. When the inner membrane covering the whole body can emit a shimmer on the skin outside the body, it is a success. The copper in the copper skin and iron bones That's what Pi said.

At this moment, a disgusted voice came from the side

——"Why don't you go wash up quickly? It stinks like hell"

Feng Xuan exhaled, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at his body for the first time.

I saw a thick layer of oil accumulated on the surface of the body, exuding a disgusting smell. These were the impurities contained in the human body itself. Due to the breakthrough of the realm of physical exercise, the physical body was refined and finally rejected by the skin.

Feng Xuan's face turned red. Just now he was too focused on sensing his physical condition and didn't feel anything. Now that he noticed it, he suddenly felt uncomfortable and nauseous.

Feng Xuan trotted all the way to the well in the backyard and fetched a large bucket of water. He carried it aside and rubbed a handful of branches and leaves from a black plant in the courtyard.

This is the horned orchid, a common flower and plant that can be found everywhere in the wild. Every household will transplant some. It is particularly effective at removing grease. When used to clean the body, it not only cleans the body but also prevents the bites of some common insects and ants.

Feng Xuan took off his clothes and crushed the leaves of the horned orchid into pieces, squeezed out the juice and applied it on his body, then poured water over his head. He immediately felt a sense of relief, and the feeling of his body being covered in oil disappeared.

When Feng Xuan finished cleaning and put on his clothes, he felt that he seemed to have grown taller. The clothes that originally fit him felt a little unfitting. It seemed that a breakthrough had caused changes in his body.

After putting on the clothes, Feng Xuan returned to the courtyard, but Uncle Ling had already finished practicing and looked at Feng Xuan who walked in.

Xuan Ling looked at Feng Xuan, who had lost a lot of weight, and frowned: "You kid should eat more flesh and blood. I'm afraid this thin body won't be able to exert 8 out of 10 points."

When Feng Xuan heard Uncle Ling's words, his face became embarrassed. He knew that although he was indeed not a muscular man like the Xuan family as a whole, he was not a weak physique either. Even if he lost a lot of weight due to his breakthrough, he would still be able to lose weight. Within the normal range, but in Uncle Ling's eyes, he looked like a thin person.

Calculating it this way, it's no wonder that the people of the Black Eagle tribe always look down on the people of the Black Wolf tribe. Everyone in the Black Wolf tribe is the so-called "skinny bamboo pole".

Unexpectedly, Uncle Ling, whose physique was not outstanding among the Xuan clan, would also be affected by the Xuan clan's tradition. Tsk tsk...

Feng Xuan thought secretly.

Xuan Ling seemed to be able to feel what Feng Xuan was thinking, and silently raised his arm. An arm with full veins and muscles as thick as Feng Xuan's thigh appeared in front of Feng Xuan's eyes.

Feng Xuan lowered his head and looked at his "skinny" figure in front of the other party.

Forget it, Uncle Ling must have his "reason" for saying that he is thin, so just listen to him.

When Xuan Ling saw this, he put down his arm, and a trace of pride flashed in his eyes. He couldn't compare with that big guy, and he couldn't cure you kid.

"Okay, you've also made a breakthrough. It's time for me to leave. I still don't feel comfortable leaving the matter to you, Uncle Danniu."

Xuan Ling stood up and walked out, but when he passed by the kitchen, he stopped in his tracks and frowned slightly when he looked at the animal meat hanging in the kitchen. It turned out to be ordinary animal meat.

Then he thought that he had been negligent. This boy had not been able to hunt open-spirit realm beasts before, and when the tribe distributed beast meat, it would give priority to advanced beasts to warriors in need.

What ordinary people get is some beast flesh and blood. After all, warriors relatively need the warmth and cultivation of high-level flesh and blood, and it is not necessarily a good thing for tribesmen who have not stepped into physical training to eat it, even if they are barbaric beasts in the Tona Realm. Eating flesh and blood directly is like poison to ordinary people.

Immediately, he flashed his hand, and a huge crocodile tail appeared in his hand. The crocodile tail was nearly two meters long and half a meter wide, and the scales on the surface had been peeled off, revealing the snow-white flesh.

Xuan Ling threw it towards Feng Xuan and said: "I'll give you this crocodile tail. Please replenish your energy and blood. Only by stabilizing yourself as soon as possible and stepping into the bone forging can you be able to protect yourself around the tribe. If you lack the spirit-opening realm in the future, There is no need to risk the flesh and blood of the beasts, it is provided by the tribe."

Feng Xuan stretched out his hand to catch the huge crocodile tail. After looking at it, he realized that the iron-tailed crocodile he saw Uncle Gu handling yesterday was probably the one brought back by Uncle Ling.

Xuan Ling hurriedly left the Feng Family compound and quickly disappeared from Feng Xuan's sight. Feng Xuan was holding the iron-tailed crocodile before he could react.

Uncle Ling was afraid of rejection, so he left in such a hurry.

Feng Xuan felt a little dumbfounded.

After closing the door, Feng Xuan returned to the courtyard and hung up the crocodile tail. He practiced a set of wild bull boxing techniques in the courtyard. Before, he only practiced the form but not the mind, and could not use the power to gather energy. But now he has broken through to After exercising, you can try to practice formal boxing.

