Futu Mountain is located in the northern suburbs of the western city, stretching thousands of miles from east to west. The mountains are quiet and quiet, with flowers and plants everywhere. Many warriors come here every morning to regulate their breathing and practice martial arts. Each warrior occupies a vast area and will never be disturbed by each other.

After leaving the "Yuer Breakfast Restaurant", Ye Kaixin jogged out of the city, walked along a rugged mountain road into the depths of the Futu Mountain, and finally stopped on a flat hill with several ancient maple trees growing.

This small mountain bag is a cultivation place designated by Ye Kaixin. Almost every morning, he would arrive here before dawn, and practice hard under the ancient maple trees on the mountain bag, and never rest until he is exhausted.

At this time, there were no traces of warriors in the Futu Mountains. Occasionally, a few small animals emerged from the forest and grass. After seeing the leaves on the mountain bags, they immediately rushed into the grass in panic.

The mist lingering in the mountains is gradually dissipating, and the sun shines through the clouds on the crystal dewdrops between flowers, plants and trees, reflecting colorful lights, like dreams, and enchanting.

Ye Kaixin ran here from the Martial Arts Academy in one breath. Her clothes were soaked in sweat, and she was almost exhausted. No matter how beautiful the scenery around her was, he had no intention of appreciating it.

"If you can't pass the strength assessment of the Martial Arts Academy, it means you have lost the qualification to participate in the university college recruitment. Is it really like the federal doctors said that I, Ye Kaixin, will spend my life in mediocrity and mediocrity? But... I'm not willing to give up!"

Ye Kaixin pulled the corner of her mouth, pulled out a helpless and bitter smile, and lay on the grass under her weakly.

When he was six years old, Ye Kaixin was diagnosed with "disordered meridians". This rare disease with a chance of only one in a million not only affected his physical health, but also seriously hindered his martial arts practice, so that he put in several times more effort than his peers, but his progress in strength was still far behind them.

A federal physician once asserted that no matter how hard Ye Kaixin is, it is difficult to make a great breakthrough in martial arts. Even if he can finally break through the realm of a third-class warrior recognized by the federally recognized third-class warrior, it is a miracle.

If it were someone else, he might have been depressed and even depressed by such a heavy blow. Ye Kaixin has been persisting until now with a tenacious belief in never giving up and never giving up.

Ye Kaixin believes in miracles, so he has been waiting.

But when will a miracle happen?

A mountain wind blew, and Ye Kaixin couldn't help but fight a cold war.

It’s not the cold wind, but the cold heart!

...

The mountain fog dissipated and the sun became dazzling. Ye Kaixin retracted his flying thoughts, turned over and sat up, preparing to practice the Buddhist sect's "Yi Jin and Marrow Cleansing Sutra", and then practice the "Tathagata Seven Star Fist" frequently, and return to the city before sunset in the evening.

He had just sat cross-legged, and when he raised his eyes, he found two rays of light coming from the western sky, jumping up and down among the mountains at a fast speed, and in the blink of an eye it had landed on the tops of the two nearby mountains.

"Then...what is that? What a fast speed!"

Ye Kaixin suddenly stood up and looked closely at him. Only then did he realize that the two rays of light were two figures.

The two stood upright and met from afar. The light clothes on their bodies were dancing with the mountain wind, as if they were flying immortals from the sky.

A sharp roar sounded, and the two people standing on the top of the mountain ejected again. This time they did not play a game of chasing each other again, but instead used the power of thunder and lightning to crash into each other with the momentum of lightning.

"boom……"

It was like fireworks blooming in the air. A brilliant and dazzling wave of aura burst out between the two people who collided with each other, and then it surged into the surrounding space like ripples.

The two seemed to be a pair of life and death enemies, and their bodies were suddenly separated and merged between the mountains. Whether they were close to each other, or when they were bombarded with air waves, they all tried their best to control the other party to death.

Every time they took action, they brought about the effect of landslides and cracks, smoke and dust dancing, stone chips splashing, and the whole earth seemed to tremble.

Oh my God, what level of their strength has reached?

Are they star warriors? No, the strength of star warriors seems to be incomparable to them!

Are they Yang-level warriors? No, Yang-level warriors should be more powerful and powerful than them!

"The strength is stronger than the star-level warriors and weaker than the Yang-level warriors. They should be moon-level warriors between the two, right?" Ye Kaixin looked at the two people in the fierce battle in a daze, and guessed randomly based on his intuition.

There are tens of millions of federal warriors, and according to their individual strength, they divide the three levels of star rating, moon level and yang level. Star rating warriors are the weakest, followed by moon level warriors, and Yang level warriors are the strongest.

These three levels of warriors are divided into different levels.

According to the degree of light seen by the naked eye, astronomers divide the stars in the sky into six levels, among which the sixth-class star is the darkest and the first-class star is the brightest. According to this, the Federation also divides star-level warriors into six levels to first-class star six levels; yang-level warriors are divided into three levels: morning sun, fiery sun, and sunset; moon-level warriors are divided into three levels: new moon, waning moon, and full moon.

