The rain and mist that surrounds the mountains make it impossible to catch the scenery at a glance from the top of the mountains, and the harmonious color of this scene cannot help but make people feel as if they have disappeared into the world, the soul returns to the sky, and the body is immersed in the earth, and becomes one with heaven and earth. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The cool air in the early morning can't help but make people feel refreshed, touch the skin, bring a thorough heartfelt pleasure, even if you drag the tired body, you can get unprecedented refreshment here, let your body out of the original state, feel infinite energy.

Pulling away and coming to the sky, it is also a different scenery.

The rising sun began to reveal its whole body, expelling all the darkness of the world, and at the same time emitting a gentle light, which was inevitably a pleasure to scatter on the body, and to feel such a warm feeling in the cool air was as if returning to the arms of a mother.

The golden glow of the clouds slowly moved through the air, and occasionally some birds and creatures streaked through them, and their wings passed through the clouds, bringing out two cloud tracks, which shimmered beautifully in the first day and under the rain and mist.

If the creator were to see such a scene, he would only be amazed that he was able to create such a beautiful world by his unintentional actions.

It was in this quiet mountain scenery that people couldn't bear to destroy that some slightly discordant sounds were heard.

"Drink!"

"Wow!"

Hearing the sound, on a low hill, a thin figure was clutching the huge black wooden block in his hand, constantly chopping the air in front of him, and every time the black wooden block was swiped, it would cause a wind whistle of the object quickly passing through the air.

"Four hundred and twelve."

"Four hundred and thirteen."

"Four hundred and fourteen..."

Not far from the thin figure, two burly middle-aged men stood side by side, giving people the feeling that they were as unshakable as two boulders, but their eyes always fell on the thin figure, and they muttered a few words.

It wasn't until the two of them counted the five hundredth strokes that the thin figure stopped what he was doing and threw the huge black wooden block to the ground.

The black wooden block that was so light in this person's hand actually made a dull sound after falling to the ground, ordinary people are afraid that they will secretly swallow a mouthful of saliva when they hear such a sound, and they feel terrible about this person's strength, to be able to make such a dull sound, that heavy object is only about three hundred and fifty pounds, and to be able to swing it like this for five hundred times, how much strength does that person have!

"Uncle Gen, Uncle Yao, I'll fight again now, you can help me see what I still have shortcomings." A childish voice came to the so-called Uncle Gen, and in Uncle Yao's ears, the two looked at each other and smiled, and nodded to the owner of the voice.

Closing the distance with the thin figure, you can find that the person who waved the huge black wooden block before is actually only a teenager about twelve or thirteen years old, a young man with short black hair and a pair of deep black eyes, and a considerable part of immaturity on his delicate face, under the previous practice, the tender white little face is covered with sweat, and the mouth makes a gentle gasping sound.

But if they saw the boy swinging the huge black wooden block with both hands for five hundred times, they were afraid that they would feel terrified, this is only a teenager, and he can already catch up with the strength of a man who has been exercising for many years.

Strange to say, the young man's momentum suddenly fell, and the previous fatigue was swept away, and what once again revealed his shocking aura and the power of a martial arts master.

Every punch of the teenager seems to be hit with all his might, even in the eyes of outsiders, this set of punches is not as brave and domineering as imagined, but from every move of the teenager, every punch, every kick The punch style that bursts out can make people feel the infinite power of boxing.

Pick, pick, pull, hook, push, hit!

A set of punches composed of these simple movements is full of mystery, and the strength of the teenager is like an endless life, the bigger the more courageous.

The brown-haired middle-aged man in a cloth coat standing not far away had his eyes lit up, and he gave a surprised tone to another middle-aged man in black clothes and black pants beside him.

"Lao Yao, the young master is only how old he is, and he can actually beat the unloading fist to this realm, a full thirty-six times! At my age, even half of the young master's life is afraid that it will be difficult to do it. ”

"Isn't it, the unloading of the fist is about the force of the force, when defending, by converting the opponent's attack into their own strength, the more they fight, the more brave and famous, and when attacking, you can also use your own strength, the unloading punch is more and more courageous, until the end of the fight can not control the huge force before stopping the unloading. The boy is so young, he has been able to grasp the power of thirty-six hits in a row, it seems that our Ren family will prosper! ”

Looking at the young man's performance, the middle-aged man in black named Uncle Yao on the side couldn't help but praise and marvel at his performance.

"Thirty-seventh, pick, pull, pull, hook, push, hit!"

"Thirty-eighth..."

After the thirty-seventh blow, the boy could not grasp the exponentially growing power, and finally stopped, shaking his head in discouragement, feeling sorry for his failure.

"Young master, you are already very powerful, in the eyes of the two of us, no one of the same age in the family is really inferior to you, young master, even if it is your third brother, second brother or eldest brother, you can fight." Seeing the young man's dissatisfied expression after stopping to unload his fist, the two naturally greeted him with a smile, and felt quite satisfied with the boy's previous success.

"Uncle Gen, Uncle Yao, didn't you say it, don't call me young master, just call me Ren Xuan, it's really not good, call me Xiao Xuan too..."

"Hahaha, yes, yes, yes, Young Master Ren Xuan." With that, Uncle Yao and Uncle Gen hooked their shoulders and pulled each other right, so they turned around and walked back to the place where the family was.

The two didn't see it, and when they finished saying the last four words, Ren Xuan stumbled suddenly, and three black lines appeared on his forehead.

"Young Master Ren Xuan, hurry up, otherwise we will go to the clan for breakfast first, hahaha."

"Alas! Uncle Yao, Uncle Gen! Wait for me! ”

Rolling his eyes helplessly, Ren Xuan seemed to know that his opinion had no effect, so he stood up very simply and hurriedly ran towards the two.

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