Chapter 3 Seizing the Sky

The gray light fog was like a dream, suspended on a small metal box. Wu Pengwei didn't know what was going on and didn't dare to touch it with his hands. He just squatted down and looked at the square iron box carefully.

The box is very ordinary, but there are three powerful words engraved on it.

"Too the sky"

The teenager was shocked. He remembered that there were many such deposits in the collection of books at home.

He once suspected that this was the signature of his mother who had never met before, and he was also shocked by his mother's profound knowledge. But every time he asked from his father, he learned that this was obviously not his mother's name.

"'Capiting the Sky', what a domineering name."

Wu Pengwei frowned, and his curiosity prompted him to reach out his fingertips and touch the gray light fog. Unexpectedly, the gray light fog seemed to be spiritual and suddenly penetrated into his fingers.

Then in the teenager's consterration, he rushed straight up along the meridians, and finally fixed between his eyebrows.

The teenager didn't know what had happened and was slightly stunned.

Just when he thought that everything was a dream, there was a pain in his eyebrows, as if it had bursting, and his whole body was like a flame hell, which was unspeakable pain.

Gray flames oozed from the pores of his skin, like a blooming lotus flower, swallowing it in an instant. From a distance, the teenager was like a humanoid gray flame. The flames were mottled and loud, bursting out subtle sparks and crackling.

At this time, in the meridians of the teenager, all the qi and blood are boiling for it. Countless blue and black impurities turn into nothingness in the quenching of the gray flame, and the red qi and blood gradually turn into a glazed color, clear and bright.

My mind suddenly burst open, like the separation of heaven and earth, and a bright light rose, but in an instant, it was swallowed up by the gray fog in the heart of the eyebrows.

A crisp sound of "ding-dong" sounded in the deepest part of his consciousness. At this moment, Wu Pengwei felt that something seemed to crack in the meridians of his body.

Everything is like a dream. When consciousness returned to the mind, the gray light fog disappeared, and the body was just like the beginning, unchanged. The yard was empty, and only the wind swept over the weeds and whined.

"Am I dreaming?"

The teenager looked up at the starlight. Under the starlight, the sycamore tree in the yard was still the same. At the bottom of the tree root, there was a metal box in the cracked hole, and there was a cold light on the box.

"Isn't it a dream? What will that be?"

Wu Pengwei frowned, walked over, took out the box, held it in his hand, and looked over and over again. Except for the three big words "grabbing the sky", it was empty. It seemed to be just a utensils for things, but on the reverse side of the box, there was a strange compass pattern engraved, and the compass was staggered with the sky. Thirty-six stars.

The teenager couldn't think of a name. He sighed and thought he had had a strange dream. He turned around and wanted to leave, but his eyes touched the half-gnawed roast chicken on the ground.

"Sister Mei..."

The teenager's heart ached, angry, and subconsciously punched the sycamore tree.

"Boom"

It was shocked, and the thick sycamore, which needed several people to hug, actually smashed a hole the size of a fist.

The teenager was shocked, pulled out his fist and found a soft white light on it.

"No way, can I send an internal force?"

The teenager was stunned for a moment and hurriedly started the "tide decision" heart method. For a moment, his blood was rolling like a tide, and thousands of white fireflies turned like flying, which made the teenager's fists like a layer of white gauze.

"broken"

The teenager jumped like flying, punched the wall, opened a big hole, and did not feel any pain at all.

"I can exert internal force..."

Wu Pengwei clenched his fist and looked at the cold moonlight, suddenly like a dream.

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The wind is roaring, the seaside waves are undulating, and the morning sun is rising.

The tenth generation of the children of the Wu family are all standing here, facing the rolling sea breeze, and are about to embark on the journey to Lion and Tiger Island. On their young faces, there is a proud look, which seems to indicate that they can break through the dust and become a real Wu warrior from then on.

Wu Duan, a one-eyed man, stood in front of the crowd. Next to him, there was an old man with frosty white temples, who was the second elder of the Wu family.

"You go to Lion and Tiger Island. After two months, within two months, you can come back intact, and only those who have more than one lion and tiger beast can be qualified to become a Wu warrior. Those who are not qualified will be eliminated. I hope you can take care of yourself."

Wu Duan exhaled like thunder, and then turned to the old man and said, "Second Elder, everything is ready. Let the disciples go on the road."

