C3 Desolate Border Town

In the far south, the famous Nanling peak was located here. It was covered by clouds all year round, and no one could see the top of it.

The entire mountain range was hundreds of thousands of miles wide. There were all kinds of rare and unusual beasts living in it, and there were countless of them. In addition to all kinds of legends, the Nanling Peak was filled with a mysterious feeling, and it was unreachable.

At the bottom of the peak, there was a small town. As the name suggested, it was called Nanling Town.

The Nanling Town was a small town called Border Tsui in the territory of Marquis Zhennan of the Heavenly Star Dynasty. It had tens of thousands of people. Legend had it that after passing through the Nanling Mountain Range, it would be that desolate land.

Because it was close to the Nanling Mountain Range, the martial artists who came from all over the continent to hunt came in an endless stream. Although it was a small town, it was also very lively.

Early in the morning, the air was filled with a trace of coldness from the frost last night. However, most of the residents in the small town had gotten up to do their homework. They could see people coming and going on the streets, shouting and trading continuously.

For ordinary people, a day's work was done in the morning, and they had to work hard to make a living. For martial artists, every morning, when the morning sun rose, the vitality was vigorous, and it was a good time to strengthen their bodies.

At this time, in the plaza of the Duanmu family, a group of children were also starting their morning exercise for the entire day.

Vaguely, there were dozens of children, ranging from a few years old to a dozen years old. All of them had serious expressions on their young and tender faces. Each of them was punching and kicking, and they were demonstrating with great vigor.

In front of a large group of children, there was a robust middle-aged man with his hands behind his back. His pair of bright and piercing eyes coldly swept across the children who were practicing.

The middle-aged man's name was Duanmu Yu. He was the captain of the Duanmu family's guards. Every morning, he was responsible for the morning training of the Duanmu family's younger generation.

"The reason why my Duanmu family is able to become the head of the three big families in this town is because the patriarch is a Xiantian realm martial artist. You all want to become a martial artist, and you want to be respected. You need to train hard from a young age to lay a solid foundation. In the future, you will be able to walk a longer path of martial arts. Do you understand? " He patrolled the area once and walked to the center of the square. He loudly admonished.

"Understood." The children roared in high spirits!

On the continent, martial arts was respected. No matter where a martial artist went, he would be respected. Becoming a martial artist was every child's dream since they were young. Duanmu Yu's words made the children even more motivated.

"Alright, stop."

Hearing the children's reply, Duanmu Yu nodded his head in satisfaction. After the children sat down cross-legged, he continued, "Now, I will practice the Tiger Roar Fist of Duanmu family once more. Take a good look at it."

After saying that, he stretched his muscles and bones at the side of the field and started to practice the Tiger Roar Fist.

On the continent, martial arts and heart techniques were divided into five levels, Heaven, Earth, Black Yellow people and the lower three levels.

The Duanmu family only had one low-grade human-step martial skill, and it was the only one in the small town. Only the head of the family could cultivate it, and those high-level heart technique martial skills were only available in academies, marquises, and even the royal family.

Although this Tiger Roar Fist was a martial skill that had yet to enter the grade, it was still considered a first-rate martial skill in this desolate town.

Thus, every child on the field opened their eyes wide and watched meticulously, fearing that they would miss out on a move or a stance.

As a peak Houtian martial artist, Duanmu Yu practiced the Tiger Roar Fist in his hands. It could be said that the Tiger Roar Fist was like a tiger giving birth to wind. In the end, he even threw a punch at a stone lock that weighed several hundred jin.

Before the punch arrived, a strong wind came. It pierced through the air and created a sizzling sound. When the fist hit the stone lock, with a bang, several cracks appeared on the surface of the stone lock and it immediately broke into pieces.

"Wow, so powerful!" A fist shattered a stone lock that weighed hundreds of kilograms. How much strength was this? The children couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. They looked at Duanmu Yu with admiration.

