"Boom!" There was a loud noise that was deafening, and the sound was like a burst. Zhang Zhifeng opened his eyes in shock and stood there with his master and senior brother.

The giant rock in front of the eyes disappeared, and the gravel on the ground pounced forward in a fan-shaped shape. The giant rock that was originally one person tall has now turned into pieces, and there is no fist that is larger than Zhang Zhifeng.

"What, what's going on? I can't beat this, right?" Zhang Zhifeng felt incredible.

"I don't know, I only saw your fist disappearing halfway through, and then the stone exploded!" Chen Yun looked at the old man again.

"You hit it," the old man smiled with satisfaction, "I have good eyesight. When you hit halfway through one punch, the degree suddenly increased by more than a hundred times. The huge rock was broken like this." The old man wanted to be calm, but he still couldn't suppress the excitement in his tone. "I really have a good eye. My apprentice can absorb the blood of the divine beast! Haha, hahahaha." He seemed to have forgotten that bottle of blood of the divine beast almost killed Zhang Zhifeng.

"Junior brother, how do you feel when you punch this?" Chen Yun looked at the master with contempt and asked the junior brother again.

"I feel like I don't feel anything? Oh, when I just called it, my arms seemed to have heated up."

"Hot a little hot? How hot is it?" Chen Yun's eyes were full of curiosity. The junior brother's punch was too terrifying.

"I was thinking that there were no stones, no stones, and I didn't pay attention. Why don't we go to the mountain to find a stone to try?" Zhang Zhifeng was surprised by the effect of refining the body, and was about to try his magical fist.

"No hurry, no hurry. I just refined my body today, so it's not good to use too much. Let's go to the master in the house to have a good talk with you!" The old man was more concerned about the reason why the blood of the divine beasts could be fused by mortals. So he walked into the bamboo house first.

Zhang Zhifeng didn't know that he had already run around the line of life and death just now, and just thought it was the magic of the old man's body refining medicine, and he had broken his arm and then held it in front. He now respected this newly worshipped master very much. In his opinion, the word "medical saint" is definitely even better! He didn't dare to neglect it, so he hurriedly followed in.

Chen Yun curled his lips and walked in.

...

The old man sat on the bamboo bed, looked at the two disciples sitting on the small bamboo stool in front of him, coughed twice, and showed his master's style. Seeing Zhang Zhifeng's eyes shining at him, he couldn't help but straighten his waist a little.

He gave Chen Yun a threatening look, and saw the contemptuous eldest disciple nodding slightly and putting away the expression on his face. The old man then asked Zhang Zhifeng.

"Feng'er, today I've trained you for your body, and you've seen the power. That's how many treasures I have used. It was made by me after working hard to get the materials and carefully refined them for twenty years!" The old man couldn't help but feel a pain again when he said it.

Chen Yun nodded slightly beside him, and the master's words were true.

"What race are you? Why don't you have meridians? The effects of the magical body refining medicine are only on your left arm and cannot reach your whole body!" The old man felt very strange.

Chen Yun curled his lips and thought to himself, "If there were meridians, my poor junior brother wouldn't have been poisoned to death by that bottle of divine beast blood!" At the same time, he was also curious about his junior brother's situation, so he didn't speak, looking at Zhang Zhifeng waiting for his answer.

"I don't know what kind of clan it is. People in our family have no meridians when they are born. They will only appear after being baptized by the family altar at the age of eighteen. At the same time, they can also obtain the skills of a third-class master at one time." Zhang Zhifeng said proudly.

"Third-class master!" Chen Yun was a little shocked. He had a secret technique passed down from his master to refine his body through his magical medicine. The master said that he was still far from being in the forefront.

"Now the cultivation world divides masters into third-level, also known as third-level, each level is divided into seventh-level. The third-level and seventh-level is the entry level, also known as entering the hall, which is already an existence that makes the world look up to. Being a teacher is called a medical saint, but that refers to medical skills. In terms of skill alone, after taking countless magic pills, he can only be considered a second-level last."

"Master, isn't the saint just immortality? He should be better than a first-class master?" Chen Yun had never heard of this from his master, and was a little curious and surprised.

"Sage means eternal life, but being a teacher is also considered to be eternal life by the practitioners," the old man smiled bitterly, "because I can use medicine to hang my life!"

