The martial arts arena, which has always been lively, suddenly erased the hustle and bustle and became extremely dull.

This dullness gives people an extremely strong sense of oppression.

There is something in the wind.

Imminent.

"Qin Shou, what are you going to do?" Just when everyone was tense and feeling depressed, a coquettish voice came from the crowd, the voice was very soft, but full of smart feeling.

Immediately afterwards, I saw that the crowd took the initiative to divide into two to make way for a way, and a group of three people walked out of it.

The three of them are all women, and the woman at the head has a particularly delicate face, with the demeanor of a mature royal sister. A strong outfit wraps her plump and warm figure tightly in a concave and convex way, which makes people salivate and unbearable.

The next two girls, although they are both bright and pretty, in front of her, they are like the green leaves of flowers, unable to bloom the slightest charm.

The mature woman headed by this is none other than Qin Ruoxue, the daughter of the Great Elder of the Qin Mansion.

"Ruoxue, why are you here......"

After seeing the person who came clearly, Qin Shou, who was still arrogant just now, quickly changed his attitude to a hundred and eighty degrees, and changed it to a flattering tone, with jealousy and hatred in his eyes, but also mixed with a bit of admiration that could not be concealed at all. "Actually, it's nothing, I haven't seen Qin Feng for a long time, I miss him a little, so I contacted him for a while......"

"Then why are so many people watching?" Qin Ruoxue asked in a cold voice.

"The brothers also miss him very much, so they will chat with him together, everyone said, isn't it......" Qin Shou's brain spun rapidly, thinking about his words, and shouted loudly.

"yes......"

"...... right"

There were very few people in the crowd who were willing to respond to Qin Shou, and the response was sparse.

Seeing this, Qin Ruoxue frowned slightly, and no longer paid attention to Qin Shou, who was like a clown, but directly fell on Qin Feng's face.

"Are you alright? Qin Ruoxue's voice was much softer.

"It's fine. Qin Feng shook his head.

"That's good. Qin Ruoxue said softly.

"If nothing else, I'll take my leave. Qin Feng clasped his hands into fists and said lightly.

Qin Ruoxue nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Qin Feng didn't stay any longer, turned around and walked straight towards the exit of the martial arts arena.

Again!

Once again, with her help, I was relieved!

Although there was no trace of expression on his face, Qin Feng had mixed feelings in his heart.

After leaving the martial arts arena, Qin Feng, with complicated feelings, returned to his own courtyard.

The Qin family's courtyard is the only place in this noisy world where Qin Feng can feel quiet and serene, here, he will no longer be harassed or bullied.

The courtyard was extremely deserted, only a man and a woman and two servants were cleaning the courtyard, and when Qin Feng pushed the door in, the fair-looking girl walked over and bent slightly respectfully.

"Young Master, you're back. ”

"Yes. Qin Feng nodded, "Prepare a change of clothes for me, I want to practice boxing." ”

"Good. The maid nodded hurriedly.

And the manservant just bent down slightly, lowered his head and swept the floor, not looking at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng didn't mind, he didn't care much about these red tapes.

After finishing the order, Qin Feng walked straight towards the practice room, and the maid named Gu Mingyue hurriedly followed, starting to prepare a change of clothes, and boiling hot water by the way for the master to take a bath.

In the practice room of the other courtyard, the ceiling of the huge room was full of iron and wooden sticks of uneven thickness, and the ground was sprinkled with iron sand nails, Qin Feng pushed open the iron door, took off his shirt and threw it aside, wrapped his hands around the strips of cloth, and then jumped into it, vigorously flicked the iron and wooden sticks with both hands to make it shake, and then slammed his fist into the thickest one.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, the iron sticks flew up.

Several iron sticks were smashed in the face.

Qin Feng's figure flickered, and he passed through several sticks and blasted out again.

The cycle repeated, and the sound of "boom, boom, boom" sounded in the practice room, and the sound became more and more dense.

