The morning sun is rising, it is the moment when the qi is the most abundant, in the Zhangjia martial arts training field, a team of teenagers is in a strange posture under the sunlight. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In front of this group of children, there stood a man with sharp eyebrows and a resolute face, the man was about his early thirties, but the resolute aura on his body infected the children, making the children can't help but have a strange emotion of respect but fear.

"Remember, martial artists focus on exercising their physique, tempering their bodies, and every powerful martial artist has a solid foundation skills, otherwise, in the later stage of cultivation, no matter how hard you try, it is impossible to break through a realm, therefore, if you want to become a strong person, you must do a good job of basic skills from an early age, now, put a good posture for me." Zhang Quan drank loudly, and his voice roared like thunder, ringing in the ears of this group of children, and the children suddenly became smart, and their original posture was not quite standard.

On the right side of the open space of the martial arts training ground, there is a step, on the step sits a young man dressed in black, the young man's eyes are closed, a not very handsome face always has a trace of sadness, the young man's eyes suddenly opened, and a stream of fine light swirls in the young man's black and white pupils, until it finally disappears.

"Hey, failed again, what the hell are you going to make trouble, why do you have to plunder every trace of vitality I cultivate."

Zhang Fan sighed helplessly.

Zhang Fan, the young master of the Zhang family in Qingping Town, originally used Zhang Fan's identity as a child, from childhood to adulthood, should be beautiful, and in this world, martial arts are respected, Zhang Fan is a waste person, a waste martial soul who communicates, and a waste wood who can't improve a trace of cultivation in five years, but he has been miserable

Five years ago, in the awakening ceremony of the family martial spirit, Zhang Fan awakened a black vortex martial soul, this martial soul, so that Zhang Fan's five-year cultivation has not improved at all, so Zhang Fan's name of waste is resounding in the family, not only that, Zhang Fan has a great reputation in the entire Qingping Town, don't be surprised, Zhang Fan's reputation is not because Zhang Fan's father Zhang Tian is the head of the Zhang family, and the Zhang family is one of the four major families in Qingping Town, but Zhang Fan's name of waste wood has spread all over Qingping Town, There is no other reason, all the teenagers who have awakened the martial soul have made more or less progress every year, and Zhang Fan has been standing still for five years, and he is still the first person in a hundred years.

"Hey, I said, when will you be satisfied, you can't leave me a little." Zhang Fan vomited bitter water in distress, in fact, in the past five years, Zhang Fan insisted on cultivating and exercising his physique every day, but it was a pity that every time he refined a trace of vitality, he was devoured by the black vortex martial soul in his body, causing Zhang Fan to have no progress in five years.

Zhang Fan's lonely figure fell in Zhang Quan's eyes.

"This kid works harder than any child in the family, if he is awakened, even if it is a first-class martial spirit, his current achievements are limitless.

In the past five years, Zhang Fan's efforts have been seen by Zhang Quan, Zhang Fan insists on cultivating every day, exercising his physique, and he does not change through wind and rain, and he works harder than anyone else, but God is unfair and gives him a waste martial spirit.

Zhang Fan didn't notice Zhang Quan's disappointed eyes, at this moment, in his heart, the daily scolding procedure had been started, "Hey, you can't leave me a little vitality for me to cultivate, okay, since you like to devour, then I'll let you devour enough," Zhang Fan didn't believe in this evil, and continued to operate the exercises to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, countless points of light wrapped Zhang Fan like sunlight, part of it was refining Zhang Fan's body, and part of it was being swallowed by the black vortex martial spirit.

Zhang Fan's cultivation was three hours, and after Zhang Fan opened his eyes, there were already a few sparse figures left in the originally crowded martial arts training ground.

"Hehe, waste, you're pretending again, since God has doomed your fate, you should accept it, after all, being a waste is also a good thing for you." An inopportune voice sounded in Zhang Fan's ears, and three meters away from Zhang Fan, stood a young man dressed in white, with uncomfortable disdain and disdain on his face, looking at Zhang Fan like an ant.

"Is this a cousin in the family? He looked like I had really become a piece of rubbish, and he was satisfied. Zhang Fan's heart flashed with sadness inexplicably, the family brothers handled this relationship as a failure, perhaps in this family full of interests, the family affection has already become weak. Maybe only his father Zhang Tiancai is the only person in the world who is really good to him. Zhang Fan clenched his fists, Zhang Fan has matured a lot in the past five years, and he knows that there is no need to have a verbal dispute with this kind of person, so he turned around and was about to leave.

Who knew that a cool breeze hit Zhang Fan's body, Zhang Fan stepped back, and then glared at the white-clothed young man in front of him angrily, "Zhang Hu, don't deceive people too much." ”

Zhang Hu smiled lightly, "It's too much to deceive people, Zhang Fan, you can't help but think too highly of yourself." Zhang Hu's father Zhang Xing is the second elder of the family, and the two have not dealt with each other since they were young, and later Zhang Tian became the head of the family, Zhang Xing was even more dissatisfied with Zhang Tian, and as Zhang Xing's son, Zhang Hu of course did not deal with Zhang Fan since he was a child.

Zhang Hu raised his head proudly, his eyes were full of disdain, "Zhang Fan, you waste, you waste so many cultivation resources in the family, if these resources are given to me, then I am at least a martial artist of the sixth rank of the martial artist now, and even worse, I may have reached the ninth rank of the martial artist, and I am qualified to attack the strong of the martial artist, you said that you waste so many resources, do you want to die." Zhang Hu said that there was something wrong with his eyes, his face was hideous, as if he was about to eat Zhang Fan.

With a slam pounce, Zhang Hu turned his palm into a claw, his five fingers bent and attacked Zhang Fan, the cold wind hit Zhang Fan's face, Zhang Fan's face changed, "Damn, Zhang Hu, you are really too deceitful." Zhang Fan's eyebrows were upside down, and the whole person was like an enraged tiger, not retreating but advancing, and punched Zhang Hu directly.

"Hmph, I can't help myself." Zhang Hu sneered.

However, soon he couldn't laugh anymore, because an irresistible force came from his five fingers, and Zhang Hu's five fingers seemed to be crushed by a heavy object, and Zhang Hu let out a painful scream.

Zhang Fan's body took three steps back to stabilize his body, his right hand hung down, and drops of bright red blood flowed out of his white skin.

"Zhang Hu, remember, no matter how much waste I have, I am better than you, because you are the real waste." Zhang Fanhuo turned around, he urgently needed to go back to heal. Although Zhang Fan can't cultivate and improve his cultivation, his five years of persistence have not been in vain, Zhang Fan's body is comparable to that of a martial artist of the second grade, based on this, Zhang Fan can draw with Zhang Hu.

Watching Zhang Fan's back gradually move away, Zhang Hu didn't dare to catch up, the reason was very simple, there was a heart-wrenching pain from his five fingers, which made Zhang Hu dare not chase after him.

"Zhang Fan, don't be complacent, you attacked me this time, and you won't be so lucky next time. Moreover, I am about to step into the third rank of martial arts, and I will definitely return it to you tenfold when the time comes. ”

Zhang Hu grinned gloomily, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

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