There is a mountain peak ahead, named Fuman. There is a lake at the foot of Fuman Mountain, called Fuman Lake. The mountain is tall and straight, and it is thousands of miles long. The lake is green and I don’t know how many miles.
On Fuman Mountain, there are demon shadows swaying, including tree demons, pig demons, and cat demons. At first glance, they are amazed.
This is a monster mountain!
At the foot of the Demonic Mountain, a figure swayed.
There was a child on the Demonic Mountain, six or seven years old, from the human race. He was wearing animal skin clothes, with a bulging belly, and a pig-butcher's knife on his back.
A child was playing in the mountains, playing with the spirits. He was obviously a human race, but he was completely unaware of the rise of playing with the spirits.
"Fu'er, it's time to eat!"
When the child heard this, his eyes lit up, he smiled, jumped up to a height of ten feet, and ran three feet away in one step, reaching the top of a thousand-mile mountain, but that was it.
"Fu'er, you are lazy and playing again! Could it be that you have forgotten your mother-in-law's teachings! You are so playful and have become savage and savage. When will you be able to become savage again?"
There was a house in the mountains, and the child ran here and was scolded. The woman looked at him, full of hatred for the iron that could not become steel, full of sorrow and heartache.
"You fell into a demon mountain because of your playfulness. In order to save you, Grandpa Lie took your life from the demon's mouth. He became disabled and lay in bed for three days until he died. You don't even know how to repent and don't want to make progress."
"If you don't practice well, then go down the mountain. With your current ability, it's okay to find a hilltop to make a piece of land. After eating this meal, you can go down the mountain!"
The child knelt down with a pop, tears welling up in his eyes. He kowtowed with a bang and begged the woman to forgive him.
The woman shouted coldly: "What is your name!"
Child: "Su Fu Man!"
"Why return to barbarism!"
"Kill the demon dragon, revert to the old man, hate evil, rectify the name of the world, kill the demon dragon with my own hands, and take revenge in the sea of blood. I will kill him if he returns to barbarism to comfort the soul of Su Gong!"
"Did you practice any martial arts today!"
"Never!"
"Go down the mountain, find a place of mountains and rivers, and make a piece of land."
"Fuman won't listen, Fuman will go practice martial arts right away."
Su Fuman got up and didn't eat anymore. He touched his belly and found it was still bloated. He wasn't hungry yet.
He fell in the mountains, swung the knife over and over again, sweating all over his back, and kept repeating, his eyes were wet with sweat, his eyes were firm, and his face was full of perseverance.
"Hey, Liu Niang, he is just a child, why should he be so harsh!" Zhu Jia's eyes felt a little distressed. He knew very well how heavy the butcher's knife was and how powerful it was when he swung it.
Liu Niang's face was cold: "Harsh? I am saving his life from the mouths of savage beasts and monster rats. If he continues to slack off, sooner or later he will fall into the footsteps of Su Gong and be chased by a monster as powerful as a dragon. In the end,
If you die of hatred, we will be blamed at that time, so why not be more harsh!"
The Zhu family opened his mouth to retort, but looked on and pulled him away quickly to prevent the two of them from arguing.
The old man whispered: "We will hand over all our skills to this child and inherit the mantle. One day, we must go to Baimian Mountain to avenge Su Gong and take the head of the demon dragon!"
"But by then, we must be old and disabled. The demon dragon is worshiped by the world and will live forever. We can't. We can live more than a thousand years, but not ten thousand years. We say we are returning to barbarism, but in fact we are collecting the corpses for everyone."
"But even if I die, I have to die on the road of revenge. I will die on Baimian Mountain, pointing my blood-stained weapon at the demon dragon. We will be righteous because the demon dragon will not stop dying. If Fu'er doesn't have the ability at that time, he won't be able to survive.
."
With tears in his eyes, the Zhu family sighed: "But he is a child after all. He was not born and raised by you and me. He was just picked up. The burden on him should not be so heavy."
The old man patted the Zhu family on the shoulder and said softly: "Old man Lie is gone. The look he looked at Fuman when he left will never be forgotten in my life. He lost his mind and regarded Fuman as Mr. Su before he died."
, eyes full of regret."
