"Speed ​​like the wind, as fast as thunder!"

"It's endless, continuous!"

Cheng Yuan was united in his body and mind, and the long sword in his hand seemed to have spirituality. In a blink of an eye, a series of afterimages of sword lights broke out.

Scream! Scream! Scream!

The blade flashed.

Many inspirations and techniques in sword techniques emerged in Cheng Yuan's mind, and they were quickly integrated into sword techniques.

His sword technique is rapidly increasing at a clear and visible speed.

Immersed in the improvement of swordsmanship, and half an hour passed in a flash.

In the martial arts training ground.

bass!

As Cheng Yuan moved, a cold sword light suddenly slashed out from an incredible angle, passing through the mysterious trajectory in the air.

Integrated, man and sword are united.

If there is a master here, you will be shocked to discover that in just half an hour, the young man in front of him had vaguely crossed the level of a master who had been hard-working for decades to the realm of a master!

"The Thirteen Styles of Li Dao" has reached the fifth level from the third level?"

Cheng Yuan stopped practicing the knife, looked at the information in the system, and smiled.

According to the old village chief Cheng Yongshan, this set of sword techniques in "Thirteen Styles of Li Dao" is rumored to be divided into five layers.

However, when men in Chengjiazhuang practice swords, they generally do not distinguish between the level of the level. As long as the sword is fast, ruthless, and killing beasts, it is enough.

According to Cheng Yuan's current view, the men in Chengjiazhuang have been immersed in swordsmanship for decades, and are generally hovering around the second and third levels.

"Okay, go back to have dinner first!" Cheng Yuan was very happy in his heart.

He strode away from the martial arts training ground and returned to his third uncle Cheng Yongyuan's home.

When he was six years old, his parents disappeared while going up the mountain. He seemed to faint too sadly, so Cheng Yuan traveled to him.

Since then, the third uncle Cheng Yongyuan has adopted Cheng Yuan and Cheng Yu.

"A Yuan, I'm back from the martial arts training ground so late?"

Passing by the entrance of a yard, my cousin Li Yuan was pouring water. When she saw Cheng Yuan coming back with a knife, she asked intimately.

"Well, I can't be lazy lately." Cheng Yuan replied with a smile.

"Ayuan is the first genius in our Chengjiazhuang in 30 years. This time, he will definitely pass the trial of Tianyusi and become a god!" Cheng Yonglei heard the conversation between Li Yuan and Cheng Yuan in the room, and a bold voice came.

"Aunt, I'll go back first." Cheng Yuan smiled and turned around and left.

Night falls.

The night sky is extremely dark, without a trace of starlight, as if it is trapped in eternal darkness.

That indescribable sense of depression makes people breathless.

Outside the village, in the distant direction, there was a faint strange howl like a ghost or a wolf, and it came with the wind. I don’t know if it was a beast or a ghost...

Cheng Yuan strides.

With his reaching the limit of the human body, the physical constitution of an internal martial artist is warm even in the snow and ice during the winter day.

But at this moment, Cheng Yuan still felt a sense of coldness that seemed to seep into the bone marrow in the night wind.

This is the yin energy contained in this world and the night.

Therefore, at night, all children and young people with weak qi and blood cannot step out of the house. Once the yin and dark energy seeps into the body, they will get seriously ill.

If it is serious, it will be killed.

Along the way, almost every household closed the door, and occasionally a few people went out were all strong men in Chengjiazhuang.

The village was cold and quiet, and even many dogs raised by the people dared not bark, as if they were afraid to attract something in the dark.

Soon, Cheng Yuan returned to his third uncle Cheng Yongyuan's house.

Hula.

When Cheng Yuan opened the door, he suddenly felt bright candlelight, warm heat, the aroma of food, and warm popularity coming towards him, making the whole person relax.

Compared with the cold and darkness outside the house, the inside is heaven.

Cheng Yuan turned around and closed the door, preventing the night wind from blowing in.

"Brother!" The voice came, and the pretty girl came up and touched Cheng Yuan's clothes.

"Brother, your clothes are wet. You are back so late. Be careful not to get sick." My sister Cheng Yu looked at him with some complaints.

Cheng Yuanjia practiced the sword technique for the whole afternoon, especially the last half hour of the sword technique transformation, and practiced it with all his heart, which made his clothes sweat.

