Di Xia's aptitude for practice improved her family's living conditions.
Her mother also had some time to rest and the tribe provided her with material protection.
The whole family bade her farewell to the heavy burden of the past.
What happened in the past three days was like a dream.
People were refreshed when they met with a happy event.
Only one night later, Liu Juan looked younger.
At night, Liu Juan cleaned her daughter and changed new clothes for her in the morning.
The little tabby cat in daily life now became a little beauty.
Breakfast was rice porridge, cooking dumplings, and salt vegetables.
Each of them had cooked eggs.
In the past, this was a kind of enjoyment only on the day of the sacrifice in Di Shan or during festive seasons.
After the meal, she gave her son two gold coins and her younger sister gave her brother a storage bag.
Di Yan injected his soul force into the storage bag.
The bag of holding was about 1.3 square meters wide, with three spiritual stones and two bottles of pills inside.
With this precious pouch, good herbs could be safely hidden.
He bit his fingertips and dripped his blood onto the Soul Imprint.
From now on, Di Xia goes to the practice room to practice.
His mother goes to accompany his younger sister, leaving him alone in the house.
Di Yan calculates and goes to the smithy to buy bows and arrows.
The whole family holds each other's small hands and goes to the tribe.
Yesterday, Di Long returned safely.
Today is a good day for the tribe to distribute goods.
There are items piled up in front of the meeting hall, and the clan leaders and leaders are present.
The distribution of the tribe's materials depended on the share of each household, and the contributions to the tribe could also be exchanged.
People smiled with a few bags of salt, a few bags of rice, a pile of ore, several bottles of healing elixirs, and a small bag of tea leaves.
Liu Juan and Di Xia arrived.
The patriarch and the First Elder came over.
The First Elder were the elders of the clan.
He was already 147 years old, and his seniority was two generations older than the patriarch.
He was the only late Foundation Establishment cultivator in the clan.
Liu Juan was stunned and quickly pulled her daughter to kneel down.
She whispered, "Granddaughter-in-law, Liu Juan, greets the first elder." The old man slightly raised his hand and held the mother and daughter up with a gentle force.
Di Xia looked at them curiously with her round eyes.
The First Elder was wrinkled and skinny like an old monkey.
The old man gazed kindly at Di Xia, bent down and gently picked her up.
He smiled and said, "Little baby, you will be my pro-disciple from now on." Liu Juan shed tears of joy.
The chief handed her a basket of salt and followed the First Elder to the inner courtyard.
After his mother and sister went into the middle school, Di Yan went to the shooting range.
On the right side of the house, there are many bows hanging from the small to the large wall.
The smaller one, the smaller one, the smaller one, the smaller one, the smaller one, the smaller one, the smaller one, the smaller one, the smaller one.
After the smaller one, Di Yan goes straight to the middle one.
He took one out, pulled it back and hung it up.
He then took another one and hung it up.
He then tried a few of them and shook his head gently.
Under the shocked gazes of the children, he walked towards the large bow.
The large bows were used by adults, with light bows and heavy bows being divided.
When a bow was opened, five baskets needed to bear power; when a half bow bore six baskets, a full bow needed at least eight baskets power.
It was suitable for people at the middle and late stage of Qi Refining.
It takes 10 strokes to draw the bow, 12 strokes for a half bow, and 18 strokes for a full bow.
Only Foundation-building Stage Cultivators and Body-refining Masters can use a heavy bow.
There are 2 heavy bows in the tribe.
One belongs to the Great Elder and the other belongs to the previous clan leader Di Hu.
Now Di Long is using them.
Di Long is at the peak of the 8th stage of the Qi-refining stage.
With his strong and robust Kongwu power, he is barely able to lift a full bow.
Di Yan took down his bow, pulled it back a couple of times and hung it up a couple of times.
He then took out another one and pulled it a few times.
Under the curious gaze of the villagers, he carried the quiver and walked towards the shooting range.
He measured the target.
From near to far, his sight landed on the central area, and on the last target.
This was a 300-meter target position, and further away was a heavy bow position.
He stood with his legs crossed and his body straight like a spear.
Breathing in, closing his eyes, and concentrating, he circulated his Spiritual Qi around his body.
He took a step forward, bent his legs, lowered his body, and fixed his eyes on the target.
Everything became silent in an instant, and everything outside the target seemed to disappear completely.
The target became bigger and bigger in his eyes, and his heart seemed to stop beating.
He felt familiar with it thousands of times in his previous life, but now he was back!
He relaxed his bow and arrows, and the three arrows were shot in one shot!
The bow was like a full-moon arrow, like a meteor.
The three arrows shot one line after another and went straight to the middle point of the feeling.
