Chapter 1: Blood feud

The red sun was scorching, and there was a big sun in the sky blooming thousands of red lights, the ground was baked hot and hot, the clouds seemed to be burned by the scorching sun, and they disappeared without a trace, and there was no cloud in all.
At this moment, just at noon, when the scorching sun was the hottest, no one wanted to walk around the town, and even the hard-working men were lying in the teahouse to enjoy the cool.
But at the east end of Qingshi Town, there was the sound of iron strikes.
Following the prestige, an old building stands at the east end of the town. Compared with the magnificent buildings nearby, this building that covers an area of ​​hundreds of meters looks isolated. The wide gate was closed tightly without guards.
Four ancient characters are engraved on it: Longxing Wuguan.
In the courtyard, a young man was naked, his mouth and nose were breathing heavily. He held a huge hammer in his hand, and the young man turned the dark hammer in his hand and slowly beat it on the anvil.
Klang!
The clanging of steel continued to explode, and a sledgehammer of a hundred kilograms was rotating in his hand.
The muscles on the young man's arm bulge slightly. If you observe carefully, every time you swing the hammer, the muscles on the arm are contracting, as if they can explode with infinite strength.
"Come on." His eyes fell on the embryonic sword that was about to take shape, and the young man murmured inadvertently, rubbing the beads of sweat on his face. This young man was called Yang Tian, ​​who was about to reach sixteen years old, he had beautiful eyes and his naked skin was slightly yellowed. But he has a steady face and is very different from his peers.
"Xiaotian, why are you hitting iron again? Now that there is no shortage of money at home, you should hurry up and practice." An elderly man suddenly walked in from the door, wearing a gray short shirt, with fairly strong bare muscles. When he saw that his adopted son was still hitting the iron as usual, he hurriedly walked over, with a trace of affection in his tone.
This old man is Lin Yuan, Yang Tian's adoptive father, and the curator of Longxing Wuguan. Just eight years ago, he found a child in the yard, and Lin Yuan adopted him. Then, eight years passed quietly.
"Foster father, I'll do it, you go and rest, I'm also practicing like this." Yang Tian hurriedly pushed away Lin Yuan's arm, and Yang Tian scratched his head and grinned.
Soon he turned around and waved the hammer in his hand again, staring at the anvil intently, calm and steady.
As the sound fell, sparks splashed on the anvil, and metal symphony sounded continuously. There were dozens of drops of red, crystal-clear blood in Yang Tiantianhai's area, and they suddenly rolled up at this moment, and the slightly rippling blood penetrated into the palm of his hand. This force was a few points higher than before!
This blood energy is the result of Yang Tian's painstaking cultivation. There is a peculiar energy in this world. The human race creates a practice method that can absorb these energy into the body to fill the blood energy in the body. It is collectively called "blood refining" in the cultivation world.
This energy is collectively referred to as "Heaven and Earth Essence".
What is blood refining? Absorb the essence of heaven and earth, nourish the qi and blood in the body, and the fullness of qi and blood can develop the human body's potential, temper the body, can force the mountains and the world, and achieve the supreme treasure!
Refining blood is divided into: one to nine levels.
When Lin Yuan saw Yang Tian's persistence, his old face suddenly showed a few smiles.
Since the adoption of Yang Tian, ​​Lin Yuan has treated him as a parent and child. Although he has lived in poverty these years, Lin Yuan is extremely satisfied. Moreover, Yang Tian is also very sensible, and often tricks some swords to sell money to subsidize his family.
"Zizzi..."
Yang Tian put the forged sword embryo into the water stabbing, and the thick mist rose into the air, and the water in the bucket kept boiling. After a while, Yang Tian wiped the sweat off his face and looked at the rough sword embryo, his face was rather dissatisfied.
"I don't know when I can forge a blood vessel. The classics left by the family are too mutilated." Reluctantly shook his head, Yang Tian slowly turned around, looking at Lin Yuan.
"Foster father, there will be a martial arts competition in three months."
The Martial Arts Competition is held every three years. If you can get into the top ten, the prize money will be very generous.
"Hehe, yeah, I don't know if I can come back with a ranking." Scratching his head, Lin Yuan smiled, his eyes filled with expectations.
"Foster father, you have reached the seventh heaven of refining blood, should it be about the same?" Seeing Lin Yuan's slight lack of confidence, Yang Tian hurriedly comforted: "Foster father, don't worry, there is still me."
"That is, our Xiaotian is the best." Lin Yuan said loudly, rubbing Yang Tian's head.
However, there is a deep bitterness spreading in his heart. If Lin Yuan can't get the bonus, the land of Longxing Martial Arts Hall has not been rented for half a year, and the deadline will soon be reached.