"Your brother is the number one hero of my young generation in Chengjiazhuang. I'm not afraid of these!" A rough man sat at the table and smiled. It was the third uncle Cheng Yongyuan.

Cheng Yuan couldn't help but smile when he heard this.

The man in Chengjiazhuang has always been simple and rude.

He has lived in this world for more than ten years and has become a little accustomed to the customs and customs.

"You can!" Aunt Zhao Xiaohe, who was already carrying a stack of clean clothes, glared at Cheng Yongyuan after hearing this, and handed the clothes to Cheng Yuan.

"The food is left in the stove and it's hot. Change your clothes soon and come out to have a meal."

Cheng Yuan smiled, went into his room, and changed into clean clothes.

When I came out, there was already a hot meal on the table.

A large stack of soft cakes, a small pot of fragrant, hot wild boar, a plate of pickles, and a large bowl of broth.

Cheng Yuan can eat all these meals that are enough for two or three adult men.

For internal martial artists who have reached the limit of the human body, their body consumption is very large.

The aroma came to my face, and Cheng Yuan quickly grabbed a big cake, wrapped it in a piece of wild boar and a little pickled vegetables, and swallowed it voraciously.

"Don't choke!" Aunt Zhao Xiaohe looked at Cheng Yuan with a smile.

Cheng Yuan raised his head, and still wrapped a big mouthful of cake in his mouth, and said vaguely: "This cake is soft and gentle, Aunt San, you are delicious."

In this terrifying and weird world, it is a very happy thing to be able to care about your relatives and hot meals.

Soon, Cheng Yuan ate most of the food and finally barely filled it with 70% or 80% full, slowing down his eating speed.

Seeing that Cheng Yuan was eating almost the same, the third uncle Cheng Yongyuan also spoke and chatted with Cheng Yuan: "Ayuan, this time, you must prepare well for the trial of Tianyusi."

"You are the first genius in Chengjiazhuang in thirty years. The whole Zhuangzi hopes that you can become the second genius in Chengjiazhuang in thirty years!"

Cheng Yuan stuffed the cake into his mouth and nodded seriously.

In this world, after becoming an internal martial artist, there are only two ways.

One is to be trapped in the limits of mortals forever until they die after their life spans a hundred years later, or die in the mouth of ghosts in the middle of the journey.

Another thing is to pass the Tianyushi assessment and transform into the rumored celestial being.

Heaven and man, like ghosts, are the levels of life that are absolutely above mortals.

Only when martial arts and body are at its peak, the most powerful martial arts master can barely compete with the weakest ghost "mountain ghost".

And any new celestial being can easily kill the "mountain ghost".

The internal martial artist and the celestial being are the absolute gap in the essence of life.

On this vast land of Qingzhou, every internal martial artist who has reached the limit of the human body is extremely eager to become a celestial being.

Unfortunately, the conditions for internal martial artists to become gods are extremely harsh, and none of them are in a hundred.

"I didn't expect that even the system would not allow me to become a god directly." Cheng Yuan sighed secretly.

He has successively invested four drops of pain in his realm, all of which are strengthening his body.

In fact, the first three drops of pain made Cheng Yuan's body barely reach the limit of a thousand pounds of force, and the human body.

The fourth drop of pain did not produce any essential changes except that it made his body's qi and blood more abundant, and his internal strength stronger and more complete.

When you reach the level of an internal martial artist, you are extremely sensitive to your own body perception.

Cheng Yuan vaguely understood at that time that his body reached the limit of mortals, and even the power of pain could not improve him much.

If you want to become a celestial being, you can only pass the trial of Tianyusi like many internal martial artists in this world.

"Brother, don't force yourself too much." Cheng Yu held his little face with both hands, and there was a worry on his beautiful face: "In Youhe County, there are so many internal martial artists participating in the trial every year, and not many can truly become gods."

Recently, Cheng Yu has seen Cheng Yuan’s hard practice every day, and she is afraid that her brother will be too busy.

Even if an internal martial artist has internal energy to nourish the body, practicing too much will still cause hidden damage to the body.

"It's okay!" Cheng Yuan smiled and stretched out his hand to rub the top of her head, but his eyes fell on Uncle San's empty left sleeve inadvertently.

Uncle San was once an internal martial artist who reached the limit of the human body. Unfortunately, he met a mountain ghost...

Cheng Yuan recalled, his eyes were cold.
To be continued...