During the whole process, he didn't even step on a single iron sand nail. Although it is a little clumsy and a little embarrassing to do these movements, these are extremely effective training.

At least it's much more effective than the bells and whistles in the martial arts arena.

Practicing boxing like this is a compulsory course for Qin Feng every day. No matter winter or summer, no matter the injury, never stop a day.

Carrying out this kind of high-intensity training, if you are not careful, you will be injured, and it will take a lot of energy and physical strength, although Qin Feng looks pale and weak, but who dares to say such a thing at this time?

His body seems to contain infinite energy, which can never be consumed.

His movements became more and more rapid, constantly climbing the limits of his physical fitness.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Sweat soaked his clothes and soaked the ground, a few hours passed, and the light of the sunset outside the window had dyed the clouds red, but Qin Feng still showed no signs of stopping, his frantically dancing fists seemed to vent the anger and humiliation burning in his heart.

At this time, Qin Feng, who was wrapped in cloth strips with his hands and shirtless, stood in the middle of countless shaking sandbag sandbags, like an iron man who was hard and could not fall, exuding a violent aura all over his body.

"Bang bang bang!"

Qin Feng's fist speed became faster and faster, and the ironwood skin that was often hit by him was obviously dented one after another, revealing the gray-white wood inside.

On top of the wood, there are a little red bloodstains.

Being humiliated in the practice field today is impossible for Qin Feng without a blow, but he knows that he has not yet had the capital to break out at this time.

Wanton venting negative emotions will bring him a devastating blow.

Now he only has to cultivate, cultivate, and cultivate again! Strong, strong, strong!

Ordinary people are probably already disheartened when they are insulted like this today, but Qin Feng is not an ordinary person, and this incident will only make him more determined in his martial heart. He will only cultivate harder and more diligent than before.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

As the sun set, the dull sound of fists striking Ironwood still reverberates. This kind of ironwood is extremely dense and the bark is extremely tough, like steel, and many beginners in martial arts will choose this ironwood for training.

Qin Feng didn't know how many punches he thrown, and finally exhausted all his strength, only to see him dodge and shake out of the ironwood array. A few bunches of herbs were taken out of the wooden cabinet in the corner of the practice room, crumpled and applied to the scarred fists and arms.

Those who practice martial arts need to use the herbs of refining their bodies frequently, otherwise they will leave dark wounds, and the accumulation of secret injuries will make it difficult for martial arts to improve.

The herb he used was called Thread Grass, and it was named not only because it resembled a wire, but also because the green juice it squeezed out dripped on the wound, as if it were being washed back and forth on the wound with an iron wire, and the pain pierced the heart.

Qin Feng endured the pain in his heart, took out a new white cloth from the wooden cabinet, and wrapped his fist again and again.

In fact, there are many herbs that are more effective than clematis, and the medicinal properties are mild, but these herbs are all expensive without exception, and with Qin Feng's current situation, he can't afford it at all.

After wrapping his fist and recovering his physical strength a little, Qin Feng punched again.

"Boom!"

Qin Feng, who looked resolute, walked quickly, his body was like a spirit snake, dodging the iron nails under his feet, the sound of collision was endless, and every punch seemed to use up the strength of his whole body.

The afterglow of the setting sun slowly faded, and the darkness of the night gradually covered the sky.

Sweat flowed on his face, gradually blurring his eyes, the clothes on his body were soaked, and the whole person looked tired, but there was a trace of tenacity hidden in the depths of those clear eyes.

"Practice for another hour!"

Although Qin Feng's limbs were like lead at this time, and it was a little difficult to even lift them, he didn't have the slightest intention of giving up, because in his heart...... There is an obsession.

It was this obsession that urged him to practice like this, day after day, year after year. This kind of cultivation is undoubtedly an unbearable hellish torment for ordinary people. For Qin Feng, it is a daily pass.

Just when he was immersed in his own world, the crisp voice of the maid suddenly came from outside the door.

"Young master, someone is looking for you. ”