Invincibility starts from wild boar

Chapter 13 Teaching the exercises
"Wow"

Being hit hard on the chest by Wang Teng's palm, Han Yi spat out blood from his mouth with a "wow", his body backed up a few steps, and he sat down on the ground at once, only feeling a chill in his chest, and his face was as pale as paper , but he still hugged Zhu Ganglie tightly with both hands.

The frost entered his body, and a strong chill spread towards Han Yi's internal organs, making Han Yi's lips turn purple from the cold, and his whole body trembling.

Seeing Han Yi sitting on the ground, but still refusing to let go, Wang Teng's face turned cold, a trace of violence flashed in his eyes, and he immediately stepped forward, cursing angrily while raising his right foot to punch and kick Han Yi.

"Trash, something that doesn't know what is good or bad, kill you wild boy."

He seemed to understand that if he really beat Han Yi to death, he would not be able to get away with it, so this time, Wang Teng didn't use his inner strength.

After beating Han Yi for nearly a meal, Wang Teng seemed to be tired too. Seeing Han Yi curled up, his face covered with blood from his own vomit, his consciousness had begun to blur, but his arms were still tight. Hold Zhu Ganglie tightly.

"Bah! A lifeless waste."

Panting, Wang Teng spat on Han Yi's face, cursed angrily, and then turned around and left with the Feiyu family disciple without looking back. Wang Teng didn't want to really beat Han Yi to death, otherwise the family would definitely die. will blame themselves.

After Wang Teng left, Zhu Ganglie struggled to get out of Han Yi's arms. Looking at Han Yi lying on the ground covered with scars, Zhu Ganglie's eyes flickered and he fell into deep thought.

With Zhu Ganglie's strength, it would be effortless to kill Wang Teng and save Han Yi, but Zhu Ganglie couldn't save him. Once exposed, the one who greeted Zhu Ganglie would probably be death.

If someone has malicious intentions, Zhu Ganglie will kill him without hesitation, but Han Yi was beaten like this because he wanted to protect himself. Zhu Ganglie is not a cold and heartless wild boar, but a loving wild boar. The wild boar who hates clearly cannot ignore Han Yi.

About half an hour later, Han Yi's vague consciousness gradually became clear. He opened his eyes and looked at Zhu Ganglie who was staring at him. A wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he muttered to himself:
"Little fat, am I really useless, I can't protect the village, and now I can't even protect you, I'm such a waste."

Hearing this, Zhu Ganglie really wanted to tell Han Yi some chicken soup from his previous life, such as "I am born to be useful", but the sound he made, to Han Yi, was just a wild boar "groaning and chirping" Pig squeals.

After being silent for a while, Han Yi regained some energy, hugged Zhu Ganglie in his arms, dragged his seriously injured body, and walked back to his residence.

Three days later, Zhu Ganglie looked at Han Yi who was seriously injured, with a pained expression, lying on the bed and still not getting better, Zhu Ganglie's eyes flickered, as if he had made up his mind in the center, turned and ran out of the residence.

After a meal, Zhu Ganglie ran back, knocked on Han Yi's arm, and woke Han Yi up.

"Cough! Cough! Cough! Xiaopang, what are you going to do?"

Han Yi turned around from the bed and coughed heavily, as if an old man who was dying, asked in a weak tone.

Seeing this, Zhu Ganglie said "huh, hum", spit out a white jade slip from the pig's mouth, raised the pig's trotter, tapped it on the jade slip, and then tapped the pig's trotter on his forehead superior.

Seeing Zhu Ganglie who behaved strangely, Han Yi became a little confused for a while, and asked Zhu Ganglie with some uncertainty:
"Little Fatty, do you mean to let me put the thing spit out of your mouth on my forehead?"

Zhu Ganglie nodded the pig's head, Han Yi showed a puzzled expression on his face, stretched out his fingers to pick up the jade slip that Zhu Ganglie had spat on the ground, and rummaged through it in his hand. He didn't find anything strange, so he couldn't help but His eyes turned to Zhu Ganglie.

Han Yi was hesitant and hesitant, and Zhu Ganglie was furious.

"Hey, brat, I'm a top-notch practice formula. I'll practice it for you for free. I took such a big advantage of me and still don't believe me. I'm so stupid. I deserve to be beaten."

Zhu Ganglie whispered in his heart.

