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Chapter 1 Wildhammer II

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    In the early morning of late autumn, Wildhammer Village was still as quiet as ever. Occasionally, women and children could be heard talking in their dreams in the tall stone houses, and smoke was already rising from the chimneys of several families.

    In the morning mist, a few fat-headed and big-eared pig beasts whimpered and walked on the dirty and messy street. A pig beast protruded a rotten cabbage from the corner of the wall.  He lowered his head and rushed over, knocked the pig beast into the air, and rolled the cabbage into his mouth with peace of mind.

    At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from the next house: "Aman, wake up!"

    "Got it." A childish voice came.  After a while, the door opened, and a six or seven-year-old boy, shirtless, yawned, walked out of the house, stood in front of the door and stretched himself.

    Although he is still young, this child has unbelievably strong muscles. The eight muscles in his abdomen are well defined. With a slight movement, fleshy bumps will pop out on his arms.

    A burly man appeared behind the child, kicked the child out, and cursed: "Why are you standing here? Why don't you go to exercise?"

    The burly man was so powerful, he kicked the child away with one kick, and the word "big" was stuck on the opposite wall, and creaked and slid down.  The child was not injured at all, and he slowly got up, rolled his eyes at the burly man, and muttered in a low voice, "Abba, if you were in the world in my dream, you are a child abuser and you will be shot!"

    This child's name is Debiao Manhammer, and his nickname is Aman.  The burly man was his father Rock Wildhammer, the headman of Wildhammer Village, and the number one warrior of the Mengzhuan tribe.  Wild Hammer Village is located in the Sunset Forest in the southern border of the Northern Zhou Empire. It belongs to the southern border barbarians. There are countless small villages like this in the Sunset Forest.

    When Ah Man was born, his mother died of dystocia, leaving father and son to depend on each other.

    Rock Wildhammer had no awareness of child abuse at all, picked up two iron birch sticks the thickness of duck eggs from the corner, threw one over, and said, "Go, go to the square in the middle of the village!"

    The father and son walked towards the square in the village one after the other. The square was empty and there was no one.  Rock Wildhammer shook his stick lightly, and shouted: "Start!"

    Without saying a word, Ah Man picked up the stick and threw it at the top of the old man's head, only to hear a whistling sound, and the stick was blown up by him!  The Rock Wildhammer fended off the hitting stick casually, frowned and said, "No way, the strength is too weak, come again!"

    "It's still too young, how can you become an excellent hunter like this? Come again!"

    "Aman, are you a bitch? Your strength is so weak! Come again!"

    The sound of shouting and fighting between father and son was heard in the square. After a while, people in the village woke up one after another, and the men came to the square with their children to start today's training.  The square suddenly became lively, and from time to time there were children who were beaten all over by adults, screaming miserably.

    This is the unique way of cultivating the next generation of the barbarians in southern Xinjiang. The forest outside the village is vast and filled with all kinds of ferocious monsters. In order to survive in this harsh environment, the father trained his son to be the bravest warrior.  It has become the tradition of the people in southern Xinjiang.

    It is precisely because of this tradition that almost all people in southern Xinjiang are powerful, brave and good at fighting, and even women can give birth to tigers and leopards.

    After training for more than an hour, the sun gradually rose, and the sun shone through the woods outside the village. At this time, the training was almost over. Only the rock hammer and his son were still shouting and fighting.  Another half an hour later, the Rock Wildhammer stopped, nodded slightly and said, "I've finished training here today, I still have to go hunting, let's continue tonight!"

    Ah Man sat down, gasping for breath, his arms were almost swollen from fighting for such a long time.  Hula surrounded a group of children, enviously said: "Second King, you are so amazing, you can last for such a long time in the hands of the first world! I was beaten badly by my father!"

    Second, is what these children call Debiao Wildhammer. Barbarians rarely have their own surnames, and often use the name of the village as their surname.  Rock Wildhammer is the headman of Wildhammer Village, so he is called Wildhammer I, and Aman naturally becomes Wildhammer II.

    Ah Man once suffered from a serious illness when he was young, and was in a coma for half a year. After recovering from the illness, he appeared to be much smarter than before, and even gave himself a strange surname, Zhang.  But the children in the village still call him the Second Emperor, not Zhang Debiao.

    "Second King, tell us about your dream!" A child raised his head and said expectantly, "Tell me about the big iron bird that can fly in the dream, and the iron centipede that can run by itself!"

    Ah Man, also known as Zhang Debiao, nodded slightly and began to talk about the world in his dream.  Zhang Debiao's dream was extremelyLangtu Wildhammer's expression eased slightly: "I didn't expect Rock Wildhammer to give birth to a smart son. I know that if you continue to practice in the same way as your father, you will never become a master in your life."

    The cripple looked him up and down for a moment, and said, "You're not a warrior yet, are you?"

    Zhang Debiao asked blankly: "What is a barbarian?"

    "The rock guy didn't even tell you this? This bastard really has a brain full of muscles!" The cripple snorted and explained: "Barbarian warriors are people from southern Xinjiang.  As long as you practice brutal strength, you can be called a barbarian warrior."

    Zhang Debiao was even more at a loss: "What is barbaric strength?"

