Three months passed in a flash, and Zhuang Xia steadily set his feet in this world, and, again, before he knew it, the world had entered early autumn.

In the early morning, the sun shines on the dew-filled square ground in the back mountain. The men are practicing early, constantly tempering their muscles and bones. Whether practicing boxing, or holding cauldrons and moving stones, while sweating, the figures of the tribesmen are stretching on the ground, and they are constantly dancing.

On the edge, a group of teenage children punched in a good manner, with a powerful aura that made everyone know that this was not a fancy.

There are some children aged six to ten years old, with smooth movements and constantly repeating skilled boxing. However, this boxing is completely different from those half-aged children. Not only does it have fewer changes, but its movements are also simpler.

However, if you take a closer look, you will find that a child over one year old is practicing introductory boxing in a well-behaved manner on the field, with smooth movements and flowing water, which is very pleasing to the eye.

Everyone present knew that this was the child who integrated into the tribe three months ago. He was not only white and tender, but also very intelligent. He is now being taken care of by the leader Si Dingtian and Zi Qi Grandpa.

Other children will fall down when they walk at his age, but he can already practice boxing.

Zhuang Xia finished the nine-style boxing technique again and wiped the sweat. He raised his head and looked up at the dozens of figures bathed in the sun on the cliff thousands of meters.

That is the core member of the tribe, not only because of their status, but also because of their most advanced cultivation.

Zhuang Xia looked at them and remembered the meeting they had about him three months ago. It was during their conversation that Zhuang Xia was accepted and since then he became a member of the Xuanwu clan.

Without the quarrels that Zhuang Xia imagined and there was no too much negotiation, he was easily accepted, unexpectedly simple.

It seems that his worries in the past were all redundant.

In just over a month, Zhuang Xia learned the language of the tribe and could communicate with others simply. Now he mastered it as much as that of adults.

This surprised the tribe members because his intelligence is hard to believe.

With a certain understanding, Zhuang Xia realized that in the vast jungle, the human race was very united and would not kill at will. They were very fond of each member and would not give up any life easily.

Especially a kid with such a young breast.

Therefore, although Zhuang Xia did not know the origin, she was also accepted, and now she is no different from an ordinary tribe member.

After gasping for a while, Zhuang Xia once again started the basic boxing techniques that all the children practiced before martial arts, the first nine of the 9981 styles of the Martial Saint Fist.

The Martial Saint is one of the three supreme figures respected by the human race in this world. He has great force and has made great contributions to the human race. This martial saint fist that is circulated all over the world is his masterpiece.

The first nine styles are very simple as the foundation-laying punch for children. They are not only easy to learn, but they can practice them by copying them. No matter whether they understand or understand martial arts or not, they will not cause problems no matter how they practice.

However, although it is simple, all children in the world will practice when they are ignorant, because of safety and efficiency.

Over the years, children practice these nine styles of boxing, which will gradually stretch their muscles and bones to increase their strength, and will silently strengthen their understanding of martial arts and form their own style of martial arts.

It is rumored that even if some people only practice these nine styles of boxing, after decades, they actually grew from a mortal, with a hundred times overall quality, and their strength was as high as ten thousand pounds, and they almost only took one step to reach the realm of Gangqi.

There are also rumors that even if he becomes the supreme powerhouse of the Heavenly Emperor and commands countless gods, he is still amazed at the martial saint's boxing technique and says that he cannot change every move.

From this we can see the status of Martial Saint Fist in the human race, and we can even confirm the magical effect of the first nine styles in this boxing technique.

Zhuang Xia looks young and cannot touch any boxing techniques and any martial arts except these nine styles of boxing.

Not only because children who are too young do not even have enough understanding of the world, but practicing too early requires too much martial arts to understand and comprehend, but also because these first nine styles are enough for them to chew.

Zhuang Xia was very satisfied with these nine-style boxing techniques and practiced very diligently. He basically spent more than eight hours a day, walking on a daily basis, regardless of wind and rain.

He has seen the weak and helpless feeling in the wild, and also knows the truth about the strong being in the weak. With an adult mind, he always has a sense of crisis.

Zhuang Xia played every move and every move very carefully. He dared to swear that except for the college entrance examination, he had never been so focused and diligent in his limited life.

After several months of hard work, his efforts were rewarded. The first nine magical but simple martial arts saint boxing skills brought his power back to the peak of his previous life, that is, a thousand pounds of force.

Of course, this is also due to the nutrient-rich food and a rich spiritual environment.

Although in this world, it is only one hundred kilograms of adults who have never practiced before, according to the measurement unit here.

Now, he has a very deep understanding of these nine-style boxing techniques, not inferior to those teenagers who have practiced for many years, and his rapid growth of power has slowed down.

After all, as a set of boxing techniques, these first nine styles are just the foundation.

The two words "learning", learning new, and reviewing known, are equally important.

He knew the importance of the foundation, but he thought that his foundation was very good, and his practice and insights on these nine styles were enough to support him to go further. Therefore, he was very eager to obtain a deeper level of the tenth to eighteenth styles.

But, how should he convince Uncle Dingtian to teach him?

This is really a headache.

