Chapter 2

Chapter two successive breakthroughs!

Five years passed in a flash.

This year, Chen Feng is 16 years old.

The waste Yan Qingyu and his waste apprentice who died five years ago have almost been forgotten by the people of Qianyuan sect.

The night was like water, Chen Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a brilliant burst in his eyes.

He stood up, bowed down to the tombstone and whispered, "master, five years have come. I will follow your order and dig your grave. Don't be surprised."

With that, he began to dig the earth and dig the grave.

When he dug up the grave and pried open the coffin, his eyes suddenly showed shock.

Yan Qingyu's body disappeared.

He couldn't believe that he buried master's body himself at the beginning.

He jumped down and found a small box at the bottom of the coffin. When I opened the wooden box, there was a small tripod the size of a fist on the yellow silk covered inside.

The bronze tripod is full of bronze rust, with three feet and round ears. Its shape is ancient and full of the mystery of ancient barbarism.

In the small tripod, there is a drop of something similar to blood suspended.

He only looked at the mysterious dragon blood, and felt a bang in his mind, like a thunder, and the whole person suddenly lost consciousness.

He felt that the whole person seemed to be thrown into an endless world of ink. The sky was dark, and ink swirls were all over the sky, constantly choosing.

At your feet are endless black fields, desolate and desolate.

At the end of the wilderness, there is a black mountain range, which is higher than the Aomori mountain range where Qianyuan sect is located. How high is it? How long is it?

When he walked into the mountain, suddenly, the mountain pulsated!

The mountain raised its head, which turned out to be a huge dragon's head! With only one head, it is bigger than the highest mountain in the state of Qin.

And the Black Mountains stretching for thousands of miles turned out to be the body of the giant dragon.

The Dragon looked up to the sky and chanted, and there was a majestic rain. In an instant, the ground became an ocean, and Chen Feng was submerged.

Chen Feng was out of breath, almost suffocating, and was miserable to death.

After a long time, his head was buzzing, and he struggled out of the deep-sea fantasy. Chen Feng knelt on the ground, panting heavily, and his forehead was sweating.

He dared not look at that drop of blood again. What kind of creature's blood was it? Why was it so terrible? A drop of blood is like this, how powerful is this creature?

Is this dragon blood?

But at this time, suddenly, the bronze tripod flew directly into his hand like a living creature, and then quickly disappeared in his palm.

Chen Feng was surprised. He felt Xiaoding swimming up along the meridians of his right hand. Then, severe pain came, making his whole body seem to be torn.

The pain made him roll back and forth on the ground and scream loudly. The skin and muscles on his body surface cracked, and blood rushed out, as if he had been lingchi.

Half an hour later, Xiaoding went up along the meridians and reached the position of Dantian.

Chen Feng only felt a bang in his mind. He didn't know what was going on and fainted directly.

It was late at night when he woke up. Chen Feng looked at his body and found that his clothes had become tattered. In addition to blood, the surface of his body was covered with a layer of black oil, emitting a stench, sticky and uncomfortable.

But he was warm, light and comfortable, which he had never felt before.

Chen Feng looked inside at his body and immediately gave a shout of surprise and joy.

He found that his Dantian, which was as hard as iron and had no space, had been opened up.

Of course, Dantian was only a small part of it, about the size of a fist, and at this time, the bronze tripod was floating in it. That drop of mysterious dragon blood rolled inside, crystal clear.

Suddenly, a wisp of hair as thin as a thousandth of the dragon's blood came out of the Dantian and began to swim along his meridians. This thread of mysterious dragon blood contains majestic power, vast Qi, those blocked in Chen Feng's meridians, in front of this thread of dragon blood, there is no force to fight back, which is directly dissipated by the impact.

The sharp pain came again, but Chen Feng held it back this time. He bit his teeth and held his head high. A voice in his heart was shouting, "this pain is unbearable. How can you reach the peak?"

He clenched his teeth, blood burst out of his mouth, and his whole body was shaking, but he finally held back.

Severe pain came in waves. Half an hour later, Chen Feng spit out a long mouthful of turbid Qi.

Mysterious dragon blood passed through his body at a very fast speed, and his blocked meridians were completely dredged.