It is said that there was no such thing as martial arts in the Great Wilderness at the beginning. Those wild beasts with blood inheritance could directly awaken various innate magical powers from their blood. However, later some strong people began to analyze various magical powers and abilities and integrated them into The skills and techniques that can be passed down are passed down from generation to generation.

The powerful men of all races gradually divided their skills into three levels: Spiritual Art, Phoenix Code, and Emperor Scripture.

Before the ancient times, the Golden Crow clan looked down on the heaven and the earth, and all the spirits surrendered. When the Golden Crow reached adulthood, it became the supreme existence that looked down upon all the spirits. The Golden Crow clan took Emperor as their surname, so the highest skill was named Emperor Sutra.

Of course, it is not the exercises practiced by the Golden Crow that can be called the Emperor's Scripture, but the inheritance of the exercises that reach the peak of cultivation and reach the adult state of the Golden Crow can be called the Emperor's Scripture.

The legend of Dian is related to the Immortal Phoenix Clan. Although Feng Xuan didn't know the inside story, he could guess something.

As for Ling Jue, it is a technique created and practiced by Wan Ling. In order to distinguish the good from the bad, there are three grades: upper, middle and lower.

Martial arts are divided into four levels, mountain, sea, holy, and divine.

Each level is also divided into upper, middle and lower grades to distinguish the strength and weakness and the magical power it contains.

This set of Mangniu Boxing is a set of basic boxing techniques that are widely circulated among all tribes of the human race. It can only be regarded as a low-grade martial arts in the mountain realm. Although it is a widely circulated basic boxing technique, it is a good boxing technique that consolidates the foundation of martial arts.

Various boxing techniques, sword techniques, and footwork require their own moves and breathing luck rhythms to practice, so that they can be used flexibly in battle. The so-called martial arts level is not the key to everything. A random punch can be used in the hands of a strong person. Causing mountains and rivers to collapse and dry up.

But this does not mean that the level of martial arts is useless. At the same level, if a warrior who uses martial arts fights with a warrior without martial arts, the defeated party will most likely be a warrior without martial arts. If one has refined his martial arts to a certain level, even if he goes up in reverse order, it will not be possible. Not possible.

After all, fighting and killing all depend on their own methods and experience.

Feng Xuan stood in front of the wooden mannequin in the courtyard, pondering slightly as he recalled the movement routes and methods of exerting force taught by Uncle Niu in the martial arts hall. He slowly moved his right foot backwards, his hands striking like horns, and circulated the energy and blood in his body. His fists were clenched, his arms were swollen, and his big muscles appeared.

Suddenly Feng Xuan roared in his heart

"Reckless bull rush!"

Feng Xuan suddenly moved forward with more force, and hit the wooden dummy with a "boom" sound.

Then Feng Xuan stood up, frowned and sensed the situation in his body, and felt that there was a tightness in his chest that could not be released. The blow just now seemed powerful, but it did not cause any damage to the wooden stake.

"The operation of the moves is not connected with the energy and blood. The attack just now gathered energy too quickly, and the energy was dispersed before the punch came out..."

Feng Xuan murmured in a low voice and began to summarize the reasons for his failure.

Soon he adjusted his state and started a new round of attempts, and bursts of crashing sounds continued to be heard in the courtyard.

Until sunset, a loud noise suddenly sounded in the courtyard, making a loud noise like a bull charging in the courtyard.

Feng Xuan panted and looked at the wooden stake in front of him, only to see a clear fist mark imprinted on it. The fist mark was slightly dented, with bulges all around, and some flying wooden thorns were exposed from the gaps.

This wooden mannequin is made of black iron tree. It would be difficult for an ordinary person to lift a stone ax and try to chop it with a single blow, but he didn't expect that his flesh and blood body could actually leave traces on it. After the body forging state, it would no longer appear. It’s an ordinary person’s physique.

Feng Xuan looked at his fist. The whole fist was as red as a soldering iron, but not even the skin was broken. It seemed that even without the light of the skin-refining stage to generate copper skin, it was incredibly tough.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that he did not attack with all his strength, but practicing moves is not a fight for his life.

This Mangniu Fist is really difficult to practice. This is the most basic boxing technique. I didn’t expect that it took nearly half a day to perform this style. There are three more styles behind it, Mangniu’s attack, Mangniu’s tail flick, and Mangniu’s trample. It is said that it is one move. It's harder to practice than one move, so you need to speed up. Only by learning all four moves can you be able to use your fingers like an arm in battle and master them all.

Thinking of this, Feng Xuan recalled the method of exerting force just now and began to bombard the wooden stakes again and again.

However, what Feng Xuan doesn't know is that ordinary body-building warriors have just broken through the realm of skin-refining. If they want to practice this move without any foundation, it will take at least five or six days. Those with less talent will need to spend at least five or six days. It takes longer.

Practicing martial arts, after all, depends on talent and hard work, the two complement each other, which also shows Feng Xuan's terrible talent for understanding martial arts.

This is of course not clear to Feng Xuan at the moment, he is practicing without sleep and food, until the sun completely disappears, and three bright moons quietly emerge from the clouds in the sky.