Endless Breaking Limits, I am in Gaowu Heaven Rewards Hard Work

After all, Chen Yan didn't use his full strength.

He wasn't worried about what would happen to Hu Yuan, he was afraid that he would really kill him with one punch.

Today's gains were simply too great. After eating a [Strength] Breaking Saint Fruit, he ate another [Skill] Breaking Saint Fruit. Chen Yan's strength improved too much.

Hu Yuan's wailing came from behind, and Chen Yan left without looking back. The other students looked at Chen Yan's thin back, and there was a trace of fear in their eyes.

Chen Yan practiced until night, and the school was empty, and Wang Yang called him home.

When he walked to the street, Chen Yan found that his fried noodle shop was closed.

The clothing store next to the fried noodle shop was being dismantled, and the proprietress was moving the clothes out of the store with red eyes.

Chen Yan's mind moved slightly, and he thought of what Hu Yuan said to him before, and asked quickly:

"Aunt, is your store closed?"

The proprietress looked at Chen Yan, with a trace of frustration and anger in her eyes, and said in a muffled voice:

"We are all poor people, powerless, and the loss of the store is just a few words from others."

Chen Yan frowned, the stores in the town need to apply to the town's military office, and they all have contracts.

The lady boss seemed to see what Chen Yan was thinking, and snorted coldly:

"Contracts and the like are important to us, but they have no binding effect on big shots, and it's the same everywhere.

Zhang Ge is rich and powerful, he runs a martial arts school in the county, and his son has awakened his blood and qi, so it's not easy for him to get a piece of land?"

Chen Yan pursed his lips, it seems that his fried noodle shop will really be taken back by the Zhenwu Institute and rented to Zhang Qingsi's father.

The key is that their family only has three acres of land, and they have been planting the land every year, but the annual wheat harvest is only more than 2,000 yuan, not counting the labor cost and fertilizer.

Without the fried noodle shop, my family will only be more financially constrained in the future.

He felt heavy in his heart.

Although he and Zhang Qingsi were classmates, other people's fathers only needed a word or a smile to easily cut off the lifeline of his family.

Suddenly, there were hissing sounds in his mind. He looked at the street and the townspeople passing by. There was a sense of resentment condensing and accumulating.

"I heard that a man from Majiaya went into Qingshan Neiwei yesterday to pick a red-haired Ganoderma lucidum."

"These days are indeed the season for the ripening of red-haired Ganoderma lucidum. A red-haired Ganoderma lucidum is at least 10,000 yuan."

"It's too dangerous. Do you want to die? If you have some spare money at home, don't take risks. Don't you know that Zhang Yu from Zhang Village died in Qingshan two days ago."

"Yes, it's too dangerous. If you are not so short of money, you should save your life first."

………………

A few people walked by and talked. Chen Yan's eyes changed slightly and ran towards home.

When he arrived home, Chen Yuhu was reading a book and the food was already on the table.

"Dad, the Zhenwu Prize will be selected next Monday. I think it should be okay."

Chen Yan walked in and spoke.

"Zhenwu bonus?" Chen Yuhu was stunned and quickly put away the book in his hand:

"Is it the one that selects one from each class?"

"Hmm?"

Chen Yuhu nodded and smiled:

"My son is naturally good."

Chen Yan pursed his lips. Chen Yuhu was definitely dealing with him.

"Dad, my storefront..." Chen Yan continued.

"Oh, you heard about it. It's okay. Dad and the director of Zhenwu Institute are high school classmates. Others will move, but our family doesn't need it."

Chen Yan was a little surprised, but Chen Yuhu's words obviously eliminated his anger.

Is that so?

He was worried before that his father would be forced to go to Qingshan Neiwei to take risks.

There are many treasures in Qingshan Neiwei. Li Ming and his son, a neighbor of his, can basically collect a treasure worth 10,000 or 20,000 yuan a year.

But going to Qingshan Neiwei is also very dangerous.

Hearing that his front door didn't need to be taken back, Chen Yan felt relieved and continued to practice the punching move in the garden.

Although he was not in school at the moment, he was already very familiar with the move after a day of practice.

…………

The morning light was slightly revealed, and a faint orange-red color climbed over the wall.

