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Chapter 1: Young Fang Hong

Earth, 2078.

At noon, the sun was shining.

The earth seemed to be scorched, and the entire Chuzhou City was filled with heat waves.

With the continuous destruction of the earth's ozone layer and the environment, the earth's temperature is getting higher and higher, and it is now December, but it is still very hot.

The average temperature of the entire earth has reached nearly 20 degrees, and many human living areas exceed 30 degrees all year round, even in winter, there is no trace of cold.

In the practice hall of the Chihong Martial Arts Hall in Chuzhou City, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy with long hair was practicing his palms over and over again.

The young man's complexion is bronzed, his stature is not tall, he looks like one meter seventy-five, sword eyebrows, starry eyes, handsome and extraordinary, thin, bare upper body, all strong muscles, as the young man continues to practice palms, above his body, there is a faint red airflow, this red airflow is not obvious, only when you look closely, you can see it.

Just as the young man was practicing his palms over and over again, tirelessly, a round of applause rang out: "Yes, Fang Hong, your Xuanyang Gong has finally entered the fifth layer." ”

A middle-aged man in his forties, with a Chinese character face, walked in.

When the young man Fang Hong saw the middle-aged man coming in, he stopped practicing his palms and said with a smile: "Master, you are here." ”

The middle-aged man is the owner of the Chihong Martial Arts Pavilion, that is, Fang Hong's master Yan Chihong.

Fang Hong came to Yan Chihong, scratching his hair, quite embarrassed: "I also just broke through last night." ”

Yan Chihong looked at Fang Hong with a look of relief: "If Master had accepted you as an apprentice a few years earlier, you might have been a high-level martial artist by now!"

He only accepted Fang Hong as an apprentice two years ago, and within two years, Fang Hong had cultivated Xuanyang Gong to the fifth layer, and with such a cultivation speed, it was him, and he couldn't help but be amazed.

Xuanyang Gong entered the fifth layer, which meant that Fang Hong was already a fifth-stage martial artist!

At the age of seventeen, a fifth-stage martial artist, even in the entire younger generation of Chuzhou, he is also a leader.

"Have you tested your fist strength?" Yan Chihong asked Fang Hong.

"Not yet, I came to the martial arts hall in the morning and practiced the Prajna Vajra palm. Fang Hong said.

"Let's go, I'll take you over to test your current fist strength. Yan Chihong said, and then took Fang Hong to the strength tester.

Fang Hong stood still, running the fifth layer of Xuanyang Gong, and slammed his fist on the tester.

Bang!

The tester made a loud bang.

The value continued to soar, and in an instant, it broke through 500 and stopped at 510.

"510 pounds! Yes, as soon as you break through the fifth stage martial artist, your fist power is 510 pounds!" Yan Chihong smiled, and then touched his chin and short beard, which was his habitual signature move.

"510 pounds! Xiao Honghong, yes, I'm about to catch up with your sister and me. At this moment, a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old with a sweet smile walked in from outside.

The girl combed a long braid, the braid reached to the waist, the skin was like congealed fat, and she looked very good-looking, especially the eyes, which were very charming.

The girl came to Fang Hong's side, patted Fang Hong on the shoulder, and quipped: "In the future, my sister will rely on you to cover me." ”

Fang Hong smiled bitterly: "Senior sister, how can you use my cover." ”

The girl is the daughter of his master Yan Chihong, called Yan Wan'er, two years younger than him, but because he apprenticed late, he called the girl his senior sister.

Yan Chihong smiled and said, "Okay, don't make fun of Fang Hong, but Fang Hong came over early to practice, how can you be like you big lazy worm, the sun is shining to your toes before you come over, you don't look at what time it is, it's noon." ”

Yan Wan'er came to Yan Chihong's side and said with a smile: "It's rare Sunday today, Dad, you take me to Lushan." ”

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