    The cripple was completely speechless: "That bastard Rock, isn't he too careless?"

    Zhang Debiao agreed with Langtu's evaluation of Rock Wildhammer. His father was really careless.  When he was three or four months old, he was stepped on by that careless father seven times, sat on his buttocks nine times, and was thrown more than ten meters high and failed to catch a full eighteen times. Fortunately, Nanjiang has a natural physique.  Tough, that's why he didn't kill him.

    Thinking about it now, Zhang Debiao is still a little scared. It is a miracle that he can survive in the hands of his father until now!

    The cripple stood up tremblingly, raised his crutches and pointed at a 100-jin boulder in front of him, and said solemnly, "Your Majesty, look carefully, this is barbaric strength!"  With a flash of knife light and a click, the stone was split into two neatly!

    Zhang Debiao was dumbfounded and was speechless for a while.  The cripple took a breath, and said: "Brutal energy is the innate skill of my barbarians. The original form of barbaric fighting spirit, the earlier it is stimulated, the better the aptitude will be. After becoming a tenth-level barbarian warrior in the future, the barbaric energy will be transformed  Being barbaric. Most of the adults in the village are barbarian fighters of the third or fourth level, only your father is a first-level barbarian."

    Zhang Debiao couldn't help being shocked: "My dad is stronger than you?"

    The cripple sneered and said, "Among the people I've met, he has the highest talent. At the age of seven, he aroused his barbaric energy. When he was twelve years old, he was already a fifth-level barbarian warrior. Unfortunately, after the coming-of-age ceremony, he stayed behind.  If he becomes the village head in the village, otherwise, with his aptitude, he can become a first-class master after a few years of experience outside!"

    Zhang Debiao couldn't help but said: "Second uncle, you haven't said anything about barbarism yet!"

    "Brutal strength is a hot qi in your dantian. As long as you open up the fighting qi channel, it can flow to the limbs and bones, and its power will be doubled in battle."

    Zhang Debiao was stunned, with a strange expression on his face, and said, "You mean the hot stream that burrows around like a mouse in the lower abdomen?"

    Langtu Wildhammer looked at him with the eyes of a monster, and said dejectedly: "It turns out that your talent skills have been awakened. Rock Wildhammer is already a recognized genius when you awaken your talent skills at the age of seven, and you are only six years old now.  No wonder others say that the tiger father has no dogs"

    Zhang Debiao smiled shyly. Now he realized that the cripple was actually a pretty good person, but his mouth was too cheap, so people in the village didn't like him.

    "Second Uncle, what is the Dou Qi Channel you mentioned just now?"

    "Of course, the battle qi channel is opened up in the body, and it is a channel for the battle qi to run."

    Langtu Wildhammer patiently explained: "Duqi running in the channel of fighting qi can greatly enhance physical fitness, improve reaction speed and physical strength, but all of these require specific mental methods. And each mental method, developed  The fighting qi passages are all different. The barbaric energy of our barbarians is the original form of barbaric fighting qi, which is not weaker than the fighting qi of humans outside the forest. When you reach the tenth level of barbarian fighters, it is more likely to evolve into barbaric fighting qi. You are now  A first-level barbarian can already practice fighting spirit."

    "Different mental methods have different battle qi channels?" Zhang Debiao asked strangely: "Don't those mental methods operate according to the established acupoints and meridians?"

    "What acupuncture points and meridians?" Langtu Manhammer's eyes widened, and he said in confusion, "Little guy, don't practice carelessly. The Dou Qi channel is not a simple thing. If you take a wrong step, you will be paralyzed, and you may even die!"

    Zhang Debiao shook his head: "It's nothing, you continue to talk." Acupuncture meridians are the knowledge of the world in his dream, and the medicine he learned in the dream was rejected by the real world. It is conceivable that such things as acupoint meridians are inevitable.  It is also wrong.

    Langtu Manhammer took out the book from his pocket, and said: "This is a set of low-level battle qi mentality. There are only three directions of battle qi passages. After cultivation, there are serious disadvantages. Just read it. Don't practice it.  My left leg is because of this practice, so"

    Zhang Debiao opened the book and looked carefully, his heart couldn't help beating wildly.

    The battle qi channel of this low-level mental method actually partly coincides with the meridian knowledge he learned in his dream!

    Moreover, according to his experience of being a Chinese medicine doctor in his dream, the inconsistency will inevitably lead to paralysis of the left limb!

    "Could it be that" Zhang Debiao's body trembled slightly, and he shouted wildly in his heart: "No! This is impossible! How can you believe things made in dreams? Those acupuncture points and meridians must be fake!"

    However, another voice in his heart bewitched him: "Try it, maybe it's true? Try it" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com)?The meridian knowledge he learned in his dream partly matches!

    Moreover, according to his experience of being a Chinese medicine doctor in his dream, the inconsistency will inevitably lead to paralysis of the left limb!

    "Could it be that" Zhang Debiao's body trembled slightly, and he shouted wildly in his heart: "No! This is impossible! How can you believe things made in dreams? Those acupuncture points and meridians must be fake!"

    But another voice in his heart bewitched him: "Give it a try, maybe it's true? Try it" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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