Listening to the leisurely cicada chirping, Chen Yan walked out of the room and stood in the yard to stretch.

On the wall of the front yard, the locust flowers that peeked out from the yard swayed.

"You can eat locust flower cakes these days."

Smelling the refreshing locust flower fragrance, Chen Yan smiled, and walked back and forth, only to find that Chen Yuhu was not at home.

Chen Yan frowned immediately. His sister went to the county high school, and every Saturday

I came back at about noon. Logically, Chen Yuhu would not be away from home at this time.

Knock knock knock.

Someone knocked on the door. Chen Yan opened the wooden door. A Mediterranean man in his forties stood outside the courtyard gate.

"Is Chen Yuhu here?"

The man's voice was stern, with a hint of unyielding momentum.

Chen Yan was shocked. This man should be the military officer of the town's military station. He should have seen him before.

"He's not here. What's the matter?" Chen Yan asked.

"He's not here?" The Mediterranean man frowned, then looked at Chen Yan and said lightly:

"Tell Chen Yuhu when he comes back that the things in your fried noodle shop must be cleared out by next Tuesday at the latest. If they are not cleared out before next Tuesday, our military station will help you clear them out."

After the man said that, he left directly.

Chen Yan frowned. Chen Yuhu lied to him yesterday.

Walking to the backyard, Chen Yan's eyes narrowed slightly. The brand new machete placed in the backyard was gone.

Chen Yan frowned and entered Chen Yuhu's room. Chen Yuhu's cotton-padded jacket was gone.

Chen Yan felt a chill in his heart. Many mountain runners would wear cotton-padded jackets in the summer. He glanced and saw a book placed at the bottom of the closet.

Looking at the cover, it was the novel that Chen Yuhu read. Chen Yan picked it up and his face became even worse.

[Qingshan Mountain Run Diary]

Chen Yan was stunned in place, with some anger in his eyes, but this anger was not only directed at himself, but also at Chen Yuhu.

Or at those who forced his father to run in the mountains.

His son had been ill for a year and was about to take the college entrance examination. He had never experienced a medicinal bath. His daughter was still in the county high school. The tuition and living expenses of his two children made him unable to straighten his back.

Walking out of the yard, next door, an old man sat at the door and looked at Chen Yan quietly.

Compared with the earthen wall and wooden door of Chen Yan's house, the newly pasted tiles outside the yard of the neighboring house were shining, and a large iron door painted with red paint looked shiny.

"Your father should have gone to Qingshan. I saw he left early." The old man chuckled and said, his cloudy eyes rolling:

"The red-haired Ganoderma lucidum has matured in the past few days. Maybe your family will become prosperous."

Chen Yan narrowed his eyes. His family and neighbors were not friendly. There were many conflicts in the past.

Chen Yan returned to the courtyard and stood there for a long time.

The sky seemed to be gloomy.

Outside the courtyard, the laughter of the old man next door talking to others came.

Bang!

A punch was thrown, and a crisp sound of air explosion resounded between Chen Yan's fists.

Chen Yan retracted his fist, and his whole face was cold.

[Break the Saint Realm: Level 2 (1/15)]

[Break the Saint Fruit:

Strength: (73/100)

Blood (9/100)

Skill: (27/100)]

"I am indeed living too comfortably."

He murmured, holding a schoolbag, and picked up half of the stone in the corner of the schoolbag, and then went to the kitchen to get a fire stick.

Go out.

"What is the Chen family kid doing with a stick?"

Next door, the man who was still chatting with the old man of the Li family was surprised when he saw Chen Yan's back.

"Because he is poor, he is looking for death. Not everyone has the ability of my Li Xuan."

The old man of the Li family looked at Chen Yan's back with turbid eyes, but just smiled strangely.

Along the way, Chen Yan asked the villagers if they had seen Chen Yuhu.

The conclusion was that Chen Yuhu did run towards Qingshan.

…………

At the foot of Qingshan, there is a lake where Hu Zeyuan is fishing.

"Old Hu, it's bad. I just saw your nephew walking towards Qingshan. Go and persuade him."

A man came over and spoke quickly.

"Chen Yan?" Hu Zeyuan was stunned.

