Seek the essence of the strong between life and death. Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself, don't be arrogant with victory, and don't be annoyed by defeat.

In Zhou Xing's eyes, Yang Xie is indeed one of the top geniuses of the new generation, but compared with them, the geniuses of the older generation, his qualifications may not be much different, but in terms of character and courage, he is simply not as good as many people.

Especially his brother, Xiao Shiyi, if he were here, even if he defeated Lu Yun, he would never behave in such an arrogant manner.

"It seems that I have to make early plans to break through to the Qi Gathering Realm."

Zhou Xing touched his chin and said to himself.

Then, Zhou Xing opened the spirit gathering array and continued practicing.

With Zhou Xing's amazing qualifications and the assistance of red and white rope rings.

Zhou Xing is confident that he will reach the state of perfection in the three Dantian within two months.

A night without words, till the end of the night.

"Boom! Boom!"

This is the muscle memory left in his body by Brain White.

The giant wolf turned sideways and avoided.

Zhou Xing followed up with a sliding step and slashed horizontally with his sword.

The giant wolf reluctantly turned its head to avoid the throat.

Knife in the forehead.

The giant wolf hissed in pain, and swung its claws to slam into Zhou Xing's head.

Zhou Xing exerted force with his front legs, stepped back a foot, and got out of the way of his sharp claws. Then he lunged forward with his hind legs, and at the same time, holding the knife in both hands, he made a straight slash, hitting the wolf's head in the middle.

The giant wolf screamed and fell to the ground.

Zhou Xing stepped on the giant wolf, slashing and slashing wildly.

At this moment, Zhou Xing was completely forgetful of himself. For a moment, he felt like he was possessed by the God of War, and the God of Killing came to the world!

"I'm sorry, brother..." At the moment before his death, Yang Xie was not thinking about his personal honor and disgrace, but he felt guilty towards his brother Xiao Shiyi. After all, he was not worthy of being the master of Jingtian.

Although he really mastered the shocking sword, he never understood its true essence. He only stayed at the superficial level such as the power of the sword's light, and failed to truly appreciate the deep thoughts of the ancestor who created this peerless sword move.

In my mind, I truly have the courage to ask questions about the sky and the shocking grandeur.

clang!

The scorching sword light that was swung casually did not kill Yang Xie with a devastating blow. Instead, it violently collided with an object that suddenly appeared. For a time, it actually made a clear sound that resounded thousands of miles away, like the sound of thousands of swords.

, like a thousand swords fighting, the momentum is greater than thousands of troops and horses, and the thunderous roar caused by thousands of thunder and thunderbolts.

Early in the morning, Zhou Xing heard a knock on the door.

Zhou Xing opened the door and took a look and found that it was Zhou Xiong, the son of the village chief Zhou Tong.

Compared with the arrogant appearance before,

Zhou Xiong now looked at Zhou Xing with evasive eyes.

For no other reason than the news that Zhou Xing killed the demon soldiers had already spread wildly in the village.

Even people in the surrounding villages knew about it.

"Are you here to learn blacksmithing?"

Zhou Xing asked.

Zhou Xiong immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

With a domineering attitude, he successfully completed his first kill.

There were rapid footsteps behind him.

The father rushed over with a broom in his hand and shouted: "Beast, let go of my son and come to me if you can."

Zhou Xing turned back.

When Dad saw the blood all over his body, he said "Uh" and dropped the broom in his hand to the ground.

Dad cried loudly: "Son, you are so young, why did you die? I, a white-haired person, give a black-haired person to me, I will not live."

Zhou Xing stepped aside silently.

Dad noticed the bloody wolf corpse on the ground, and then he said belatedly: "Yes, you are a psychic warrior now."

Zhou Xing gave him a look.

Dad was overjoyed: "It's amazing, you are indeed my seed! Becoming a psychic warrior at such a young age does have some of the charm of my youth."

