The four words "start practicing" are like a spell.

Wu Tie seemed to have chicken blood, held his neck, took a step forward, and rushed forward in big strides. It took only a short quarter of an hour to reach the position Lao Tie said.

He rolled and crawled all the way, and fell a lot. His whole body was covered with mud and moss, and countless spider webs were hung on it, dirty like a mud monkey. Wu Tie placed Lao Tie on a mud bun, supported his knees with both hands, and looked at him panting.

"You kid... are you getting rid of your blood? You run so fast?" Lao Tie said, "I don't know which one is white..."

With a dry laugh, Lao Tie's red eyes turned: "Who said you can't practice? You don't lack arms or legs... The question is, even if you lack arms or legs, why can't you practice?"

"I, my...father taught me "Breaking the Sky Fist", but I..." Wu Tie gasped and stuttered: "I... can't make a complete set of punches. My body is too weak..."

Lao Tie's eyes flashed red, and countless extremely thin lights that were invisible to the naked eye swept across Wu Tie's body quickly.

"Call me and have a look." Lao Tie said dryly.

Wu Tie looked at Lao Tie, gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and straightened his waist. He spread his legs apart, punched in front and behind, and put on a set of strong boxing postures.

‘Hey, ha’!

‘Hey, ha’!

Wu Tie shouted loudly and beat the Wu family's secret foundation-building fist "Breaking the Sky Fist" with a stern look.

When Wu Tie punched the first punch, his muscles suddenly twitched, and Lao Tie snorted coldly.

When Wu Tie punched the second punch, blood vessels under his skin suddenly swelled, and Lao Tie snorted twice in a row.

The third punch was shot, and Lao Tie's eyes were bright and bloody. He spoke in a high tone: "Enough, I understand. This "Baotian Fist" has extremely high requirements for physical fitness... If you hit it once, it is equivalent to self-harm once."

"Kaka" smiled a few times, and Lao Tiedao said: "Which idiot created this punch? But..."

The blood in his eyes dimmed. Lao Tie was silent for a while and murmured: "Maybe, this is also the right choice. However, whether it is correct or not has nothing to do with grandpa. Strategic analysis is not my job."

The blood light suddenly lit up, and a large piece of blood spurted out from Lao Tie's eyes, and turned into a light curtain of more than ten meters around Wu Tie.

In the light curtain, a figure wearing a fully enclosed white tight armor appeared, and the armor was shining brightly like a white crystal. A soft and beautiful woman's voice suddenly sounded: "Basic building style, first style, start!"

The figure was extremely soothing in movement. He slowly spread his legs apart, stretched out his hands, and turned slightly, making a movement of a small amplitude.

Wu Tie looked at the light curtain in horror and at the figure in the light curtain.

He was even more startled by the soft woman's voice.

He and Lao Tie are the only ones here. The woman's voice is clearly not Lao Tie's voice.

"What is this?" Wu Tie exclaimed.

"What are you stupid? Follow me." Lao Tie snorted impatiently: "Work hard, work hard... Follow me quickly, I'm struggling with great difficulty."

‘Struggle’?

Wu Tie looked at Lao Tie's white and miserable skeleton face, which seemed to be unchanged, and stuck out his tongue: "The foundation-building style, the name is not majestic at all!"

The old iron eyes were full of blood: "Grandpa, I can call this set of things "The Great Demon Fist of the Gods and Kill the Immortals and the Heavens", or "The Original Broken Hongmeng Cracking Great Power"... Is it interesting?"

"Tell you a lesson... The name doesn't matter, what matters is the connotation!"

"Lesson 2... Don't doubt grandpa, I, if you doubt me, you will be beaten!"

With a "bang", Lao Tie's two rows of white and miserable teeth, a big tooth flashed with blue light, and a very thin light hit Wu Tie's thigh. His flesh suddenly thrust, as if he was stabbed by countless fine needles. Wu Tie screamed in pain and sat on the ground.

"The foundation-building style, the first style, start!" Lao Tie roared dryly.

Wu Tie looked at the figure in the light curtain, stood up swayingly, and made the same movement as him.

When I waved the "Breaking the Sky Fist", my muscles and bones seemed to be filled with lead, and my muscles seemed to be torn, nor did I have the violent, surging, and uncontrollable blazing force erupting from my internal organs.

When Wu Tie secretly practiced on the Wu family school field, this hot force that surged from his internal organs made him spit blood several times.

Wu Tie made the first foundation-building style. He heard the brittle sound of several tendons on his body being pulled apart, and felt a few bones moving a little, and the muscles on his arms were a little sore, which was very numb.

Following the shadow, he maintained this strange movement for a minute. The shadow's lower body remained motionless, and his upper body changed a posture soothingly. His arms spread slightly backward like birds' wings.

"The foundation-building style, the second style, start!"

Wu Tie followed the figure's movements. He heard the slight sound of tendons near his shoulder and neck, and could feel that several muscles on his back became itchy and a little hot.

"The foundation-building style, the third style, start!"

...

Each movement changes, the movements are soothing and gentle. The soft female voice has a mysterious charm. Unconsciously, Wu Tie's movements become particularly natural and harmonious, and his breathing frequency has changed unconsciously.

With every breath, Wu Tie seemed to have inhaled some strange substances from the air and discharged some useless waste from his body.

Sweat continued to seep out of the pores, and the sweat carried a faint fishy smell.