If his meridians used to be blocked small ditches, now his meridians are completely unblocked. Although they are very thin and narrow, they are unblocked. Real Qi rushes in them, and even Chen Feng can hear the sound of rushing water!

Chen Feng was extremely excited. At this time, his body was full of Qi.

Feeling the tide of pain quickly disappeared, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and ecstasy gushed out of his heart.

He looked up and shouted, "I can practice, my meridians are smooth, and the Dantian is opened up! I'm no longer a waste!"

Tears are flowing down. If it's not for personal experience, who can understand his pain?

Since childhood, I have extremely poor qualifications. After ten years of cultivation, I have made no progress. I am humiliated and despised by others, and no one looks up to me, except master. How great is the pain?

Now, he can finally practice.

True Qi wandered around the meridians and returned to the Dantian again, but it flourished in the Dantian and was ready to jump, so it didn't calm down at all.

Chen Feng's heart moved, and the genuine Qi in the Dantian immediately surged up, rushed out of the Dantian, and swam in all meridians. With the swaying of the Dantian genuine Qi, there was also genuine Qi in all meridians from the corner, and gathered into this genuine Qi. This genuine Qi continued to grow, and soon changed from the thickness of hair to the thickness of fingers.

The Qi in these corners was accumulated by Chen Feng during his daily practice.

Although he was unable to cultivate due to the blockage of meridians, and his realm was not advanced, he could not cultivate a trace of true Qi. However, his practice of bedoro leaf gold sutra was magical, which not only made his foundation extremely solid, but also made him practice a lot of true Qi and hide it everywhere in his body.

It has not been found before, because his meridians are blocked, and the true Qi cannot flow. But now that the genuine Qi is circulating, it naturally appears.

Chen Feng was shocked by the flow of genuine Qi, and felt that his body was full of vigorous power.

A glow of joy appeared in his heart.

"What a magical tripod, what a magical dragon blood, the dragon blood is just a wisp, which makes me break through directly! Of course, it is also due to the gold Sutra of bedoro leaves. I always thought this gold sutra was useless before, but now it seems that I was wrong. The gold Sutra is really miraculous, which can make me a waste to practice Qi!"

"And now it seems that the remaining potential has not disappeared, but also impact!"

Chen Feng's heart moved, and his real Qi surged like a spring.

He has reached the second level of the day after tomorrow, and he is not satisfied. He wants to hit the third level!

The impact on the third level of the postnatal environment requires a considerable amount of genuine Qi. Chen Feng pulls out all the genuine Qi in his body, and the genuine Qi in his body further thickens into the thickness of his little finger. Finally, he trembles violently all over again, and the meridians of his body groan in pain. The genuine Qi surges like the tide.

He has been impressively promoted to the third level the day after tomorrow.

Chen Feng clenched his fist and felt the surging power in his body!

He suddenly punched, and the air exploded with a bang, and the air shook.

Chen Feng can feel that his fist has a strength of 800 Jin, reaching a tiger and a half!

The day after tomorrow, the first weight is 100 Jin, the second weight is 200 Jin, the third weight is 500 Jin, the fourth weight is 1000 Jin... And so on. Five hundred jin is the strength of a tiger, and although Chen Feng has just reached the third weight, he has reached the strength of eight hundred jin, which is more than half of the general triple strength of the acquired environment!

He punched a tree near the tomb, and the big tree with a thick bowl was suddenly interrupted.

Chen Feng looked up at the sky and smiled, feeling very refreshing.

How can he be unhappy when he turns from a waste who can't practice into a triple strong person after tomorrow?

Moreover, he didn't see Master's body, which also gave him a good guess.

"Master, where have you been? There is no body in the tomb. It seems that you are not dead. You left me this treasure. Since you are dead, I am relieved. Don't worry, I will practice hard and I will always find you!"

When he could practice and learned that master was not dead, he was naturally very happy.

Chen Feng turned over the box and made sure there was nothing else in it, so he put the box back and buried the tomb again.

He looked at the dirt on his body, smelled the stench on his body, gave a wry smile, and said to himself, "Chen Feng, you are dirty enough."

With that, he turned around, found a nearby river and jumped in to clean it.

After being washed clean and dressed in simple but clean clothes, Chen Feng went back to sleep next to the tomb.