In the practice room of the Inner Yard, Di Xia was sitting in meditation.
In the next room, the Great Elder was meditating with murderous intent.
Oh no!
His Divine Awareness was sent out all of a sudden.
The three arrows shot straight at his Deity Sea!
The old man's back turned cold, and even his hair stood straight up.
At the center of the target, the three arrows trembled and buzzed.
It seemed that they could hear that time was still and that the sound of a fallen needle could be heard.
Putting away the bow and arrow, he quietly walked out of the yard.
His figure disappeared around the corner.
The yard was still quiet, and the clansmen were still staring at him in a daze.
Some envied him while others were puzzled.
"Is this kind of archery still a scrap of spiritual root?
He doesn't seem to aim at it?
Has he reached the acme of perfection?" The realm of archery on the Barbarian Continent was divided into three kinds: arrows without hair, a hundred steps through a sun, three arrows with a string of pearls, and a special realm, which were superb and existed in legends.
The cultivators at the Gold Core stage were full of Qi.
Their clothes, internal armor, and magic treasures had powerful defensive functions.
The ordinary arrows had lethality, which had no effect on the cultivators of the Gold Core stage.
The cultivators of the Gold Core stage could stop in the air and move around like the wind.
The heavy bows and heavy arrows had limited damage to them.
The Greater Power of the Gold Core could move quickly.
Even if he hit the target, his vital parts could not be hurt.
The lethality of the flying sword surpassed that of the arrows and greatly weakened the functions of the arrows.
The arrow skills were superb.
Wherever the arrow was, the Gold Core cultivators would be threatened.
If a specially-made strong bow and heavy arrow was used, it was normal to be shot to death.
As the ruler of a region, Yan Emperor didn't want to haggle over these kids.
What he had done just now was for the sake of the original owner of this body, just to prove that he was not a good-for-nothing.
The little guys were stunned, which made him happy.
Di Yan keeps walking quietly.
A wave of obsession removes the inside of his body.
An invisible membrane disappears and his soul becomes even more compatible with his body.
Around the corner of the alley, the blacksmith's shop appeared on the opposite side of the alley.
In the pile of waste materials in front of the door, there was a round fat boy who was choosing.
The little fatty's name was Li Xiongzi, and he was Blacksmith Li's son.
He was one year older than Li Xiongxiong and had reached Lv 2 Qi Refining Realm.

He was Li Xiong's closest friend and had given him the herb-picking cup.
He crept in front of Li Xiongzi and stomped his foot with a loud bang!
The little fatty's entire body trembled.
He slowly turned around and was stunned for a moment.
His face, which was as big as a cat's face, grinned, revealing a few white teeth.
He said pleasantly surprisedly, "Di Yan!
You're not dead?
You're too bad!
You've caused me to be sad for two days in vain, haha!" Di Yan's heart boils.
He says smilingly: "Only when I'm really dead will you be happy?" Fatty laughed and said, "Haha!
Of course." As he said this, he threw away the things in his hand.
A black hand rubbed his nose and held his arm.
He said happily, "Let's go!
Go inside." The smithy was surrounded by four rooms, with a yard in the middle.
The front room was a display room, the back was a casting room, the left side was a material room, and the right side was a bedroom.
There was a well in the yard.
Next to the fire in the casting room, Blacksmith Li held the iron clamp with one hand and split an arm into an arm that wielded an iron hammer.
He raised his head and saw his son and Di Yan.
He lowered his head and continued to do his work.
Fatty took Di Yan into the bedroom, took out the herb-collecting basket from behind the door, and handed it over, "Here!
This hoe is good, I will give it to you." The herb-collecting tassel was slightly longer than ordinary ones, and the hoe was installed on a short spear.
A short spike grew in front of it, and the rear of the handle grew a part.
The hollow mouth was large and small inside, and there was a short dagger inserted into it.
It could be used as a spear stab or herb-picking, and it could be hidden as a dagger to protect the body.
It was a unique design.
The little fatty crawled under the bed and continuously threw out materials.
With a pout, he said excitedly, "Di Yan, don't you want to use a sword?
This is a good material for practicing the sword.
I exchanged it with a fire for it." His face was filled with pride.
The sound of the hammer stopped.
Blacksmith Li walked over, took a bottle of wine, and handed it to Di Yan, saying: "Brat, drink to ward off evil.
When I heard that you're dead, my son cried so hard that his face has never been clean.
Fatty is so afraid of dying that he doesn't dare to look at you.
He's the boldest person to steal wine and my materials." The blacksmith's voice was so loud that it made everyone's ears buzz.
"Uncle Li, I want to buy a light bow." The blacksmith was a little surprised as he carefully sized him up.
He knew that he was already at the third level of Qi Refining Stage.