"The suffering he endured today is the foundation of his future. Mr. Su is too kind-hearted and cannot be barbaric. We have to teach him his skills, and we have to make him a villain and a bad person, so let's make his face darker.
"
The Zhu family sighed and said nothing.
"The floating ship of the Dutianshen Sect is here."
After the old man finished speaking, a huge ship sailed in the sky in the distance, bringing up a hurricane.
They looked up and marveled at the hugeness of the ship and sighed at their own insignificance. Such a building was a work of art.
"The Dutian God Sect has produced numerous talents over the years. The grass-headed gods in the West are about to be unified, and the demon dragons will have a headache."
"But when it comes to talents, Fu'er is the one who deserves the honor. His understanding is so good that we don't see him for hundreds of years, but we actually meet him."
The Dutian Shen Sect has developed rapidly in recent years, and there are many young talents in its sect, led by Qingsi and Qingjing, and under them is Wei Jie Wanling Dafa, which is very mysterious.
He was originally an outstanding person, but when he came back from traveling in the sect in the past two years, he felt like he had an enlightenment. He made great progress all the way and became the leader of the Dutian Shen Sect.
"When Fu'er's foundation is solid, he will be sent to the Dutian Shen Sect. He will first block the mountain gate and then become a disciple, so that they will know what genius is."
On the building boat, Wei Jie stood in front. Someone under his command came forward and said: "Deacon Wei, we are not far from the sect, but there are high mountains ahead, which are perfect places for ambush. It is better to be careful and beware of villains."
Wei Jie had lost a lot of weight, and now he said with contempt in his eyes: "A wanton woman wants to murder me for the seed of a man I don't know. It's so funny that I'm afraid of her?"
"Mrs. Xian is quite sociable. The wind blows loudly on her pillow. I heard that she has slept with many elders. The elders may not come forward, but she has so many disciples that she could kill Deacon Wei!"
Wei Jie said with disdain: "If the elders don't take action, the younger generation will kill as many as they come. What's funny is that I was obviously acting under orders. That woman didn't look for the person who gave the order, but looked for me, the executioner, to demand her life. She is really a
joke."
"I want to see who dares to stop me from returning to my clan."
On the mountain, Su Fuman kept raising and lowering his knife. Suddenly, with a snap, a corpse fell next to him, and blood flew everywhere.
The corpse was only a few feet away from Fuman, with blood and minced meat splattered on him. Xiao Fuman had never seen such a scene before, his mind was shaken, and he stood there blankly.
Bang bang bang!
Corpses fell from the sky one after another, landing next to Fu Man, and the blood dyed him into a bloody man. The expressions of Liu Niang and others changed, and Liu Niang took the lead to fly out, protect Fu Man, and bring him back to the house.
"God damn it, how could you kill someone in front of your children!"
"Have those people at the foot of the mountain lived for so long to ambush the floating ship of the Dutianshen Sect? Damn it, I should have driven them away if I had known!"
"Zhu family, Zhu family, come here quickly, old man, go get some water."
Su Fuman's mind was spinning, and he was in a daze. His body was trembling a little, and with a clang, the butcher's knife fell to the ground. Liu Niang hugged him sadly, full of love and affection.
The look of fear in Fuman's heart echoed in her heart, and Liu Niang's face turned ferocious: "Why do you kill people in front of children, Zhu family! Go up and ask for an explanation!"
After hearing this, the Zhu family checked Fu Man, and his face became gloomy. He picked up the butcher's knife on the ground and ran towards the sky with his thighs.
Hundreds of people surrounded and killed the floating boat. At this time, it was like a broken thread, like floating catkins, falling from the sky.
"Deacon, there is a pig demon running towards you, Six Micro Realms"
"Six micro realms?"
Wei Jie turned his head and looked, and saw that the person who came did not look like a demon, but more like a knife, a sharp and peerless knife.
The corners of Wei Jie's mouth grew wider and wider, the muscles in his body trembled, he laughed loudly, and stepped forward: "It's such a good knife, take my knife!"
Immediately, someone took out a dark-colored sword from the warehouse. Weisuke stretched out his hand. His hands were covered with scales and he looked taller.
"Young Weisuke, I am in the realm of Tonglai. Today I will learn how to use Mr.'s sword!"