City tour of the master of cultivation

However, it suddenly occurred to Zhou Yi that today's Day is rather special. The whole family are gathered in the wide martial arts arena. The crowd is crowded, but there is no noise. If he wants to experience, he can only put it behind for a while.

"The way to cultivate martial arts is not to talk about talent or status, but to strive for progress and diligence. If you work hard, you will surpass me in a few years!" A steady voice came from the crowd. It should sound like a middle-aged man about 40 years old.

Zhou Yi bumped into the crowd. When he saw the figure of the middle-aged man, he seemed to have experienced a fierce battle and gasped heavily.

Why is the middle-aged man named Haikuan? He is a martial arts man invited by the seventh prince to teach boxing. It is said that he is the cultivation of the fourth martial arts school. He is the captain of the bodyguard of Dali Dynasty and lives in the third grade.

He Haikuan is a strong man, wearing a black tight jacket, but he can't hide his bulging muscles. At this time, he is looking at the crowd with a serious face.

Zhou Yi looks at he Haikuan's strong body enviously, subconsciously looks at his thin and weak body like a bamboo pole, secretly compares it with him, and brazenly straightens his chest.

It's just that he's too thin and weak. Even if he struggles to stand up, he doesn't feel any protruding

Zhou Yi's appearance is ordinary, and the matching of facial features is only the standard of ordinary people, but he has a pair of long and narrow Danfeng eyes which are obviously different from others. When the black eyes roll, it seems that there is still a aura.

"Martial arts is nine fold, the first is to strengthen the tendons, the second is to forge the bones, the third is to open the dust, and the fourth is to pull out the mountains If you reach the fourth realm, your arms have the power of a thousand gold, and you can break through the rock with one strike at will! " He Haikuan looked at some disbelieving eyes of the people, then he picked up the stone lock with hundreds of Jin placed beside him.

"Go He Haikuan didn't worry about people's surprised eyes. He snorted and hit the stone lock with one punch.

"Boom"

the stone lock weighing several hundred jin was smashed like rotten wood in he Haikuan's hands, and the stones were scattered everywhere. People were shocked to see this scene, and were dumb and speechless.

The boy's narrow and long eyes of Danfeng showed a touch of splendor. He was staring at the scattered gravel on the ground, and his mind was full of longing.

You can break hundreds of Jin iron rope with a single blow. Who doesn't want to have this absolute power? Who doesn't marvel at it. All the people in the palace were deeply shocked by this scene, and many maidens and maidservants showed the appearance of flower mania, their eyes full of peach blossom looking at he Haikuan.

That's why we have strength!

On the mainland, the strong are respected. Here, we ignore race and identity, and only care about strength.

With absolute strength, beautiful women and money can be obtained, even emperors and generals have to yield three points, all of which are due to strength.

People in the mainland practice similar skills, but after this skill, there are more powerful martial arts skills.

Martial arts is divided into four grades, and each grade is divided into upper, middle and lower grades.

In such a rich place, there are only second-class martial arts. You can imagine how rare it is!

The pattern of the mainland has not changed for a hundred years. In the south there is the great prime minister Prajna temple, in the north there is the ice sea liulizong, and in the East and West there are such forces as the Dali Dynasty.

However, the central part of China is the most chaotic and prosperous part of the mainland. It is extremely difficult to make a name in the central part of the mainland.

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"From today on, you must train according to my way. If you can't stand it during training, you can leave by yourself, but you should know what it means to leave!" He Haikuan's rough voice sounded, which was mixed with a little bit of pressure, which made everyone in the palace feel awe inspiring.

Since the assassin almost killed his son last time, the whole royal family was in a state of panic. The seventh prince was angry and increased the bodyguards of the royal family several times. He invited Professor He Haikuan to fight. The purpose was to hope that similar things would not happen again.

Only when everyone has learned Kung Fu, the safety of the son can be guaranteed. From this aspect, we can see how much the seventh Prince loves his son.

"In half a year, all those who don't step into martial arts will be expelled from the palace. Time is precious. Let's start now!" He Haikuan glanced at the crowd and looked at the tender young girls in front of him. His heart was also bottomless.

This is the first time that he has been in charge of training domestic servants. None of them has ever done heavy work. It's no better than the soldiers with strong physique. It's really difficult for them to step into the martial arts in half a year.

"Everyone in four lines, running around the arena for 50 laps." When the order went on, all the families in the palace sighed, just like a ball of vent.

The martial arts arena of the palace is very wide. I don't know when I'm going to run after 50 laps. The servants are only responsible for some casual work in the palace. How could they ever bear such hardships.

But if they can't reach the standard within half a year, they will be kicked out of the palace mercilessly. People bite their teeth. Men and women are divided into four columns and start to run around the arena.