If you can't get the bonus, Longxing Wuguan will be repaid.
Although Yang Tian's talent is against the sky, three months is too short.
"Don't worry about the foster father, Xiaotian will definitely do it, and the ancestral land must not be snatched away." Clenched his small fist, Yang Tian shouted inwardly.
In the past, the Longxing Martial Arts Museum was quite famous in Qingshi Town, but all of this came from Yang Tian.
On a rainy night eight years ago, Lin Yuan found Yang Tian covered in blood in the yard, and his body was almost scattered.
Lin Yuan was taken aback at the time, because the boy's eyes were constantly surging with icy killing intent, making an eight-year-old child so painful. Lin Yuan knew in his heart that he would have suffered a catastrophe in his childhood!
At that time, Lin Yuan's family had no children. His wife had suffered a disaster and Lin Yuan never married.
Lin Yuan loves children who descend from the sky, and he is about to be old, so he adopts Yang Tian. Just healed Yang Tian's illness, Lin Yuan almost broke his family, he himself was stubborn like a donkey, and vowed not to give up unless Yang Tian's illness was cured.
A huge amount of elixir was spent, and in this way, the Dragon Star Martial Arts Hall declined over time. Now there are only two of them in the Martial Arts Hall.
It took seven full years of time alone!
Under Lin Yuan's meticulous care, the relationship between them has become the same as father and son. Lin Yuan has not asked Yang Tian what happened in his childhood.
When Yang Tian was fifteen years old, he rose up like a comet, breaking through to the third heaven of refining blood in less than a year! Called a generation of wizards.
Some people have just come into contact with cultivation, and being able to reach the Three Heavens of Refining Blood in two years is already considered a good talent, but Yang Tian has reached the Triple Heaven of Refining Blood in one year, and he has put those geniuses far and can be compared with the disciples of the big family.
at night.
"Crack!"
The door opened, Yang Tian walked to the desk, and then sat quietly next to it. After a few breaths of silence, he picked up a bamboo pen, dipped it with ink, and looked at a rough rice paper under his nose.
In Yang Tian's calm eyes, he was full of anger at this moment!
His eyes were full of rage and hatred, and his eyes were bloodshot. All the resentment in his heart is written in paper.
This is what Yang Tian must do every day, maybe only in this way can he always remember the hatred in his heart! Let him not forget the picture eight years ago!
I saw the cold light in Yang Tian's eyes under the swaying candlelight, and the invisible evil spirit spread, and the open eyes also had monstrous resentment.
On the rice paper, the pen is sharp, like a swarm of snakes dancing.
He wrote the first word "Dragon", and when the word fell, the killing air spread in the rice paper!
The strokes of the pen were staggered, and he continued to write the second character. With just one "dragon" written, Yang Tian's breathing became a little quick, and the bamboo pen cracked.
He wrote the second word "Yang".
Longyang!
When the two characters fell, there were more and more cracks on the bamboo brush, and Yang Tian's palm suddenly clenched.
"Boom!"
The bamboo brush burst open and turned into a pile of debris. A cold wind hit Yang Tian's face.
"Boom!"
Looking at the two words, Yang Tian squeezed the corner of the table with his bare hands. The thin blood in his body seemed to be awakened by him, and it rose up suddenly, seeming to cater to the grief of the teenager, and it was rumbling, it was composing a sonorous war song. !
Quill, the hatred in Yang Tian's eyes gradually increased, he hit his chest hard, he was complaining that he was useless. Under the huge hammer blow! The corners of his mouth gradually overflowed with blood.
"Longyang, who are you? My family and you have no grievances and no enmity. Why do you want to kill my people? Longyang old dog! Sooner or later I will slaughter you all the time, so that you often lose the pain of your loved ones, and let you taste the pain of family destruction. ."
He roared with anger in his heart, like a peerless beast, his red eyes were breathtaking.
Eight years ago, Yang Tian's family was surrounded by a group of people in black. At this critical moment, his parents tore through the void and sent Yang Tian into the space channel.
Yang Tian's biological parents are unknown to life and death? Yang Tian jumped into the void, his body couldn't stand the damage of the space force, and was deeply injured. This time he was rescued by Lin Yuan.
Yang Tian only heard the leader call out the word "Longyang Emperor", but this person Yang Tian never heard of it.
"Longyang old dog, you wash your neck and wait for Lao Tzu, I will go back to you sooner or later. If my parents have an accident, my parents won't have an accident..."
Yang Tian closed his eyes tightly and returned to normal when he opened it. He took a deep breath and took out an ancient ring from his neck. There was a dark dragon-shaped pattern on the ring. The dragon-shaped pattern was very strange when projected by the candlelight.