Thundered
Chapter 8: The Marriage Proposal

"Uncle Yan, let's wait until after the tribal competition to discuss marriage. Now the competition hasn't started yet, so who knows the outcome!"

Lei Dong heard Xiao Yuxuan's voice, The Uncle Yan he was talking about was Yan Nong's father, and Yan Qiang was an elder from another tribe.

Yan Qiang smiled, and said: "What Yuxuan said makes sense, I'm not in a hurry, this time I came here because I was invited to observe your tribe selection."

"Oh, it's because Yuxuan is impatient! I'll say goodbye to Uncle Yan here!" Xiao Yuxuan laughed.

Above the meeting hall, patriarch Xiao Tianxiang sat in it, Xiao Tianxiang said: "Today, Brother Yan Qiang is a great honor to me, and the Black Thunder Tribe, which came from afar!

Donger, what are you still doing standing outside, why don't you hurry up and salute Uncle Yan Qiang!"

"Lei Dong?" Hearing this, a man sitting beside Yan Qiang looked out of the meeting hall. There was a black-robed young man walking slowly. It was Lei Dong.

Stepping into the hall, after Lei Dong saluted everyone present, he sat down with Xiao Yuxuan, right across from Yan Chen.

He looked at Yan Chen, who had a firm face and a burly figure, and Lei Dong felt a strong fighting spirit.

"Haha! Big brother Tianxiang, this little one is the Thunder you mentioned? Thunder with devouring power?" Yan Qiang Said to Xiao Tianxiang.

Lei Dong frowned slightly, and said in his heart: "It seems that my Thunder-Eating Art has devouring power, surely Feng San saw it when I fought Xiao Zhuo last time, he said, and then told Uncle Xiao.

Xiao Tianxiang was also a burly man, but his mind was very tight, he smiled and said: "Right! Donger's talent was different, it was a good material for monster refining!"

"The potential of Brother Lei Dong is limitless. Now that he had practiced for less than a year, he had reached the peak of the Tempering Body Realm, and he was one step away from breaking through to the Conferred Yuan Realm! "Xiao Yuxuan said as he held Lei Dong's arm There was shame in the field.

After feeling embarrassed, Xiao Tianxiang had no choice but to look for a casual reason to call Xiao Yuxuan and Lei Dong out of the room.

In this meeting hall, before Lei Dong left, Yan Chen, who had never spoken, gave him a word that made flames flare in Lei Dong's heart.

"You're lucky to win the selection in the clan, then if you're still alive after three months, I can give Yuxuan to you."

Clenching his fists tightly and creaking, Lei Dong repeatedly reminded himself in his heart, "I have to work harder! Defeating Yan Chen, even though he had the strength of the Condensed Yuan Realm, he was twice as strong as me now. So what about nature!"

"But! At this point, Lei Dong heavily punched a bare tree trunk, splitting its skin 3 meters away.

Following Lei Dong, Xiao Cheng and Xiao Yuxuan glanced at each other, the two of them did not speak at all, they also heard Yan Chen's words earlier, but many things were not just any of them to decide, either, everything must be said with power.

"By the way! Martial skills! Now just by practicing martial arts with all your strength, is it possible to defeat Xiao Zhuo in the clan competition. As long as you pass this level, you will be able to delay for another for two months. You might be able to break through to the Rongyuan Realm!"

He secretly thought in his heart that Lei Dong placed some of his hopes on the martial arts of "Splitting the Thirteen Slashes Sky" and the kung fu "Threeteen Slashes". As long as he could stand out from the siege in the half-month competition with his martial arts and win the qualification to participate in the competition, then there was still a chance Within two months, by relying on the Thunder-Eating Art, he can definitely increase his strength in the shortest time possible.

With this thought, Lei Dong searched for something around him.

“This one is quite useful.” Lei Dong finally found a wooden stick about two meters long with thick and thin arms, and Lei Dong said in a deep voice.

Seeing Lei Dong holding a wooden stick from a distance, Xiao Cheng and Xiao Yuxuan looked at each other, but they did not know what Lei Dong wanted to do.

However, at this time, Lei Dong did not directly practice, Practice according to the contents of the silat above, but with his eyes slightly closed, repeat every sentence and every word in the silat over and over again in your mind.

"It seems simple, but it is very difficult to use it in one breath!"

After quite some time, Lei Dong slowly opened his eyes, and although there were thirteen movements in the Thirteen Slashes Sky Spill, every movement was inclusive and ever-changing.

"Splitting the heavens thirteen slashes, first step!"

Holding a wooden stick with both hands, Lei Dong began to play the movements according to the martial arts picture.

Time passed quietly, and the night had come.

Lei Dong repeated it over and over again, from random movements to the current initial form, for three whole hours, Lei Dong was like a machine, repeating in general with that movement.

When night fell and the mountain breeze blew, a sweaty young man in the forest held a wooden stick tightly in both his hands and continued to move and train.

"This time, we have to complete the first three moves at once!"

After several hours of practice, Lei Dong had previously mastered the first three moves of the thirteen slashes, but it was very easy to perform these three moves separately, but it was very difficult to do them in quick succession.

“First step!” Shouted Lei Dong loudly, and swept the wooden stick in his hand, making a whistling sound in the air, an imposing stance that could never be opened slowly appeared.

"Second Form!" Pulling the stick and turning around, Lei Dong slashed furiously behind him. With those two moves, Lei Dong's momentum was already like a rainbow.

“Shape third!” Holding the wooden stick tightly with both hands, there was a creaking sound from the bones, and Lei Dong moved his hand to lift the wooden stick above his head, a strong momentum surging rapidly.

As long as Lei Dong's aura reached its peak, the wooden stick in his hand could be cut instantly, and the first three movements of the thirteen-hit Sky Splitter could be done at once.

However, no matter how much Lei Dong exerted his energy and focused his mind, the momentum seemed to be suppressed by an invisible barrier, and he could not get out at any cost.

Lei Dong's nerves were filled with the idea of not admitting defeat, and he shouted loudly: "Form third!

The moment those words fell, the diamond-shaped pole on Lei Dong's lower abdomen suddenly emitted a dazzling gaze, and Lei Dong's aura reached a frightening height.

The wooden stick in his hand was shattered, and a faintly visible bow of thunder lingered on the wooden stick.