Owl meteorite, gaoyangguo, Jiangning County, winter.

    Cold rain, mixed with light snow, 100000 mountains, the night is like ink, without a trace of light.

    At the foot of the mountain, a teenager lay flat, his clothes were broken, the blood stains of the wound were washed away, and he was slapped on his face by the cold rain. He still didn''t wake up, as if he had no breath.

    A fierce cry rang through the valley, broke the silence of 100000 mountains, and woke up the boy, like a corpse. As soon as his pupils opened, he emitted a cold light, which turned into a flash of lightning and rushed to eternity.

    Wow

    Lightning struck down and hit 100000 mountains. The top of the mountain was flattened and rocks splashed. Countless startling birds spread their wings and rushed to the sky in the wind, covering the sky.

    Lightning lit up the earth and the young man. His eyebrows, stars and swords were very handsome. He looked at most 15 or 16 years old. He was very young, about 1.75 meters, but his heels floated, not like a monk.

    "I''m not dead! My leaf QingHan is still alive!"

    The hoarse voice seemed to come from hell, full of vicissitudes and years of tempering, as if it had lived for thousands of years and experienced the ages.

    Yes, he is ye QingHan, the peerless warrior on the owl War Star! Establish ye QingHan of Wupin family! Fight ye QingHan, a hundred great martial masters!

    "This is not my body..." ye QingHan, with a cluster between his eyebrows, shook his fist. His whole body was sore and weak. Not to mention that one fist broke the stars. Whether he could kill a mouse remains to be studied.

    A large number of memories that don''t belong to him gush out, making a black line appear between ye QingHan''s eyebrows.

    "He is also called Ye QingHan. He is only 16 years old... Waste that can''t open up the sea of gas..." ye QingHan''s face is getting heavier and heavier.

    It turned out that the body he possessed was also called Ye QingHan. He was young. There was only one mother in the family, Wang Shi and his five-year-old sister. Ye Mengxi. Because there was no labor at home, he had always lived at the bottom of the Ye family and was bullied. His mother was unable to resist, so she had to give in and just wanted to settle down and make a living.

    The young man could not practice and became the target of many children''s humiliation. No matter the people of the Ye family or the young people of other families, they all humiliated the ye QingHan to show their strength.

    Recalling this memory, ye QingHan raised his mouth slightly, a sneer of self mockery and murderous spirit rushed out of his body, and whispered, "it seems that you are not only a waste, but also a poor fellow."

    This afternoon, ye Qingfeng and ye Xiaomeng of the Ye family, together with several young masters and young ladies of the Wang family, abducted ye QingHan outside the town and beat him wildly, but they didn''t expect to be killed directly. They were afraid of taking responsibility and threw it directly to the foot of the 100000 mountain, but they didn''t expect that their body was robbed by the peerless great warrior from the owl war star.

    "Tut tut..." ye QingHan laughed at himself. When was it the turn of some little guys to bully? His weak body made him feel pain. Looking up at the bad weather, he couldn''t help trembling. His hair suddenly rose and his goose bumps burst all over.

    "Since I bear your body, I will help you take care of your mother and sister. Of course, there is your hatred. Don''t worry about it!" ye QingHan, with a cold flash, resolutely set foot on Wanshan town.

    "QingHan, where are you?"

    "Brother..."

    Two shouts swayed along the cold wind, and the sound became weaker and weaker. One was young and the other was old, which touched the heart of Ye QingHan as cold as iron.

    "Fortunately, I have at least one mother who loves me and a lovely sister, which is a warm place in my bad fate." ye QingHan accelerated his steps and ran to a dim light.

    In the distance, an old woman helped a little girl of about five or six years old. Under the irradiation of the lantern, the little girl looked like a porcelain doll with a thin white face, which was cherished. The old woman''s face was wrinkled, like a dead bark.

    Ye QingHan''s eyes were as bright as a torch. He could see the two people in front of him through the dark night. He couldn''t help feeling distressed for a while, and a stream of anger and pity poured out from the bottom of his heart.

    "Mom, Mengxi, I''m here!" ye QingHan took two steps and made one step, rushed forward, came to the side of Wang and ye Mengxi, looked at Ye Mengxi trembling in the cold wind, his eyes were red, and directly took her into his arms, trying to give the last warmth to the child.

    Looking at the miserable ye QingHan, Wang knew that he had been beaten again, trembled slightly, raised the broken oil paper umbrella in his hand to his head and wept bitterly.

    "I''m sorry, son, I can''t protect you..." Wang is desperate. In this age when the earth swallows blood and bones, she has no strength, only the share of being bullied, and there is no room for resistance. I don''t know how long this life will last. If it weren''t for the young Ye Mengxi and ye QingHan, she might commit suicide immediately, End this sad life.

    Ye QingHan''s nose is sour. This is what a man should do, but his mother''s love is boundless and makes people silent.

    "Mom, I''ve found a way to open up a sea of gas! Our life will change and no one will bully us!" ye QingHan held an oil paper umbrella to Wang''s head and walked to Wanshan Town step by step with Ye Mengxi.

    Wang looked at ye QingHan in surprise and couldn''t help smiling bitterly. He felt that his son didn''t want to be sad and deliberately comforted himself.