The sword was not succeeded, but there was only a brief exchange. Zhou Xing did not continue to pursue, and casually dispersed the sword light, but his eyes showed a serious look. This was the seriousness he had never seen since the battle that night.

The look on his face showed that he had met an opponent who could truly unleash his full power.

In front of Yang Xie, a man dressed in clean and spotless white clothes stood in the air. He was holding an ordinary wooden sword. It was he who blocked Zhou Xing's "impossible to deal with" attack just now in Xiaoyao's eyes.

The "certain death" sword.

The man in white clothes solemnly held up his hands and was very sincere in his words and deeds. He respectfully apologized to Zhou Xing and said, "Brother Zhou, I am ignorant and rude."

"Brother!?" Xiaoyao's eyes widened, staring at the familiar figure in front of him in disbelief, and he shouted.

Zhou Xing smiled and did not provoke him, but led him into the house.

Throughout the whole day today, Zhou Xing put aside everything and devoted himself wholeheartedly to teaching Zhou Xiong how to blacksmith.

When it gets dark,

Zhou Xingcai stopped teaching, turned around and handed Zhou Xiong a book.

This book is the "Basics of Blacksmithing" that Zhou Xing obtained from Duobao Pavilion.

Zhou Xiong took it over curiously.

Seeing this, Zhou Xing said: "Zhou Xiong, don't come here anymore."

Zhou Xing said nothing and looked at him with burning eyes.

Dad finally remembered the shame just now. He wiped away his tears silently and covered his face with his hands.

Zhou Xing softened his heart. He said seriously: "When I just rushed out, my eyes were blurred by the dust. I seemed to see you kneeling on the ground. Dad, you didn't really kneel, did you?"

When dad heard this...

Confused?

This is great!

Anything that is uncertain does not exist.

Dad immediately became proud: "You are kidding, I am the dumpling king of Nansha Street! Not to mention one wolf, even if there are ten of them, I will chop them all up and make dumplings without blinking an eye!"

As he said this, Dad walked up to the wolf corpse and raised his leg to give it a fierce kick.

Zhou Xing...

"It doesn't matter, it's his fate that he can live. With a brother like you, if it had been anyone else, he wouldn't even be able to find his body today." Zhou Xing glanced at him calmly, not intending to argue with him, but

His words were still extremely sharp.

The identity of the man dressed in white is about to be revealed. He is Xiao Shiyi, Yang Xie's long-lost eldest brother. However, he is different from the lonely and cold person rumored in the world. He refuses to be seen thousands of miles away. After the incident, he brushes off his clothes and goes away, hiding his merits and fame.

His image as a lone swordsman did not match his image at all. At this moment, he was more like a big brother to an ordinary family, frequently bowing and apologizing to the parents who criticized his brother for his mistakes.

"Yes...it's all Xiao's neglect of discipline." Xiao Shiyi was very reserved there. Faced with Zhou Xing's sarcastic words, he just retreated without any tendency to retaliate.

Hearing the words,

Zhou Xiong was silent for a moment, then said with some difficulty: "Are you ready to leave the village and go wandering?"

Obviously, he had predicted the truth of some things from Zhou Xing's behavior.

Zhou Xing sighed, nodded and said:

"Well, almost. It's not today, but it's not far away."

Zhou Xiong was speechless.

In the end, he didn't say anything and walked away silently.

The person who was once bullied has now become an unattainable strong man and will travel around the world.

This shameless style...

It is indeed a familiar smell.

Feeling this pure taste, Zhou Xing quietly felt warm in his heart.

He said emotionally: "Dad, just hope you're okay. I'm worried about you."

Dad rolled his eyes: "Why are you worried about me? How old am I and how old are you?"

He came over, stretched out his hand, hesitated for a moment, and patted Zhou Xing on the shoulder: "I've been here for so long and I still don't know how to reply to a letter or say you're safe. Are you missing your mouth or your hands?"

Zhou Xing was indeed in the wrong. He didn't know how to face this cheap dad, so he simply acted like an ostrich and pretended he didn't exist.
To be continued...