Douluo's starting support

At the bottom of an unfathomable valley in a mountain range, the sound of breaking wind one after another keeps coming from the bottom of the valley. Whenever someone passes by the bottom of the valley, they can't help but wonder why there is wind passing through here. You must know that this place is extremely closed. Logically speaking, there should be no wind passing through the environment, but over time people who practice martial arts on Kunlun have become accustomed to calling this place "Ghost Roaring Valley".

Of course, no one knows that there is another mystery underneath this valley.

At the bottom of the valley, a silver-haired old man grabbed hold of the stone wall. Immediately, his arm moved the air, causing a sonic boom. This was also the rumored skill known as "internal strength". , generally a warrior who can reach this level is enough to be called a master, but this old man has absolutely no deeds to say in the world.

This old man looked to be about ninety years old, energetic, with a lean figure, and his hair was brushed meticulously. After he punched the already scarred stone wall again, his whole body retracted the punch like a spring. The energy in it.

boom!

Along with the roar of dragons and tigers, a complete fist seal appeared on the stone wall. If any martial arts practitioner saw it at this time, they would be shocked. It would be impossible to leave a fist mark on the stone wall. It's difficult, but being able to make a punch mark without leaving a crack is something worthy of admiration.

After doing all this, the old man slowly suppressed his slightly vain breath, and his wrinkled face was full of peace.

No one knows that there was an apprentice under this mountain who had reached this level, and no one knows that there was an apprentice who slipped and fell into the valley and practiced like this for two hundred and seventy years.

The old man raised his head and glanced at the two characters engraved on the stone wall beside him, Anqing.

This is his name, and it is also a name that he almost forgot. At the same time, there are many yellowing books and scattered bones piled under this stone tablet. Anqing works with these bones every day and night. The companions have never left. These are all seniors or juniors who are at the pinnacle of martial arts.

When Anqing lost his footing and fell into a cliff while fetching water, he was not killed by the cliff. At first, he called for help in the closed valley to no avail, then went to pick wild fruits to eat, until a senior who fell from the sky fell into Anqing. When the secrets of martial arts were passed down to Anqing before his death, Anqing realized that he was finally able to practice martial arts, and at the same time, he reached the state of fasting a year later.

At that time, An Qing was only twelve years old. Now An Qing has reached the advanced age of 282 years. He has practiced martial arts for more than 100,000 days and nights, practicing martial arts and self-cultivation all the time.

He kept in mind any martial arts secrets from his seniors or juniors. This old man had never been in contact with anyone since his childhood, and he had never had the idea of ​​climbing up the valley, just because one of them was about to die. The senior told An Qing not to fight with others. After saying this, he died, leaving behind a whole body of martial arts secrets that shocked him a lot.

An Qing silently held his breath and concentrated on holding down the extremely weak internal energy in his body. His originally extremely pale hair completely lost its luster at this moment. He also understood at this time that his end had come.

"what…………"

An old voice came out of An Qing's throat. He had long forgotten how to talk to others and had been living alone. After speaking slightly for a few seconds, An Qing began to exhale slowly.

A set of extremely exquisite and terrifying auras that seemed to gather the heads of hundreds of schools of thought circulated around the old man. His opened brows also revealed unparalleled energy. His body was a crystallization of martial arts. crystallization!

It's a pity that this crystal will be annihilated before it can reveal its hard-to-see brilliance in the human world. An Qing has no thoughts from the beginning to the end. He is just practicing martial arts. Martial arts has strengthened An Qing very well. His physique allowed him to live to such an old age, and this was also the end.

The colorful memories of the past twelve years have long since faded into nothingness in the mind of this immortal old man. After countless years of erosion, his heart is extremely pure and has always been an innocent heart that exudes a glimmer of light.

An Qing gradually closed his old eyes and sat cross-legged slowly. The unparalleled brightness in his eyes also turned into an undetectable light and flew to the sky. The old man stood quietly in front of a Under the stone tablet engraved with the word "Anqing", the Tao gradually transformed.

No one in this body knows how terrifying this internal force that has accumulated for a hundred thousand days and nights is, and no one knows that such a strange person exists in this world. In the end, as the long and long breath gradually stopped, he brought The extremely exquisite martial arts and the terrifying internal power officially disappeared in this world.

From this day on, there was no more whistling in Gui Xiao Valley, which attracted the attention of some interested people. Soon someone analyzed that the whistling sound was caused by someone practicing martial arts in it. When this rumor was After being dispersed, this valley overnight became the place that today's martial arts practitioners look forward to. Almost everyone knows that there is a big secret under this valley, but it is just because this is... It's just a vague inference that no one will understand.

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Douluo Continent, southwest of Tiandou Empire, Fasnuoxing County, Holy Soul Village.

The sky has just been covered with a bright fish belly white, and the fresh morning air has arrived on the earth in time. There are already traces of human activities in the flat farmland about a hundred meters away from the Holy Soul Village. There is also an unusual figure interspersed.

In the large farmland outside Shenghun Village, a child of about five or six years old was plowing the land with a hoe. He had short, slender hair, and his face, which was slightly red due to labor, looked particularly cute. He looked handsome. The doll's score was greatly reduced by the linen clothes she wore.

This doll is none other than Anqing, an old man who has practiced martial arts for 100,000 days and nights.

For some unknown reason, after he transformed into a Dao, he felt the world spin for a while and when he opened his eyes again, he could only see a hazy scenery, accompanied by bursts of laughter and inexplicable words beside him.

Not long after that, Anqing understood his situation, and he seemed to be reborn.

This is like the reincarnation written in ancient books, but I don't know why God didn't take away the memory of his previous life. The memory of martial arts is still deeply imprinted in his soul.

They come, the security.

This is his way of life. For Anqing, his previous life was nothing more than exercise and health maintenance, and there would be no changes in his next life.

It's just that Anqing has been exposed to martial arts for too long and can't let go of it, so he uses the reason of wanting to cultivate land to practice himself.

This is the second year since he started farming at the age of four. The villagers all know that such a strange boy has appeared in the village, but most of the villagers have a friendly attitude towards Anqing. After all, there are people who can work here. It is extremely popular among remote villages, not to mention Anqing's appearance is so lovable.

It can be said that Anqing is the pride of the whole family and is the "lead child" worth bragging about over and over again.

At this moment, a man in his thirties walked up next to this large farmland. He looked quite honest and honest. Even his hair was a convenient cut. His dark skin showed that he was Identity: An unpretentious peasant man, An Qing's father, An Pengsheng.

Seeing An Qing plowing the land, he frowned angrily and said angrily: "Hey! An Qing, who asked you to come out to plow the land again? Go back to have breakfast for me!!"