    Ye Mengxi also opened his eyes. His pure eyes were full of questions. Ye QingHan couldn''t help smiling bitterly and didn''t explain anything.

    In Wanshan Town, three big families gather together, which is quite vertical and horizontal. The Wang family, ye family and Xu family unite and suppress each other, just to become the first family in Wanshan town.

    The first step for practitioners is to cultivate the body, which is called the body refining environment. The body refining has nine weights. The first weight is that the body alone can reach 100 kg, the second weight is that one punch can hit 200 kg, the third weight, 400 kg, the fourth weight, 800 kg, the fifth weight, 1600 kg, which is enough to break the stone and crack all iron to reach the sixth weight. All iron in the body will not be hurt, Strength up to 3200 kg!

    Reaching the seventh weight is a threshold, which can burn Qi and blood. With the help of Qi and blood, you can exert 10000 Jin! In the early stage of being honored as a martial artist, the body is eight heavy, with a force of 20000 kg. The fist is broken, and the leg can break steel. You can''t dare not follow it. It is honored as the middle stage of being a martial artist. As for the body nine heavy, the power is exaggerated to indescribable. With a force of 40000 kg, the fierce tiger and beast can be killed with a fist!

    The strongest in Wanshan town is the patriarch of the three families. They are all the accomplishments of the martial arts in the middle stage. However, at that level, no one is willing to fight and become a deterrent. As long as they don''t die, the family can stand in Wanshan town.

    "Wu zhe?" ye QingHan''s lips curled and his heart gushed out an anger. Wu Zhe, who even the people refused to protect, is just a waste. Is Wu zhe very powerful? Is 20000 Jin powerful?

    Cluck

    Ye QingHan felt Ye Mengxi trembling in his arms, and his anger was even worse. His iron fist almost crushed the oil paper umbrella.

    Back at Ye''s house, Wang tiptoed for fear of being humiliated for disturbing others. Looking at Wang''s poor appearance, ye QingHan shook his head.

    Ye QingHan looked at the "home" in front of him. It was ventilated on all sides. The low one had to bend over even to enter the door. It was clear that it was a thatched house piled up with mud and dead trees at the corner of the Ye family. He had no sense of belonging to the Ye family.

    "I want you to live in the palace, soon." ye QingHan thought that this mother and daughter should live in the happiest palace. No one can bully them. They are their own enemies.

    "Mom, you should take a hot bath for Mengxi first. Don''t let her freeze." ye QingHan handed Ye Mengxi over to Wang, stood outside the door alone, ignored the light rain, and closed his eyes to feel why this body can''t open up a sea of air.

    If you can''t open up the sea of Qi, it means that you can''t produce true Qi, and refining your body won''t produce ''power''. Without power, what kind of cultivator is that?

    Soon, ye QingHan found the reason. It turned out that the accumulation of impurities in the body blocked the vein, let alone opened up a sea of air. It was a miracle to live so much.

    This is not a big problem. For ye QingHan of Dawu Zun, there are 10000 ways to solve it.

    Ye QingHan shook his body gently, and his body gradually warmed up. He began to play Ye''s basic boxing. This is not ye''s boxing in Wanshan Town, but the basic boxing and second-class martial arts of Ye''s family, a big family of five grades. The whole Wanshan town can''t find the second second second-class martial arts!

    I don''t know how many times this set of boxing has been played. Ye QingHan can fight against it. It''s faster and faster. It dances in the wind, cold and rain.

    Brush

    The cold rain shot hard, the rain was falling harder and harder, the speed of leaf light cold was faster and faster, and some black impurities gradually appeared on the body surface. They were soon washed away by the rain, emitting white fog and steaming heat to help him resist the cold.

    There are twelve basic fist techniques. Ye QingHan played them over and over again. There are more and more impurities on the body surface, emitting a stench. If the stench was not swept away by the cold wind, it would probably disturb Wang and ye Mengxi in the house.

    Half an hour later, ye QingHan suddenly felt that as soon as the Dantian was warm, a genuine Qi swam away, and even if there was only one trace, it made him grin.

    It doesn''t seem difficult. Once upon a time, a big Wu Zun would smile because of a trace of true Qi?

    The sea embraces all rivers, and tolerance is great!

    Under the control of Ye QingHan, this trace of true Qi began to open up a sea of Qi.

    The size of an air sea is different. There is no comparability between an air sea with hundreds of miles and an air sea with a size of only a few meters! (the internal space of the air sea is calculated separately)

    Most people will not open up a great sea of Qi, because that means it is particularly difficult to promote the realm. Compared with a friar with a hundred miles of Qi and a friar with only ten miles of Qi, the power consumed by promoting the realm is ten times!

    The gas sea is full, 990 miles. No one dares to open up their own gas sea to this extent, not to mention Wanshan town. Even if it is an owl meteorite, it is useless. Although such a gas sea is invincible at the same level, it is difficult to cross a small realm!

    However, ye QingHan wants to open up the air sea to the great perfection. If he wants to seal the emperor, the air sea must reach the great perfection, otherwise it will be a joke.

    PS: all modifications, love you, Moda