However, Zhou Yi looks happy, as if he still has a strong desire for him. He looks firm when running, which is obviously in contrast to others' reluctance.Time passed quietly at the fingertips. In a twinkling of an eye, although it was difficult for them to finish 50 laps, almost all of them finished the task. They sat on the ground with a tired face.

Only around the arena, there was another man struggling to run. His whole body was soaked with sweat and looked miserable. It seemed that he had exerted all his strength when he stepped.

"Ha ha, this boy is still the same. He's tired after only ten laps. He's really recognized as a waste!"

"If it wasn't for his body like this, I really doubt that he was the murderer of Shizi. After all, he had been his Royal Highness for a few days!"

"the LORD had a son in his middle age, and his adopted son was out of favor. With resentment, he wanted to assassinate Shizi instead, but he was so weak that he couldn't beat a woman and dared to assassinate his royal highness?"

Hearing these words, the young man who was still running in the martial arts arena was not angry, but surprisingly responded to those people with a strange smile.

It seems that these words did not humiliate him, but they were completely humiliated by Zhou Yi.

It just means, I think, I like it, I like it, what can you do with me?

He Haikuan looks at Zhou Yi, who is struggling to run. He has a little appreciation in his eyes. He knows that Zhou Yi has some physical problems, but he is surprised that he can persist in doing so.

A warrior doesn't have to rely on force. What he needs is the spirit of persistence and never giving up like Zhou Yi. Although Zhou Yi's constitution is weak, it can't hide his strong heart.

"Brother Zhou Yi, I'll accompany you!" suddenly, a clear voice like a silver bell came from one side. It seemed to be the sound of nature, and it seemed to disturb people's mind when it came into people's ears.

They were stunned and turned to look at the source of the voice, then they were replaced by a strong jealousy.

The source of the voice is a young girl, she has a melon face, long eyebrows, picturesque, petite nose under a small mouth, thin lips, the whole face delicate and beautiful, almost without a trace of human fireworks.

Her petite face showed a smile, which seemed to pour the city, and all the men present were immersed in it, unable to extricate themselves.

The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old. She was wearing a light green dress and was walking slowly towards Zhou Yi.

The thin Zhou Yi didn't turn around to know who would have such a moving voice. He didn't stop and still struggled to run.

"Brother Zhou Yi, you wait for me!" the girl follows Zhou Yi closely, but Zhou Yi, who had no strength to run, seems to have been beaten with chicken blood. The speed increases greatly, and the girl can't catch up.

"How can he be worthy of Her Highness as a soft and weak waste? I don't know how many times stronger I am than him!"

"Well, how could his highness like him? Just this soft guy, just like a girl

The eyes of the male housekeeper are full of jealousy. He wants to burn Zhou Yi to ashes.

The girl behind Zhou Yi is Yi Xiaocha, the only daughter of the seventh prince.

Her appearance was so beautiful that almost no one could match her in Dali Dynasty. Of course, it attracted many princes and princes' sons to pursue her.

It's a pity that Yi Xiaocha has never accepted anyone's confession. On the contrary, she has locked her goal of choosing a mate on this skinny Zhou Yi, which makes many people extremely surprised. I don't know why

"Brother Zhou Yi, wait for me. Why do you always hide from me?" The sound of Xiaocha's silver bell is constantly ringing behind Zhou Yi, which makes him feel a little flustered. He gradually slows down until he is shoulder to shoulder with Xiaocha.

"Your Highness, I'm still training. Can I wait until I finish my training?" Zhou Yi is panting heavily, the remaining light of his eyes glances at Yi Xiaocha.

Xiaocha's figure is perfect, and her loose clothes can't cover her strong upper body. She keeps shaking with running, which makes her face hot and dry.

Although Xiaocha is a woman, her physique is not the same. Her accomplishments are both martial arts and Taoism. After running for several laps, she can't breathe.

This is quite different from Zhou Yi, who has a weak constitution.

"Brother Zhou Yi, don't lose heart, one day you will let them see your different side!" Xiaocha says to Zhou Yi.

"Maybe." Zhou Yi's eyes are a little dim when he hears that his poor health has been maintained for nearly ten years, and it is estimated that he will be like this all his life.

That kind of dream like thing is too far away from him, even he never thought about it.

Maybe it was walking with the beautiful women, and the teenager didn't feel too hard either. Until half an hour later, fifty laps finally ended.

Lying on the ground limply, Zhou Yi's face turned pale slightly. His whole body was like a pool of mud, and he had little strength to speak.

"Brother Zhou Yi, at noon today..."

This silver bell like voice once again aroused countless jealousy.