"Good disciple, continue talking." Shaking his head, the Medical Saint seemed unwilling to say more in this regard, and signaled Zhang Zhifeng to continue.

Zhang Zhifeng has been burying the pain in his heart for a while. Now the two people in front of him are the closest people he will be in the future. He began to talk about the things he has been lying in his heart.

"That day was my sister's 18th birthday. My uncle took her to the altar to baptize. I went with me and waited outside the altar. At this time, a large group of people rushed in fiercely..." Zhang Zhifeng's eyes were blurred, tears flashed, and his eyes were filled with sadness and hatred. The bloody murders encountered at home seemed to appear in front of him again.

The voice gradually became less clear, but the medical saint on the side could not stop a chill. He didn't expect that people could be so cruel!

Holding his fists tightly, Chen Yun also looked sad and angry.

"... Finally, my father used the secret techniques of the clan to pass me away at the cost of his life. Finally, I saw my father and uncle who rushed out of the altar died at the hands of the enemy. They died, they were all dead!" Zhang Zhifeng was already in tears.

"When I wake up again, I'll be in the stream outside..."

"What about your sister?" The old man realized now that this child was suffering.

"Sister?" Zhang Zhifeng was confused.

"Is it your real sister?"

"Sister is the eldest uncle's daughter, and the eldest uncle is the clan leader of the family." Zhang Zhifeng pinched his red and swollen eyes, "The relationship between my sister and me is even more close than that of a brother and sister."

"You think your father can send you away, and your uncle can send your sister away. She will definitely wait for you to find her!" Chen Yun comforted this junior brother.

"I think so too. I must practice kung fu well to go to Da 6, find my sister, and avenge the family!" Zhang Zhifeng's face was firm and his eyes were shiny.

"This, little disciple, how do you family practice?" The old man hit Zhang Zhifeng again with a blind eye.

Zhang Zhifeng's head drooped, like an eggplant beaten by frost, and it was gone! Yes, the family was destroyed, the altar and the secret scriptures of the clan were destroyed! Without the meridians and the martial arts, how can I practice?

Ignoring Chen Yun's angry gaze, the old man continued, "So, you have to learn medical skills with your teacher so that you can go out and walk in the future!"

"Medical skills?" Zhang Zhifeng drooped his eyelids and stared at the old man with his eyes blank.

"Drink, boy, don't underestimate medical skills. When I walked around the world, those first-class masters were afraid of me. When the medicine was found in the future, I would refine my body for you. After the magic medicine was refining my body, I could squeeze into a third-class master with my strong body alone. Plus your arm, as long as you can swing its abilities, you will compete with the second-class masters. In addition, my old man's holy medical skills, he is not afraid of being a first-class master!"

After the medical saint said that, he turned his head to Chen Yun who wanted to speak but stopped and said, "I know what you want to say. In fact, after you have been refining your body by the divine medicine, you have become a third-rate master. I used to say that you have not yet entered the class but just don't want you to be too proud!"

Zhang Zhifeng whispered: "My uncle is a first-class sixth-grade master, and my father is a first-class seventh-grade master!"

"Ah!" The old man was stunned and calmed down in an instant.

"It's okay. As long as you learn from me well, I will definitely help you find a way to practice." The old man nodded, as if he was affirming himself, and said, "Your clan is baptized at the age of 18. There will definitely be some magical changes when you are 18 years old. So you can only draw a conclusion when you are 18 years old. You are only 15 now, so don't worry."

"Yes, there must be a way!" Chen Yun shook Zhang Zhifeng's shoulder.

"Well!" Zhang Zhifeng was an optimistic person, and the situation is much better now than when he woke up.

He glared at the master dissatisfiedly, and Chen Yun said to Zhang Zhifeng: "Junior brother, your arm is very powerful. Do you know? That punch just now only swept one percent of its power!"

"Is that true, master?"

"Yes!" the old man wiped his sweat.

"So," Chen Yun continued, "you should name this arm!"

"Yes, yes, you need to name it, this is your ultimate move!" The old man understood what the eldest disciple meant and wanted to strengthen Zhang Zhifeng's confidence.

"This arm gives me new hope, I want to use it to break out a great way!" Zhang Zhifeng also felt energetic.

Chen Yun nodded: "Well, when your arm was refined by magical medicine, the golden light that was emitted overwhelmed the sun in the sky."
Chapter completed!