Duanmu Yu immediately withdrew his stance and took a deep breath. After sitting down cross-legged, he said, "Next, you can practice freely. If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me."

Looking at the children's eyes, Duanmu Yu's face revealed a trace of a complacent smile. It was because he wanted to arouse the children's interest that they would work even harder to cultivate.

"Uncle Yu, I have a question I want to ask." In the crowd, a slightly tender voice sounded. A four or five-year-old child stuck his head out and asked.

The little fellow was white and beautiful, and his pair of black eyes were bright and lively. He was as cute as a porcelain doll. Hearing the little fellow's question, the other children couldn't help but look at him.

Although the little guy was the youngest in the morning exercise team, no one dared to look down on him. The little guy's name was Duanmu Kuang, and he was the grandson of the family head. More importantly... His extraordinary talent had been placed in high hopes by the elders of the family since he was young.

The little guy did not disappoint them. At the age when other children were still in the arms of their parents, he had entered the second level of the Body Refining Tier at the age of five. In this desolate town, it was unimaginable that he had entered the second level of the Body Refining Tier, and his reputation as a genius could be seen from this.

"Oh, Young Master Kuang, what's wrong with you today?" Looking at Duanmu Kuang, Duanmu Yu couldn't help but frown. This little fellow had always been quick-witted and eccentric since he was young, and he would occasionally speak shocking words. Sometimes, questions would truly make things difficult for him.

Looking at Duanmu Yu's expression, Duanmu Kuang scratched his head in embarrassment. Uncle Yu, you said that the Tiger Roar Fist can penetrate metal and shatter rocks when trained to the limit. It is indeed very powerful, but I often heard from outside martial artists in the restaurant that... A high level martial artist can flatten a mountain with a single punch. What is the world of martial artists outside like? "

To the children who had lived in small towns since childhood, the outside world was filled with mystery and yearning. Once this question was asked, all the children looked at Duanmu Yu with a face full of hope.

"Young Master Kuang, you are talented. You should work hard to cultivate. You must not bite off more than you can chew!"

Duanmu Yu's expression was heavy, and he paused for a moment before saying, "Since all of you want to hear it, then let me tell you. This world is very large, and our Nanling Town resides in the same place. In the continent, it's just a drop in the ocean. The warriors outside are very strong, beyond imagination. "

It was common knowledge that on the path of cultivation, entering the Body Refining stage was a Houtian martial artist. The Body Refining stage is further divided into nine layers, skin and flesh. Tendons. Blood. Bone. Marrow. Dirty. Pulse. The Dantian corresponded to each layer, and finally broke the shackles of the human body. Absorbing Heaven and Earth Vital Energy for one's own use was for a Xiantian realm martial artist.

A Houtian realm martial artist was at most stronger than a mortal. Their body was strong and healthy, and their lifespan wouldn't increase by much. After a hundred years, they would only become a pile of bones in the yellow earth.

But, after becoming a Xiantian realm martial artist, their lifespan would double that of an ordinary person. The road of martial arts was a long one. The only way was to become a Xiantian realm martial artist first. Talent! Only by being a true martial artist would one have more time to travel the continent and climb higher paths of martial arts.

Behind Xiantian warriors were Essence Opening Stage, Profound Essence Stage, Earth Origin Stage, and the legendary Heavenly Yuan Realm. When one reached that realm, they would become famous across the continent. They would be able to topple mountains and overturn seas, and they would be able to destroy mountains and rivers with ease.

Following Duanmu Yu's explanation, time unknowingly slipped away, and the children listened with great interest.

"I must become one of the major powers mentioned by Uncle Yu."

Duanmu Kuang tightly clenched his little fist, and his face was filled with excitement and determination. He, who had a little secret in his heart, silently muttered in his heart.

Duanmu Yu raised his head to look at the sky, and then announced the dissolution. The morning exercise of the day had ended, and a large group of children were like ducks that had spread their legs as they ran all over the manor.