Ye Kaixin guessed that the two warriors in front of him were indeed among the moon-level warriors, and they possessed the strength of the crescent moon warriors. The difference is that one of them practices ancient martial arts, while the other one is a new martial arts practitioner.

Although the moon-level warrior does not have extraordinary strength and prominent reputation like the Yang-level warrior, he can be regarded as a strong level among the tens of millions of warriors in the Federation, and his strength cannot be underestimated.

The strongest warrior Ye Kaixin has ever met before is his middle school ancient martial arts teacher, a first-class warrior from the Federation. This is the first time he has witnessed the duel between two moon-level warriors in front of him, and he only has the word "shock" in his heart.

"Bang..."

The ground suddenly shook, and two waning moon warriors jumped from the top of the mountain to a clearing in front of them at the same time, like two huge rocks falling down, causing the ground to crack and quickly extend into all directions like a spider web.

"Good, so awesome! Idol!"

Ye Kaixin hid behind a huge rock, staring at the two waning moon warriors in the fierce battle, his heart pounding, and the blood in his body boiled with brilliant and exciting waves of air and deafening loud noises.

Two waning moon warriors attacked each other from a distance, and the qi and force emitted collided in the air one after another. Then, with the collision point as the center, it turned into shock waves and spread outwards. Wherever the qi and force reached, all flowers, plants, trees, mountains, rocks and huge rocks turned into powder chips.

The Warrior of the Crunk Moon has the "Broken Gold"-level attack power that many warriors in the Federation can't match. Even the hard metal will shatter into pieces under their attack, not to mention the plants, trees, mountains and rocks around it?

Suddenly, a qi rushed out obliquely and hit the huge rock in front of Ye Kaixin. The rock could not bear it and suddenly turned into stone dust and dust, spreading for a long time.

Ye Kaixin was caught off guard, and his body was affected by the remaining energy of Qi. He felt that his chest was hit hard by a heavy hammer. With a muffled groan, his body suddenly flew backward and hit an ancient maple with a thick waist behind him.

The Gu Feng trembled for a while and then remained motionless. Ye Kaixin felt that his muscles and bones seemed to be broken, his throat was fishy and sweet. He couldn't help but open his mouth and spewed out a ball of blood mist. His eyes were a little black, and he almost fainted.

In a daze, he seemed to see a colorful ball the size of an egg flew out between the two waning moon warriors fighting fiercely, and then drew a mysterious colorful arc in the air, and fell to him like a meteor.

Although the colored ball is not big, it falls from a high altitude and is astonishingly fast. Even if it is made of wood, it will cause great damage when hitting it. If the head is unfortunately "fortunate" by it, the head will be broken and blood will be light, and it is possible to hang up on the spot if it is serious.

"God, I hope that thing won't hit me!"

Ye Kaixin instinctively wanted to move her body to prevent the color ball from falling on him, but at this moment he was numb and powerless, and he couldn't move at all. Even his neck became stiff as iron, and even his head was powerless even if it was tilted to the side.

In desperation, he had to roll his eyes desperately, stare at the colorful ball that was falling like lightning, and pray in his heart.

There are many things in the world. The more you worry about it, the more likely it will happen.

The colorful ball roared and fell from the air, and the direction pointed by the landing point was neither biased nor crooked, which was Ye Kaixin's head.

"It's over, I'm going to be hit! I'm so unlucky!"

In horror, Ye Kaixin closed her eyes tightly, and a tragic scene of his brain splattering and his head bleeded.

Strangely, when the colored ball fell one foot above Ye Kaixin's head, it seemed that it had sensed something. It paused for a moment, and then smashed it down with a faster and more powerful force.

There was no tragic scene as I imagined, and there was not even a trace of pain. After the colored ball hit Ye Kaixin's head, it actually attached to his scalp honestly.

The result was much beyond Ye Kaixin's expectations. He breathed a sigh of relief and secretly called luck in his heart.

A gust of mountain wind blew, and the colorful ball above his head suddenly trembled. If Ye Kaixin could see it at this time, he would be surprised to find that the colorful ball was shrinking rapidly like the melting of ice and snow in the trembling, and disappeared in an instant.

While the colored ball melted, Ye Kaixin felt a series of cold and hot air flows poured into his body from the "Baihui point" on the top of his head, and his head seemed to be torn open hard, making the heart-shaking bone-eroding pain.

Because of the pain, Ye Kaixin's consciousness became a little blurred, but he could still clearly feel the flow of air invading his body as if it was spiritual. He did not need to be guided by any internal breathing method. They would run and wander on their own and impact the abnormal meridians in his body.

If the meridians of the human body are regarded as hollow pipes, then the "pipes" in Ye Kaixin, who suffers from "merid meridian meridians" disease, are not only different in thickness, but also entangled and chaotic, and many of them are in a closed state.

It is this situation that has caused Ye Kaixin to have a long-term blood stagnation, poor internal breathing, and a thin body on the surface and poor complexion. However, it is reflected in martial arts. It is half the result with twice the effort and ten times more than others, but the results they receive are not even one-tenth of others.
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