Water, rippling waves!

The water flowed down from the cliff on the hillside, with crisp crying mixed with the sound of falling into the water, like stirred sound patterns, quietly rippling under the space. Next to the pool water, a huge rock was placed, and above the huge rock, a boy was clearly lying.

The boy was about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing black animal skin, a little thin, but his eyebrows were clear and fair-skinned, and he looked different from ordinary black boys in the forest. Even when he was sleeping, his two sword eyebrows were frowned, which made his slightly tender face look a bit cold.

The sound of birds singing in the forest suddenly faded away, and the boy's frowning brow slowly relaxed. It was originally cold and turned into gentle. As the noise gradually faded, a one-eyed lone wolf walked out of the quiet forest. The wolf was a group creature. Most lone wolfs were the head wolves that independently escaped from the pack after being defeated by the new generation of head wolves. The lone wolf looked old and had wounds covered with wounds, but the blood energy revealed on the body was much richer than the young and fast-moving head wolves.

When walking out of the forest and half-squatted by the stream to drink water, the one-eyed eye was still rotating in the space. At this time, the lone wolf found a figure, put away his licking tongue, lurked carefully, and slowly approached the stone. There was a crack in the left eyelid, and the broken eyeball was milky white. Only the right eye was still slightly rotating in his eyes. Compared with the young and strong wolf, it was no longer fast and brave. Time had corrupted its body. However, under time, it cultivated its cunning and cunning.

The lone wolf widened his eyes and paid attention to the abnormal movements of his prey: he stood up his ears, and in the noisy environment, he tried his best to catch the prey's breath; his limbs were stepping on the soft ground without making any sound. At the same time, it was always paying attention to the route of departure. As long as there was something wrong, it would turn around and run away immediately. It had lost its courage and ruthless mind. For it, survival was what it should think about.

Finally, as the prey gradually approached, it appeared within two meters. At this distance, with just one pounce, it could pounce beside the prey and bit off the neck. However, there was no strangeness on the prey, and it seemed that it was really falling asleep.

But at this moment, the lone wolf did not choose to attack, but fell in the direction and fled straight towards the Youlin...

The boy jumped up from the huge rock, like a cheetah that had been preparing for a long time, flying out of the stone, with a fast body speed and a more accurate position. With the help of the stone standing on the water, he chased behind the lonely wolf. As each foot accurately stepped on the stone, waves of ripples would ripple from the stone on the water.

The boy stomped his feet suddenly, and the ripples swelled rapidly among the stones. His arms suddenly opened, and his figure jumped up, like an eagle pounced on food, soaring down, and ten fingers were like eagles hooks, directly breaking the fur of the lone wolf, grabbing it in the flesh, tearing it up casually, and two handfuls of flesh and blood were torn off the lone wolf's body.

Blood flowed along the body of the lone wolf, pouring into the stream under the stone, and then gradually dispersed. Under the stimulation of the pain, the lone wolf was aroused to be fierce, spreading its hideous fangs, and pounced straight towards the boy.

The boy's right foot fell and kicked out like a diamond iron bone, with the sound of rushing through the air, kicking the body of the lonely wolf. The lonely wolf flew to the water surface, causing a wave of turbulence. The young man did not pause at all, and landed directly beside the lonely wolf, clenched his fist and smashed it on the wolf's head. He heard a crisp sound on the head, and the lonely wolf fell directly into the stream.

The boy glanced at the lonely wolf who was panting rapidly, pointed his fingers like a knife, and inserted it into its body along the previously torn wound, breaking the lonely wolf's heart.

After the vitality was cut off, I walked to the stream and reached into the smooth flowing stream. The ripples rippled out in circles with the palm as the center, like stones sank into the quiet lake, creating layers of ripples, contaminating the blood on the skin, gradually spreading into the stream.

The frequency of ripples is getting faster and faster, and a stream of water begins to fluctuate out of the ripples. The flowing stream seems to gradually boil, but it is difficult to see trembling and change in your hands.

"The Nine-Curve bloodline has long declined, but martial arts are still popular. Even if I am at the second level, I can still use this to hit the Nine-Ball. When the next full moon is full, I should be able to hit the Ten-Ball." Frequency Fist: Ten-Ball is one light, and hundreds of Bands become one technique. Hundred-Balls are called Frequency Fist, and thousands of Bands can become a martial fist.

