Weird things are rampant: I enthroned gods in another world

As the rising sun rose, purple light fell on the earth.

In a small courtyard in Fuping City, beater Feng Zhicai and his son Feng Yong are fighting a set of boxing techniques handed down from their families.

This set of punches is different from most punches, less fierce, more sleek, and relatively slow movements, which does not seem to have much lethality.

As the fist technique progressed, suddenly a purple light fell towards this small courtyard and fell on Feng Zhicai, who was immersed in the fist technique.

This purple light was placed in all the purple light that fell to the ground, it was not worth mentioning, it was very weak, but when it fell on an ordinary martial artist, it seemed unimaginably precious.

Feng Zhicai's body was shrouded in a purple light, and this purple light turned into a strand, a wisp of purple light that was finer with the progress of the fist technique, and through breathing, it entered his body through the skin, turning into a mass of strange energy.

These energies, with the movements of the fist technique, gradually began to gather according to a peculiar trajectory, and then began to circulate throughout the body.

The third son Feng Yong, who was behind Feng Zhicai, suddenly stopped the movement in his hand and froze when he looked at the purple light on his father's body, completely confused about what was happening.

Feng Yong opened his mouth wide and was about to exclaim, but he reacted in time, and immediately covered his mouth with one hand, and it took a long time to come to his senses.

Feng Yong took a few long breaths, calmed his rapidly beating heart, and looked at his father Feng Zhicai again.

His father Feng Zhicai was just an ordinary fighter, just a martial artist who could be called a martial artist of the middle rank, and generally only reached the samurai level to be officially called a martial artist.

His father had only reached the middle level of martial arts after practicing martial arts for twenty years, and then he had never broken through again, but how could such a martial artist who could no longer be at the bottom suddenly appear such a vision today?

Feng Yong felt a trace of warmth from the purple light on his father's body, as well as an indescribable sense of coercion.

All the visions seemed to come from the day before, and when my father returned that morning, instead of the sleepiness of a sleepless night, his face appeared red and radiant.

In the next two days, the wrinkles on my father's face seemed to be much less, and he only slept for two hours in the morning, and he was in abnormally good spirits, and even his back that was originally a little squat straightened up again.

Is this still his own father?

What really happened that night?

Feng Yong was thinking cranky in his head, but he did not dare to make a sound or move, for fear of disturbing his father's chance.

At this time, Feng Zhicai completely entered an inexplicable state, he felt that there were streams of heat flowing into his body from the outside, and began to operate endlessly in the body, and that heat flow became more and more powerful, and even began to stimulate the whole body, and gradually began to feel a faint tingling sensation.

The sensation of this tingling sensation became clearer and clearer, and it seemed that the tingling from the soul to the body, bones, muscles, blood, and skin seemed to be stimulated.

With the tingling sensation, Feng Zhicai could only be comfortable by waving his arms and moving his legs more quickly to make the heat flow run faster.

Feng Yong saw his father, and he swung his fists and feet faster and faster, and then he actually drove a cyclone to form around him, a purple cyclone.

Feng Yong stood behind him and felt a pulling force and was startled.

Feng Yong hurriedly moved back a few more steps, and the feeling of pulling disappeared.

"Crunch..." With a sound, the door was gently pushed open, and an old woman walked out.

The old woman was holding a dustpan in her arms, and when she raised her eyes, she saw her wife shrouded in purple light in the courtyard, and she was shocked and wanted to exclaim.

When Feng Yong heard the door ringing, he saw his mother walking out of the door, he was startled, took a few steps to make a step away, ran to his mother's side, reached out to catch the dustpan that was about to land, and covered his mother's mouth with the other hand.

Feng Yong shook his head madly at his mother, stunned the old woman.

"Mom, don't make a noise, dad, this is a good thing, I'll go find my brother and come back later." Feng Yong whispered in his mother's ear.

Only then did the old woman come to her senses, look at her son Feng Yong, and nodded.

Only then did Feng Yong let go of his hand, and the old woman looked at her old wife bathed in purple light stunned, her eyes full of incredulity.

Feng Zhicai, who was immersed in the concentration, knew nothing about these, he only felt that a strange energy was spinning faster and faster, and he didn't have time to think about what this heat flow was, but just subconsciously continued to wave his fists and feet.

After the tingling sensation, it is a numb itching sensation, which is the itch from the internal organs to the skin, and can only be relieved by continuing to shake your fists and feet.

I don't know how long has passed, the purple light began to weaken, and Feng Zhicai's face began to gradually become clearer.

At this time, the wrinkles on Feng Zhicai's face had completely disappeared, and there was a Dao purple light shining from all over his body, and there was a faint stench coming from him.

The backyard of Tianxiangju, inside the bedroom.

"Whew..." "Whew..."

Two exhalations sounded one after another, and Qian Liwen and Qian Kun opened their eyes one after another.

"Ahem... What does it smell like? "

Ahem... It stinks! As soon as

the two opened their eyes, before they could pay attention to anything else, they smelled an extremely unpleasant stench lingering on the end of their noses.

"Young Master, oh no, Senior Brother, look at you!"

"Junior Brother, on you?"

The two spoke at the same time, and then they both noticed that something was wrong with each other, and found that the other party was wrapped in a layer of greasy black stains, and the stench seemed to come from the other party.

"Depend, what's going on?" As soon as Qian Liwen looked down, he saw himself and found that he seemed to be the same.

"Is this what Master said? How is it so smelly! Qian Kun first remembered what Zhang Xuan said about bone cutting.

"No matter, it's so uncomfortable, I have to take a shower!" How could Young Master Qian Liwen endure this, he immediately jumped out of bed, came to the door in a few steps, reached out to open the door and went out, and was immediately pulled by Qian Kun immediately behind.

"You're just going out?" Qian Kun asked.

"Huh?!" Qian Liwen immediately reacted, if he went out like this, then his reputation as the eighth young master would be completely ruined.

Thinking of this, Qian Liwen was stunned.

"Is there anyone outside, squeak!" Qian Liwen did not dare to go out, so he could only shout in the house.

"Eighth Young Master, we are here!" The guards outside heard Qian Liwen's call and immediately answered.

"Okay, you guys quickly instruct the kitchen to boil two pots of hot water for Young Master Ben!"

"Yes, young master! Two pots of hot water? The guard outside exclaimed.

"Whatever you want, let you burn as much as you want!" Qian Liwen was furious.

"Yes! Be! Young master, the little one will go and order immediately! "Where did the guard outside dare to talk back, and immediately went to order the kitchen.

Then the two people in the bedroom began to look at each other, and the stench filled the room.