The Return of the Martial Ancestor of Martial Arts

"I hate it, Brother Lin Dong. I'm not a child anymore. I can distinguish the serious from the serious. This kind of injury will only keep a few of them from getting out of bed for seven days at most."

Qingtan took off Lin Dong's palm angrily. She hated Lin Dong treating her like a child. She was already a sensible adult.

"Where's your cultivation level? How much strength did you show just now?"

Lin Dong smiled nonchalantly and said.

"The fourth level of body tempering, the strength of the same level is enough to crush them."

Qingtan glanced at the people lying on the ground, her disdain evident in her words.

"Lin Dong, Qingtan, you two actually dare to team up to hurt my brother, you are so brave."

While Lin Dong and Qingtan brother and sister were conversing in low voices, another figure squeezed into the field and lightly lifted up Lin Shan who was lying on the ground with a shoulder.

The person who came was a young man about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in white and handsome.

"Brother, you are finally here. They bullied me. You must help me teach them a lesson." Lin Shan was overjoyed when he saw the visitor. He took the boy in white's arm and began to complain.

"Hmph, I'll teach you a lesson when I get back. Stand behind me."

Lin Shan's unbearable attitude also made the visitors angry, but after all, they were brothers, and the boy in white still maintained his younger brother's image in front of outsiders with grace.

"Lin Hong, it turns out it's him. He really beat the younger one to the older one, but the old one's strength isn't that great either."

Lin Dong glanced at the visitor and immediately smiled. Unexpectedly, he was also an acquaintance.

"Lin Dong, please kneel down and apologize to my brother right now. I can pretend that nothing happened."

After scolding Lin Shan, Lin Hong turned to look at Lin Dong and smiled coldly.

"Lin Hong, I heard that you once wanted to set up a baby marriage with Qingtan. Who gave you the favor? I advise you to be self-aware and get as far away from me as possible."

Lin Dong didn't answer Lin Hong's words at all, and after sizing him up for a while, he scolded him, making Qingtan laugh.

"Lin Dong, you are so presumptuous, it's not too late for you to apologize to me and Lin Shan!"

Lin Hong's face turned blue and red after making a fool of himself in front of the beauty. In embarrassment, he raised his fist and threatened, with a faint light emerging from his fist.

"Ah, look, that's Yuan Li, the sixth level of body tempering. Lin Hong must have entered the sixth level of body tempering."

"I heard that Lin Hong is at the fifth level of body tempering. I didn't expect that he would be one step closer to the sixth level of body tempering after not seeing him for three months."

"Yes, the training speed is so fast, Lin Dong will be miserable. I heard that he has just stepped into the fourth level of body tempering, and is no match for Lin Hong."

The emergence of a little light on Lin Hong's fist immediately caused the crowd of Lin family disciples who were watching to shout and scream.

As we all know, the first level of martial arts, the body tempering stage, is divided into nine levels. The first three levels simply temper the body, the fourth level begins to refine the skin, the fifth level begins to refine the bones, and the sixth level begins to refine the marrow.

The sixth level of refining to the depths can refine the marrow and transform the essence, produce vitality seeds, and initially use the essence power. When the Yuanli seeds break through the shackles of the bones and flow into the body's meridians, they will formally condense into a Yuanli seed in the body. That is the Yuanli entry channel that has reached the seventh level of body tempering.

But don't underestimate the faint light in Lin Hong's fist. It is the sign that he has entered the sixth level of body quenching and marrow refining, and is able to initially operate the elemental attack.

After all, the power of using the same martial skill with Yuan Li and without Yuan Li is completely different. It can even be said to be the same as heaven and earth.

The praise from everyone made Lin Hong even more proud. He raised his chin arrogantly: "Lin Dong, hurry up, kneel down and apologize to us two brothers now, and I can consider letting you go."

"Yuanli seed? Sixth level of body tempering? Wow, you are really powerful~"

Lin Dong tried his best to act frightened, but his behavior became increasingly comical.

"Humph, I really can't shed tears until I see the coffin!"

Lin Hong smiled coldly, raised his feet and appeared in front of Lin Dong. He clenched his fist and punched Lin Dong's chest. The light above his fist flickered to the extreme.

That was the manifestation of the Yuanli seeds being activated to the extreme. Lin Hong was obviously really angry and wanted to use Yuanli to attack Lin Dong in one fell swoop. This was to establish his power.

"Your Rockfall Fist is much better than your brother's, but it's still not enough."

Lin Dong glanced at Lin Hong, who was approaching menacingly, and casually looked around. His palm quickly passed through Lin Hong's sleeve, and there was a crisp snapping sound.

"Pa bang bang..."

The sound was clear and sweet, and it lasted seven times before it finally stopped.

Lin Hong grimaced in pain, not caring about the offensive, he quickly retreated and rolled up his sleeves. Seven marks appeared quickly on his white and tender arms, and most of them turned red in the blink of an eye.

"Hiss, this is the Tongbei Fist, a full seven-ring Tongbei Fist. I didn't expect that Lin Dong has mastered the Tongbei Fist to this extent."

"I finally see it clearly. Lin Dong is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. He must be hiding his strength and his clumsiness."

The knowledgeable people around him immediately recognized that the martial arts Lin Dong used just now was the Tongbei Fist, the first-grade martial arts of the Lin family, or Qixiang's Tongbei Fist.

"Qixiang's Tongbei Fist? Lin Dong, are you hiding your clumsiness? To be able to defeat me so cleanly and neatly at the sixth level of Body Tempering, could it be that you have already entered the seventh level of Body Tempering?"

The shocked Lin Hong suddenly raised his head and stared at Lin Dong, trying to get a positive answer from Lin Dong.

"It's none of your business. I warn you, if you dare to have ideas about my sister again in the future, I will break your dog legs on the spot." Lin Dong stood with his arms around his shoulders and said lightly. "You..." Lin Hong, who was speechless, blushed. He was not strong enough but sadly found that he could do nothing. "Stop it! Lin Hong, you have already entered the sixth level of body tempering. Do you have the nerve to bully Lin Dong, who is in the fourth level of body tempering?" An angry shout fell, and the slender girl walked in quickly. The 17 or 18-year-old girl in red had a pretty face, with a brown ponytail vertically tilted to her slender waist, and her slightly erect eyebrows revealed a heroic spirit that was not inferior to men. "Brother Lin Dong, it's cousin Lin Xia who is here." Qingtan, who had been standing behind Lin Dong, reminded quietly. "Lin Hong, did you hear that... Uh, what's going on?"

Lin Xia, who was about to continue to scold Lin Hong, stared at Lin Hong, who was holding his arms and grinning. This scene seemed a little different from what she imagined. Shouldn't Lin Hong be bullying the weak Lin Dong?

"Hmph, Lin Dong, let's wait and see. It's just the seventh level of body tempering. What's so great about it? I will be able to do it soon. I will challenge you on the spot in the clan competition in a few months."

Lin Xia's appearance and the look of surprise on her face were simply the biggest mockery of Lin Hong. Lin Hong had to throw down a harsh word and hurriedly left with Lin Shan.

"Hey, Lin Hong, wait a minute, explain it to me..."

Lin Xia waved her hand to stop the two brothers Lin Hong, but the speed of their retreat was too fast, and they ran away without a trace.