The boy's hand stretched out from the stream, and the surface of his palm was covered with dense calluses and wounds. His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of cold light. "My ** has reached the level of a strong man, and his martial arts are even more than the level of a warrior. Unfortunately, he can only coagulate blood and create veins after reaching the third level. At that time, it will not only be easy to cleanse the muscles, but also strengthen the body and muscles. However, the Black Forest Tribe suppresses me everywhere, and the old ghost will not help me perform blood sacrifices. Otherwise, with my rich bloodline, I will only stop at the second level!"

There are always twelve major levels in the human body. Every step you can climb, you can be superior to others: first-level strongman, second-level warrior, third-level transformation pattern, fourth-level marrow melting, fifth-level transformation of organs, sixth-level small penetration, seventh-level germination, eighth-level acupoint, ninth-level great penetration, tenth-level spiritual, eleventh-level hegemon, and the legendary twelfth-level rank. The first two levels belong to the mortal level. As long as you spend enough time and energy, anyone can reach it, and the remaining physical level needs to stimulate bloodlines.

As he thought, figures appeared in the boy's mind, either sneering, contempt, or ridicule... Then, all the faces disappeared in his mind.

The boy stood up and returned to the lone wolf. At this time, the lone wolf had stopped gasping and the blood stains on his body had frozen. The boy picked up the adult wolf of one or two hundred kilograms easily and was easily carried by him on his shoulders and returned along the same path...

Along the way, vines and thorns blocked the original path, hiding the route of his own. After walking for more than an hour, the noise seemed to be there and there was no sound, which was transmitted from the space. The boy climbed over the hillside and saw a tribe of thousands of people under the valley of the hillside. The cold light in the boy's eyes appeared again, but it quickly hid on his gentle face and continued to walk towards the tribe...

A young man wearing a black leather animal jacket with a slightly dark skin and a metallic luster blocked his way. After looking at him, a sneer appeared on his face, "Jiang Li, why did you come back so late today?"

"Tielin, it's hard to fight prey recently, and I have spent a lot of effort to hit this wolf." Jiang Li stood in front of him, his spine straight behind him, his eyes as if he was soaring, and he looked straight into his eyes.

Tie Lin's sneer gradually disappeared, and anger flashed in his eyes, and he swept his whole body, "I heard that you have been able to hit the Qiming Fist recently. When will you try it with me?"

"Okay!" Jiang Li nodded in response, his tone was very concise, without being humble and humble, nor was he allowed to show mercy on his subordinates. Although he knew the opponent's fourth-level strength, even if he hit nine lights, he would not be his opponent.

From the time he entered the Jiuqu Tribe, he had enough of rolling his eyes and saliva. The history of growth can be said to be a history of humiliation, but the little child showed terrible resilience. Even if he was stepped on his feet again and again, he could stand up from the ground every time, then gritted his teeth, swallowed blood, straightened his spine, and looked at the sneering and sarcastic figures.

The two of them looked at each other, and there was a faint collision of fire, but at this moment, Tie Lin sneered, "Two days ago, Mulin had already entered the third level. Among his peers today, you are the only one who is still at the second level."

Jiang Li's figure froze slightly, staring at the other person, his eyes were as deep as water, but this time he didn't say anything, as if he could sense his emotions. Tielin laughed, "Okay, it's not too early, I'm going home."

He paused on the word "home", and his eyes turned, he grabbed the lone wolf in his hand, fumbled his right hand on his body, and threw a piece of fragments to him, "This is the jade piece I found from the mountains to exchange for your prey."

When Jiang Li went out for the first time to hunt, he tried his best to hunt a prey with great difficulty, but was stopped by several peers in the village. Not only were they snatched the prey, but they were also beaten to the ground. When he told the tribe clan with grief and anger, what he got was not his fair ruling, but his beating of the crutches in his hand, because he disturbed his sleep. From that time on, he had completely recognized the facts and started fighting alone, and now, he will continue fighting alone...

"If you want the prey in my hand, the first thing is to beat me; the second thing is to exchange for something!"

At first, he paid a great price for this sentence, but with his own resilience, he stood up from the ground again and again, and looked at every figure with blood. This sentence became the result of his battle. However, such rules seemed much ridiculous to others. For example, the jade piece in Tie Lin's hand was just a piece of worn-out fragment found on the mountain stream, which was of no use except for decoration.

As Tie Lin walked away, Jiang Li lowered his head and opened his eyes slightly, looking at the rough jade in his hand. There was no sign of emotion on his face, but the hand holding the jade was constantly exerting force. Because the jade could not withstand the force, it made a cracking sound, and the broken jade fell from the palm of his hand to the ground.
Chapter completed!