The sun slowly rose until the smoke from the tribe drifted and finally dissipated.

Dozens of people jumped down from the cliffs that were thousands of meters high, but landed safely.

"Zhuang Xia, Shaokang, I'm back for dinner."

Si Dingtian said lightly.

Following his footsteps, Zhuang Xia and a seven or eight-year-old boy walked tightly.

Si Shaokang is the child of Uncle Dingtian. His appearance and temperament are as good as his father, and he is far from the rough appearance of other children.

Now, his strength has reached a thousand pounds. He has long practiced the subsequent boxing techniques of Martial Saint Fist, and has become a representative figure among the youngest generation in the tribe.

This made Zhuang Xia envious, but who made him young and no one dared to teach him the follow-up moves?

On the way, the small Zhuang Xia and Si Shaokang walked side by side, but he was too short, and Si Shaokang could put his arms vertically on his shoulders.

"Boy, go back and eat more so that you can grow faster. It depends on your little arms and legs, and you are still far away to become a man."

Every child in the tribe is proud to be a man, because only a man who can be recognized can participate in the dangerous cause of hunting and support himself and his family.

This is the symbol of true adulthood.

Zhuang Xia curled his lips. When he grew up, it would take less than ten years and was still far away. Besides, he did not have the strong desires like children like Si Shaokang, hoping to prove himself.

As a former adult, he has long proved his ability and value, and in this world, it is just the beginning of another proof.

"Uncle Dingtian, when will I learn new moves? I am already very familiar with the nine foundation laying styles."

He once again asked about this tribal leader with a high level of cultivation, although he knew that the possibility was very low.

Sure enough, as he expected, Uncle Dingtian said only one sentence: "Wait for a few years you are older." Then he refused.

Alas, Zhuang Xia sighed deeply. Age is really his fault!

Si Shaokang couldn't help laughing. Although this new little guy in his family was young, he was very smart and spoke well. It was awkward to appear on a child like this.

He has been compared with Zhuang Xia many times. His naughty age is always told by his parents that he is not as obedient and sensible as a one-year-old child. Such depression happens to him, and you can imagine how it feels.

Therefore, every time he saw Zhuang Xia being rejected about this, he couldn't help laughing. There were not many opportunities like this, and now he had to seize the opportunity to laugh a few more times.

"Shaokang, I seemed to see Si Yun crying yesterday. I don't know why her headband disappeared. She searched for a long time but couldn't find it. Did you see it?"

Zhuang Xia deliberately elongated his voice, which scared Si Shaokang almost jumped up.

Sure enough, the leader who was walking in front paused and said with a little reproach:

"Shaokang, what's going on? Have you made your sister cry again?"

Si Yun is Si Dingtian's daughter. He gave birth to a son and a daughter. He was only four years old. Because he was a girl and was young, he was very favored.

If Zhuang Xia had not expected, Si Shaokang would be in trouble.

"Do you know when you go back and help your mother chop firewood for three days?"

The firewood here is not easy to chop. Not to mention the hardness of the trees, just those big figures that are several meters thick will not be easy to chop even after being treated by adults.

"I got it, father."

Si Shaokang said with a bitter face.

It was so unlucky. Seeing Zhuang Xia smirking with his teeth, he wanted to know who was his biological child.

In a moment, the three of them arrived at home - a large stone house more than 20 meters long and wide. This stone house is very spacious, with many rooms, and it is easy to live in five people.

It is very important for a tribal breakfast in the morning because high-load physical training is carried out and sufficient nutrition is needed.

If training alone does not supplement enough nutrition to nourish the body, the body will be over-consuming, which will not have the effect of increasing cultivation.

In the living room, a gentle woman was serving hot porridge and meat, and some vegetarian dishes.

Aunt Honggui is the wife of Uncle Dingtian. According to a rumor, she is already in her seventies or eighties, but judging from her appearance, she is very beautiful, at most in her twenties.

The beautiful melon seeds have willow eyebrows on their faces, the clear eyes are bright and energetic, the hair is simply folded up, and then fixed with hairpins. It looks like a virtuous woman at home, but also a beauty envied by tribal women.

It's strange that because of the training of strength, the men of the tribe are tall and mighty and more rough, but after their cultivation level is advanced, they will become slender and add a lot of heroism.

Most women choose to meditate and practice Qi, and they enter the Tao, so they are all very beautiful, and no matter how bad they are, they will not be lower than the average level in their previous life.

When Zhuang Xia figured it out, she was shocked to find that this was simply a combination of beauty and wild beasts.

"Good morning, pretty aunt."

Zhuang Xia went up as usual to greet him.

"Smart Xiaozhuangxia, come and have a meal."

Aunt Honggui said with a smile, she was almost ready, just waiting for them to come back.

Before she could wake up her daughter, Si Yun had already rubbed her eyes and walked out shaking her head while yawning.

"Well, it's so good. My mother didn't even ask Xiao Yunyun to have a meal. She wanted to eat it all secretly, so that Xiao Yunyun could not eat such a good and delicious food?"

The little guy has a sweet mouth, no wonder he is loved by adults.

But if she isn't so crying.
To be continued...