Seeing Zhu Ganglie's exasperated expression, Han Yi stopped hesitating and slowly brought the white jade slip close to his forehead.

A flash of spiritual light flashed across Han Yi's sea of ​​consciousness, and Han Yi's eyes widened, with an unbelievable expression on his face, and he glanced at Zhu Ganglie in surprise, then sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes. With a deep eye, he practiced the low-level "Qi Refining Technique" recorded in his jade slips.

After about half a day's work, a trace of aura gathered around Han Yi's body, which was very scarce, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

However, although there is little spiritual energy, it is more than enough to restore Han Yi's physical injuries.

Seeing that Han Yi's face gradually turned rosy while he was practicing, Zhu Ganglie breathed a sigh of relief. If Han Yi was injured and died, Zhu Ganglie would not be able to find someone who could hide his identity for a while. It's no fun for that kind of person who only wants to eat himself.

Three days later, Han Yi had successfully washed his tendons and cut his marrow.

Five days later, Han Yi has successfully reborn.

Seven days later, Han Yi had successfully opened the alchemy and gathered the spirit.

The entire cultivation process lasted for nearly half a month, which was more than a bit slower than Zhu Ganglie.

And in this half month, Zhu Ganglie did not slack off, he practiced almost day and night, the demonic power in his alchemy had condensed into two streams, and if he condensed the third demonic power, Zhu Ganglie's demonic power cultivation had reached the mid-stage of Qi Refining Realm .

As for imparting "Qi Refining Technique" to Han Yi, Zhu Ganglie has also carefully considered. Apart from saving Han Yi's life, Zhu Ganglie has another plan.

A month later, Han Yi practiced "Qi Refining Technique", not only healed his injuries, but also successfully cultivated the first spiritual power, becoming a monk in the Qi Refining Period.

There is a dense green bamboo forest in the back mountain of Feiyu Family's outer courtyard. This place is extremely hidden and rarely visited by people.

At this moment, in the green bamboo forest, two figures loomed in the bamboo forest. They were a little wild boar and a human figure. They were Zhu Ganglie and Han Yi who had become a monk.

A tiny silver glow shot out from Han Yi's cuff.

Suddenly, a cold light appeared, and under Han Yi's control, the silver glow turned into a streamer with a "swoosh", shuttled back and forth on the nearby bamboo poles, and passed through without any hindrance.

After a few breaths, the silver light flew back, Han Yi gently stretched out his palm, and the silver light fell into Han Yi's palm, revealing a delicate silver needle.

The silver needle flew out of Han Yi's palm, and then came back again. The whole process took only a few breaths, and it was as fast as lightning, which is not enough to describe the speed of the silver needle.

Putting away the silver needles, Han Yi walked to the bamboo pole pierced by the silver needles, and stroked the dense needle holes on the bamboo pole with his hands, with a joyful expression on his face.

"Xiao Fei, it turns out that spiritual power is used in this way. It can be used to control weapons, just like hidden weapons, but it is much more powerful than hidden weapons."

Han Yi looked excitedly and said to Zhu Ganglie who was lying on the ground and nibbling on the tender grass.

"Devouring young grass, the physical strength increases."

"Devouring young grass, the physical strength increases."

……

Seeing that Zhu Ganglie didn't seem to be listening carefully to what he was saying, but only gnawed grass, Han Yi didn't show any dissatisfaction, turned around, walked to Zhu Ganglie, and squatted down.

"Little fat, I really don't know how to thank you. Not only did you save my life, but you also taught me such powerful exercises. From now on, you will be my brother Han Yi."

After hearing Han Yi's words of gratitude from the bottom of his heart, Zhu Ganglie said nonchalantly "Hmph, hum" and continued to eat tender grass.

"Little fat, is this grass so delicious?"

Seeing that Zhu Ganglie was only eating grass, Han Yi showed a trace of doubt on his face. He reached out and grabbed a handful of tender grass on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth.

Suddenly, a bitter smell filled Han Yi's mouth.

"Bah! Bah!"

Han Yi spit out the tender grass with an ugly expression on his face, causing Han Yi's facial features to be a little distorted.

Seeing this, Zhu Ganglie rolled his eyes at Han Yi. If Han Yi could understand Zhu Ganglie's words, he would have heard Zhu Ganglie casually say two words
"Sabi!"

"Actually, Zhu Ganglie wants to eat meat a little bit, the meat of beasts."

(End of this chapter)