When he reached the eighteenth stance, Wu Tie was sweating all over, his skin was red, and white air rushed out from his head. He squinted his eyes, was confused, and his body became soft, and he actually sat on the ground and fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I slept, but when I arrived, a blind rat that was many feet long fell beside Wu Tie.

This blind mouse has extremely poor vision and is almost blind. He feeds on various mushrooms and mosses in the cave and grows quite plump. After eating and peeling it alive, Wu Tie felt his whole body full of strength.

His condition has never been so good, and Wu Tie even feels like he is completely refreshed.

"Hold my grandpa, look at the direction and walk forward!" Lao Tie shouted: "Listen, pay attention to the breathing frequency, one, two, one... one, two, one... one, two, one... one, two, one... walk in unison!"

Wu Tie picked up Lao Tie and walked in the direction Lao Tie said with great strides.

After walking a few steps, Wu Tie slapped his feet and slapped his slap on the ground with a slight and eight steps away.

Wu Tie climbed up without saying a word, ran to Lao Tie to pick him up, and then continued to strode forward.

Go forward, go forward, go forward...

In this wonderland, the circular basin in the middle is thousands of miles in radius, and there are also large areas of sand and gravel Gobi outside the basin. The basin is like a sea bowl. Under Lao Tie's instructions, Wu Tie continues to move towards the center of the basin.

The red light in front is gradually brighter, and the temperature around is gradually rising.

The moss on the ground gradually became thicker, and the bushes of large mushrooms gradually became more and more. There were so many branches, and vegetation that Wu Tie had never seen before was gradually increased, and dense forests were integrated in many places.

"This is, fern!" Wu Tie carried Lao Tie forward while holding Lao Tie, and practiced the foundation-building style when he was resting. When he was walking, when he encountered something Wu Tie didn't know, Lao Tie would teach him the names and characteristics of these vegetation.

"These ferns are all mutant species, and they can grow by relying on the heat and light of the lava." Lao Tie's eyes shot out and swept over a fern: "This is an edible fern... Remember its appearance and characteristics, sometimes it can save lives!"

Which fern can be eaten, which fern is highly poisonous, which fern can paralyze people, which fern can actually explode and kill people...

Which mushrooms are delicious, which one will die if you eat them, which mushrooms have companion venomous spiders, and which mushrooms are the most popular among the little insects...

Which venomous snake is the most venomous, which venomous snake is the fastest, which venomous snake is the most powerful strangling power, which venomous snake can splash venom and hurt people...

Lao Tie is a huge treasure house of knowledge, and Wu Tie draws all kinds of knowledge from him bit by bit.

"You know more than Master." On this day, Wu Tie finally broke through the eighteenth style of the foundation building. After completing the eighteenth style, he did not fall asleep, but smoothly reached the twenty-seventh style before he became hot all over and sat on the ground softly and weakly.

Although I was so tired that I sat down, I was in good spirits and Wu Tie did not fall asleep.

He looked at Lao Tie and admired sincerely.

"Nonsense, grandpa, I'm..." Lao Tie's eyes flashed red, and his tone became very low: "Professional."

"What professional?" Wu Tie looked at Lao Tie curiously.

These days, I am accompanying Lao Tie and walking in this vast wonderland, I learn a lot of novel knowledge from Lao Tie every day, and a lot of clouds in Wu Tie's heart have dissipated.

The hatred of his father and brother was buried deep in his heart, and the words "revenge" were engraved on his heart. Wu Tie's words and deeds returned to what a normal boy should have.

"Professional... Save the lives and help the wounded." Lao Tie's tone became a little weird: "Grandpa, I... are Bian Que's ninth-generation medical and nursing ancient magic weapon!"

Wu Tie looked at Lao Tie blankly.

He couldn't understand what Lao Tie said at all.

"Bian Que, don't you know?" Lao Tie's eyes flashed with blood.

Wu Tie shook his head.

"Ancient God Soldier... you should have heard of the reputation of the 'Ancient God Soldier'." Lao Tie snorted coldly.

"I haven't heard of it." Wu Tie shook his head again honestly.

"Grandpa, I like honest dolls... Come, stand up, foundation building style, first style, get up!" A ray of lightning flashed across Lao Tie's two rows of big teeth, and a thin electric light hit Wu Tie's belly, causing him to scream and jump up.

"No, it's not the first foundation-building style, but, start running, boy!"

"With passion and passion, run, let me see what your cultivation has achieved in the past few days!"

"Run, run around me, yes, run... Run happily, boy!"

A thin layer of electric light enveloped Lao Tie, and extremely thin electric lights slashed at Wu Tie's body.

Wu Tie was sobbing in pain, and staggered around the soil bun where Lao Tie was. The electric light kept hitting his body, and his muscles and internal organs were spasming and trembling due to the slight current stimulation.

The current emitted by Lao Tie carries a strange vitality, and Wu Tie's body functions are increasing extremely slowly.

Little by little, a little bit, the more you run, the more you become more vigorous, and the more you run, the more vigorous you become, Wu Tie gasped, with a faint smell of fishy smell in his breath.

After running wildly for nearly an hour, Wu Tie never thought that he could run for so long without interruption.

In the end, he was exhausted and fell to the ground.

A poisonous snake as thick as a bowl rushed out of a bush of fern forest, showing its poisonous fangs and biting it down at Wu Tie.

A red light flashed, the head of the poisonous snake disappeared, the body broke into hundreds of pieces, and it hit Wu Tie's body with a crackling sound.
To be continued...