The second elder asked faintly, "Is everyone here?"

Wu Duan nodded and just wanted to reply when he suddenly found that a teenager was rushing here in the distance.

"Huh, isn't this waste power? What is he doing here? Suddenly, several teenagers looked contemptuous and whispered.

Wu Duan was also stunned, but soon his face turned cold. He looked at the fast-haired young man and said with a sneer, "This is Wu's disciple who went to take the test. What are you doing here?"

Wu Pengwei ran to the front and calmed down. Then he said, "Am I not a disciple of the Wu family?"

As soon as this statement was made, not only did Wu show sarcasm on his face, but also most of the teenagers beside him kept booing.

"Waste Wei, you don't even have the strength to eat milk. Why are you here to be embarrassed? Go back early."

"Yes, go back and be your arithmetic prodigy. The martial artist is not a waste like you."

Wu Duan also smiled coldly, "You've heard it. You're just a loser. You don't have the strength to chop wood. Why are you here? Go back. If it's early, you can catch up with today's breakfast.

"I'm not a waste."

The teenager just answered coldly, with an unquestionable resoluteness in his voice.

"Isn't it waste?" Wu Duan suddenly turned around and shot a cold light in one eye. "You said that you were not a waste that day, but what was the result? You can't even hit the mulberry stake. Isn't it a waste? It's been almost six years since you said this, Wu Pengwei, I warn you that the useless person in the family has added to your friendship. Don't be ignorant.

The teenager stubbornly met Wu Duan's eyes and said firmly, "I'll say again, I'm not a waste."

Wu was furious and was about to teach the teenager a lesson. At this time, the old voice of the two elders sounded behind him: "Since you are not a waste, prove it to me."

"Second elder, this boy is here to make trouble..."

The second elder raised his hand and motioned Wu Duan to shut up. He looked at Wu Pengwei with an indifferent and indifferent voice: "I only give you one chance to prove that you are not a waste. This Qinghai stone is as hard as iron. Without the internal force of the five layers of the foundation, it can't be shaken at all. As long as you can leave a palm print on it, just prove it. You're not a waste, otherwise."

The second elder paused for a moment, looked at the teenager in front of him, and said ruthlessly, "Otherwise, you will clear the Wu family, and there will be nothing to do with the Wu family from now on. How about that?"

The people around him, including Wu Duan, suddenly realized that what the second elder did was to humiliate Wu Pengwei by taking this opportunity. If he agreed and couldn't do it, he could only clean up the family and was helpless, but he didn't agree. How would it end today?

No matter what the result is, this waste is destined to add another disgraceful thing.

Wu Pengwei ignored the contempt and sarcasm of the people around him. He just looked at the Qinghai stone sunk on the beach, looked down at his fist wrapped in white cloth, smiled indifferently, and said gently, "Why don't I dare?"

He strode out and jumped over the crowd. Every step he took, there was a trace of white light all over his body. After five steps, his fist had condensed a soft white light, as cunning as the moonlight, even brighter than the water light rippling from the blue waves.

But everyone on the side is in a lively mood. Such momentum has been staged once yesterday, and the result is just ridiculous.

Most of the teenagers are laughing, which is a deep night for waste.

Wu Duan was laughing, with unconcealed sarcasm in his eyes.

The second elder was also smiling, with a trace of viciousness and arrogance hidden in his smile.

Wu Pengwei took a look at the crowd and smiled softly. He took a deep breath and waved his fist, bringing out a soft white shadow to hit the Qinghai Stone on the beach.

"Bum"

The undulating waves in the distance washed the rocks and made amazing sound waves.

And in this amazing sound wave, the Qinghai stone broke into several pieces.

Everyone was stunned and stunned. Even the second elder, who had always been calm, looked stiff and his face was unbelievable.

Only when the sixth layer of "tidal decision" is reached can it be possible to crack the Qinghai Stone.

And even among the tenth generation of the children of the Wu family today, there are only a few people who can reach this level.

A group of people suddenly changed their colors, and the eyes of looking at the teenager changed uncontrollably.

And Wu Pengwei just smiled and stepped on the boat by the sea without looking back. In the wind and waves, he stood straight, and a worn-out and white green robe hunted in the wind.

"Can we go?"