He bent down and took out a chest made of camphor wood.
He opened his chest and took out a bow pouch.
Handing it over, he said, "The python skin bronze skin bronzed flood dragon tendon bow, Underworld Gold cold iron arrow, six carrying bows, eight carrying half a bow, ten carrying bows.
The items that were picked up in secret realms couldn't be used by iron hammers.
There's no use for it, so I'll give it to you." The bow bag was made of hard black and tough leather, and the black snakeskin wrapped around the entire bow.
The bow was as thick as a black chopstick and the whole bow was black.
It was cool when in one's hand, so it was indeed a light bow made of fine materials.
The black leather bag contained nine metal arrows.
The arrows were as thick as chopsticks and were about three feet long.
They were slightly longer than ordinary arrows.
Di Yan pulls the bow.
Half a bow is easy to pull, but the bow is full of arrows and it is almost powerful.
Good bow!
Good arrow!
Good killing weapon!
It is much better than the bow and arrow in China.
If Chi You had this kind of bow and arrow in those days, he wouldn't need to spend too much effort to kill him.
Di Yan loves Qin Yu so much that he does his best to help Qin Yu.
He feels warm and grateful in his heart.
Blacksmith Li Tiefeng was known as the three Spiritual Roots of Fire, Gold, and Water.
He had lived in Qifeng City for generations and was engaged in mining and making ores.
At the age of 12, he had reached Lv 4 Qi Refining Realm and passed the Sect assessment to become an outer disciple of the Taixuan Sect.
On Danxia Mountain, Tai Xuan Sect was 1,500 kilometers away from Qifeng City.
Li Tiefeng had cultivated arduously for 15 years and successfully reached Foundation Establishment at the age of 35.
He became a core disciple of the inner core.
The trial in the Secret Land of the Wildness was once-in-a-century and had the fortune to participate in it after four years.
Although it was a rare opportunity, the destiny was unpredictable.
The Dark Demon in the Secret Land had broken out, and he had escaped with the help of the Yama-Extermination Pill.
The Yin-Yang Grass and the Fire Yang Fruit were the main ingredients of the Yin-Yang Extermination Pill.
The seventh-grade spirit medicine was rare, and it was hard to remove without the poison root.
The poison consumed Internal Strength day and night, and Li Tiefeng's realm declined.
After nine years, he would reach the late stage of Qi Refining Realm, and then he would be sent to the shop in the periphery of the sect to collect information and materials.
According to the investigation, a hundred years ago, Yin Hell Grass and Fiery Yang Fruit came from the forest of the Boorish Desolate.
Li Tiefeng had chosen Qingyang Town and was in charge of Qingyang Taixuan Shop.
The shopkeeper of the shop was Wang Xiaoman.
His two faces were sinister and vicious.
His sister was the second elder of Tai Xuan Sect and was favored by him.
Li Tiefeng's teacher was the Great Elder.
The two Elders had been fighting both openly and secretly for many years.
One year after Li Tiefeng arrived at Qingyang Town, the sect had made things difficult for him.
In a fit of anger, he left the Taixuan Sect, accepted Di Long's invitation, and came to the Di Clan's tribe.
Di Clan's tribe was located on the outskirts of the wild forest at the foot of the mountain.
The traffic was blocked here, and the mountain was high and the forest was densely populated.
There were also Yin Hell Grass and Fire Yang Fruit.
Li Tiefeng hoped to buy them and re-established his forging career here.
He had lived here for more than 70 years.
Blacksmith Li was once a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
His cultivation had dropped to the Qi Refining Stage and his lifespan was not affected.
He was 125 years old and looked like he was in his fifties.
Eight years ago, he brought back a baby in a swaddling egg.
The blacksmith treated it as if it was his own child and named it Li Yingfan.
Li Baodao is 1 year old.
He went up the mountain to pick mushrooms and caught loaches in the water.
These 2 fellas have deep feelings for each other.
He has a big face and is fat and simple-looking.
In fact, his stomach is full of evil ideas.
Fatty stole wine from the blacksmith every day.
Perhaps he had drunk too much and had made up for himself.
He had a fat face and round body.
The little fat boy was afraid of ghosts, so he did not dare to pee outside at night.
The blacksmith gave his son a urine pot, which could be used to ward off evil spirits.
As the news spread, the little fatty was often teased by the children.
Blacksmith Li and Di Yan both knew that the little fatty wasn't timid.
It was his eyes that could see things that others couldn't see.
Fatty didn't have many advantages.
Barbecue was his unique skill.
In the courtyard of the academy, the three of them were roasting meat while eating.
Di Yan was full of wine and meat, so he did not bid farewell to the father and son blacksmiths.