I cried sadly, "grandma, grandma." The sound went straight through the roof tiles. I put the small paper in my arms and passed out.

When I woke up, I had already returned to my room. My eldest brother was by my side. When I woke up, he said to me, "Grandma, I have been buried. Don't worry, come and eat something."

I don't think anything matters now. The only support in my life has gone. What's the point of leaving myself? My eyes are empty. Looking at the wall loomed.

There was a loud noise coming from outside. Eldest brother frowned and said, "What a loud thunder! It seems that there is going to be a heavy rain."

Regardless of my injury, I walked out of the door, and the raindrops as big as beans dripped down. Gradually, the rain became bigger and bigger, constantly washing my body. In the hazy rain and fog, I seem to see grandma's kind face again. I rushed forward, but it was empty. Eldest brother quickly picked me up with muddy water and dragged me back to my room.

In this way, I spent seven days in a daze, during which I only survived with the food my father forced me to fill.

Later, I woke up, and grandma's words before she died became my endless motivation-"You must promise grandma, ... you must be a ... strong person ..." "... only the strong can survive ..." I must be a strong person, a peerless one.

Because of my special ability to be crazy, I won the attention of my father. Since then, he has personally guided me to practice. I am no longer the naive child I used to be, and nothing can change my determination to become a peerless strong person. From then on, I kept my hatred deep in my heart.

My father passed on his most proud thunder to me, which is a kind of kung fu similar to fighting, with defense as the mainstay. Because we Bi Meng gens are born with strong physical attack and physical defense ability, and also have strong resistance to magic, in order to give full play to this advantage, our ancestors created this set of lightning disarming method, which is mainly to adjust the body function and make the defense force more perfect. When we practice to a certain extent, we can produce a defensive field similar to a quarrelling cover.

If the lightning is disarmed by human beings, it is only a second-rate or third-rate achievement method at best, but it is greatly different for us in Bi Meng to practice. At that time, Grandpa had a chance to kill him and his Long Jianli, only by relying on the powerful defense force of lightning to block the dragon knight's blow.

There are three stages in disarming a lightning bolt. The first stage is from the inside out, which is somewhat similar to practicing general quarrelling. Through meditation, one can enhance one's physique, enhance one's immunity, and gradually change one's physical state. According to his father, the first stage of this method is very important, and to put it bluntly, it is a process of thoroughly remoulding. This is also the process that I just completed in more than four years. By the second year of training, my extraordinary talent was gradually revealed. Although I am small, my strength is not inferior to that of any Bi Meng of the same age, and even worse. Now, my strength, combined with the practice of thunder and lightning, has been reborn, and my strength has caught up with my brothers.

In the second stage, the gradually formed gas is applied to the body to form a protective cover, which can block all kinds of attacks. I'm just getting started at this stage.

The third stage is actually the strengthening of the second stage, which can be used to hurt the enemy when the grudge reaches a certain level. Father has completed this stage, and he is of the earth, and he can use lightning to unload his armor and blow off anyone's head within ten meters. Even the Dragon Knight can't pose a threat to him if the number is not enough.

Because of my rapid progress, I have now been promoted by my father to the position of deputy head of Bi Meng Legion, alongside my two brothers. Actually, I'm just a figurehead. All the rights are in the hands of my two brothers. I just need to practice every day. I have no interest in commanding the army, and I am naturally happy.

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During the day, I insist on practicing lightning unloading, and at night, it is a good time to practice monty's decision. Compared with lightning unloading, monty is definitely much more difficult. It's hard to read. Monty definitely can't be completely regarded as Wushu or magic, but it is a combination of magic and martial arts.

Monty definitely has nine levels and three levels, that is to say, each level has three levels, and it is extremely difficult to improve each level. Of course, behind the difficulty is the improvement of strength. And every level of promotion will have new changes and a qualitative leap. It is said in the book that when you break through the first level and the third level, you can carry out fallen angels transformation. After the transformation, your ability in all aspects will be doubled, and you will be the fallen angels of the two wings. This is the middle force of the inferno now. When fallen angels transformation is completed, the practitioner will gradually become the master of dark magic, and the cultivation of dark magic will be greatly increased. When practicing to Level 6 on the second floor, it will mutate into a four-winged fallen angels. Now only the demon emperor and his guards captain have this strength. The ninth level of the third floor is an unreachable level, only the legendary big fiend Lucifer has reached it, and it is a six-winged fallen angels. Grandma gave me this copy without the last layer of cultivation method.

What I feel ashamed of is that I have practiced for four years, and now I have just entered the second level. Since I practiced Monty Decisive, I feel that I like being alone very much. I hate it when I see many people, and I like wearing black clothes very much. The dark power trained by Monty Decisive is really a very powerful force, but every time I try it, I feel my heart is getting colder and colder. Now I can use some simple dark magic with the help of dark power, such as image, corrosion and so on. The dark magic power practiced by Monty is much more powerful and pure than the dark magic practiced by ordinary dark wizards, and the danger is relatively small (using dark magic will have the possibility of self-attack). It's just that it's too hard to practice.

At night again, I sat cross-legged on the bed alone, condensing the dark power in my body. The darkness around me became my best friend and constantly provided me with dark energy. It took me two hours to run the cold dark magic power according to the second-level method of monty's decision, and I felt a little progress.

Breathing out the polluted air in my body slowly, I got out of bed, looked at the bright moonlight outside the window, and felt a sense of loneliness. My heart was shocked. What's going on? Did Monty definitely practice wrong today? I thought about it and found nothing wrong.

I jumped out of the room, came to the yard, looked around, made sure no one was there, and quickly flicker out of the house and came to the wilderness outside. At home, I am like a bird in a cage, and I am still comfortable outside. The cold wind at night gently caressed my skirt with dew. The cold and transparent feeling makes me feel unusually comfortable. The dark magic in the body works naturally.

I suddenly felt my whole body surging, and there was a feeling that I had nowhere to vent. I stepped out of my left foot, stepped forward, slammed on the ground, jumped up from the ground with a whoosh, and then concentrated my whole body strength on my right fist. "Poof." It hit the ground with a thud, and a meter of ground in Fiona Fang first formed a cracked fine line, followed by "boom." Blasted a hole half a meter deep.

I flew aside by the force of rebound and looked at my amazing achievements. All my unhappiness seemed to be vented by this punch, and I felt much better. I took a few heavy breaths, and the feeling of irritability disappeared long ago.

Just when I turned to go back, suddenly, my intuition told me that there was danger. My senses are much more sensitive than before since I practiced the magic trick. I subconsciously worked hard and clenched my fist. "Who's there? Come out."

What responded to me was the monstrous strength, and a huge fist gradually became bigger with the strong wind. The strength rustled the surrounding vegetation, and I felt like a trapped beast. A strong sense of crisis reminded me that I sank my waist and plunged into the horse, stepped forward with my left foot, and said, "Hey. 1 of ",heavy boom on each other's fists. This is the attack method my father taught me. He said that with our own tough strength, we have to fight hard with the enemy to give full play to it. All fancy skills are nonsense, and the best way for us to win is to defeat ten benefits with one effort.

Two fists, one big and one small (me, of course), collided in the air, and an irresistible force came from the other fist. I pedaled back five steps, and there was a great pain in my right hand. The other party didn't stop there. Just after I was shaken off, I jumped up and flew with the same punch.