"Yes, that kid obviously went to Qingshan. It seems that Chen Yuhu has already gone in." The man frowned.

Hu Zeyuan frowned slightly, then raised his eyebrows:

"What does it have to do with me?"

"He is your nephew." The man was stunned.

"What a nephew." Hu Zeyuan said in annoyance and continued fishing.

"It's really bad luck to have such a poor relative."

"Chen Yan is not better than your son, but he passed the fist strength test."

"My son is just a little bit short!" Hu Zeyuan was even more dissatisfied.

………………

Running all the way to the front of the mountain, Chen Yan was stopped by a huge two-layer iron net that surrounded the entire back mountain. The iron net was ten meters high and was set up by the Zhenwu Division.

It was electrified. If a normal adult touched it, he would faint immediately. If he touched it from the other side of the mountain, he would be electrocuted directly.

Chen Yan looked at the ground. There was no road here, but a path was trampled out of the unevenly growing grass, which was obviously trampled out by people.

Following the path trampled out by people, Chen Yan walked along the iron net for about fifty meters and saw a hidden corner where a big hole was artificially broken in the iron net.

It was the village

The people in the village did it. Chen Yuhu said that this big hole had existed for a long time.

Chen Yan went into the inner circle and quickly followed the relatively clear footprints up the mountain.

Holding the fire stick tightly in his hand, Chen Yan did not dare to be careless.

The air gradually became moist, and the dullness of summer gradually dissipated. The trees around Chen Yan became taller and thicker.

Some were even as thick as ten people hugging together.

Suddenly, Chen Yan stopped and frowned, looking at the trunk of a sturdy spruce tree next to him. It was covered with yellow-green moss, and there were dense purple hazel mushrooms coexisting with this large area of ​​moss.

This...

Chen Yan frowned, picking herbs is like this, sometimes you can still find treasures in places where others have already walked.

Purple hazel mushrooms are good things. In Qingshan Town, a pound of purple hazel mushrooms can be sold for 150 yuan, which is more expensive than beef.

Such a large piece, at least three pounds.

Chen Yan gritted his teeth, memorized the surrounding environment, and prepared to run towards the mountain.

Where did Chen Yuhu go?

He dared not imagine how long Chen Yuhu, a weak man, could last in Qingshan.

But just when he was about to run, he was stunned again.

A strange feeling emerged in Chen Yan's mind, because this time the change came from the broken saint realm.

But in the endless starry sky, orange light flowed from the boundless darkness and slowly sank under the roots of the broken saint tree.

The orange light acting on the broken saint fruit with the word [Force] will appear as long as Chen Yan is moving and working.

But in addition to this orange light, there is also an almost imperceptible red light.

The red light acts on the broken saint fruit with the word [Blood].

This change gave him an abrupt feeling, and Chen Yan frowned. He has not broken through the limit yet, which means that this red light is not brought by him.

But it is the outside world...

Huh!

A cold forest wind blew over, giving people a chilly feeling in the midsummer season.

Chen Yan looked around, and he always felt that something was staring at him at the overlapping of the dark tree trunks. They were breathing in a low voice, examining the prey that fell into the forest.

The forest was like an endless ocean, with towering trees piercing the sky and the earth. Being in it was like a fish that couldn't breathe.

A sense of panic suddenly arose in his heart. When he thought of his father still in the dangerous deep forest, Chen Yan no longer paid attention to the changes in the broken saint realm, and ran quietly and quickly to the top of the mountain.

However, as he ran, the red light in the broken saint realm became more and more obvious, until a certain moment when it was the strongest, Chen Yan stopped and looked around.

About fifty meters above and to his left, Chen Yan glimpsed a touch of blood in a patch of weeds.

Chen Yan hesitated a little. The more gloomy the scenery around him became, the more intense the panic in his heart became.

"What am I hesitating about?"

Chen Yuhu came in despite the danger, wasn't it just for the precious medicine?

He walked over quickly and pulled away the weeds. It was a reddish-brown umbrella-shaped creature about the size of a hand. The umbrella leaves were stacked like lotus flowers, but they were covered with thin red silk threads, just like hair.

It was this thing that caused the Saint Breaker to react.

Red-haired Ganoderma!