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Standing alone on the island, his eyes looking at the ocean of icebergs, his eyes are full of indifference!

It was a deep indifference to life, nature, and everything, and Fang Cheng's whole body exuded a cold aura.

He didn't practice martial arts, and he didn't see any movement.

Today is the last day of the special training.

In the past four months, he has gone from suffering day by day to being as stable as a mountain, indifferent as ice, and his mood has completely changed.

The boundless world of death no longer bothered him, and he could easily bear no matter how terrifying and desperate the environment was.

Fang Cheng's eyes moved, looking at the icebergs in the distance, the amazing and spectacular icebergs were shining in the sun, almost freezing people's hearts.

The image of the volcano came to his mind.

It was a visualization of the Seventeen Forms of Flames...... It was a volcano that had been smothering for a long time...... It's about to explode!

Bang!

A crackling sound of air spread across the island!

Fang Cheng simply closed his fist, punched, and the next plate was like a wire across the river.

Gradually, the wind gradually fell, Fang Cheng punched out, and a flame appeared!

It was minus 30 degrees Celsius cold, and Fang Cheng actually burst into flames!

Punch after punch!

Drink!

Fang Cheng suddenly screamed, the muscles of his whole body tensed, and the strength flowed to his right fist, hitting the air in front of him!

"Shhh

A sharp explosion sounded, and a vigorous flame bloomed!

Fang Cheng smiled lightly, calmed his body, and then took a step towards the stone house, today, he was going to leave here.

He looked at the attribute symbol below his field of vision:

"Strength: 2.9, Agility: 1.4, Spirit: 1.0, Elemental Energy: 2. ”

Well?

Agility and spirit will progress and grow in the training, but the strength will not move at all.

Strength probably represents the talent of the martial artist.,Before, my martial arts talent was extremely poor.,After getting the attribute ability.,After the physique is stable, I will immediately add some strength.。

Fang Cheng knew in his heart that it was probably because of this reason.

............

Yunhai City Airport.

A white-haired old man and a medium-long-haired young man walked out of the VIP channel of the airport wearing long sleeves.

The middle-haired young man raised his face, and a pair of cold eyes glanced around, it was Fang Cheng who had returned from Inukat Island!

Fang Cheng's eyes moved, and he said indifferently: "Master, everyone wears short sleeves. ”

"Ahem. Old man Lu coughed and snorted coldly: "Short sleeves are very cool, why don't you wear short sleeves during special training?"

Fang Cheng shook his head slightly, he had almost frozen to death twice while wearing long sleeves...... If it's short-sleeved, will he still be allowed to live?

"Master, what are we going to do next?"

Old man Lu glanced at Fang Cheng and stretched: "Hey, go out first to breathe, see the sunshine, and the Yunhai official will send someone to pick us up." ”

"Oh?" Fang Cheng's eyes froze, and he nodded suddenly: "National Youth Martial Arts Competition?"

Only Huaguo, a large-scale martial arts event, could attract Fang Cheng's attention, and he combed through the martial arts road on the island, and also set a goal to be completed.

Then ...... Take the championship.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered with coldness, after four months of hard work, there were almost no flaws in his soul, and nothing could touch his mind that was as solid as an iceberg.

Except for mom and dad...... Well, maybe there's also a Lin Nuannuan?

Get out the door.

At this time, it was summer, the blue sky was endless, like a huge emerald blue gem, Fang Cheng looked at the sky, and his mood became more and more comfortable.

Well?

Fang Cheng frowned slightly.

A bunch of people stood here at the door smoking, and the smoke was filling.

Old man Lu waved his hand: "Apprentice, I don't want to smell smoke as a teacher." ”

"Yes, Master. ”

Fang Cheng's eyes were indifferent, and after a concise answer, his left palm pressed down fiercely.

Boom!

The dull sound was accompanied by a visible wave of air rolling around, the smell of smoke dissipated, the hair of the smoker was flying, his face was blank, and the cigarette that was still burning was actually extinguished!

Most of the smokers were male, and everyone looked at the cigarette butts in disbelief, and then stared blankly at Fang CD, their eyes flickered for a while, did not speak, and slowly walked away.

This is Yunhai Airport, and any brick smashed is a general manager, or a director, which also makes everyone's eyesight more accurate and more thoughtful.

Why bother to get on a par with a young warrior who can set off a wave of qi with one palm because of this little thing? It is a waste of time and a waste of life.

Some of the people threw their cigarettes in the trash and walked into the airport, while others went further away to continue lighting cigarettes.

Fang Cheng glanced at it silently, and there was no fluctuation in his heart.

After a while, a black car with a public license plate came and stopped at the exit of the airport.

The co-pilot door opened, and a capable young man in a straight suit walked down, he stood at the place where he got off the car, looked at it, and walked over to Old Man Lu.

Fang Cheng's indifferent eyes made the capable young man's heart tremble fiercely, as if what was standing in front of him was not a living person, but an iceberg for thousands of years!

"You are ......"

Old man Lu spoke first, and said lightly: "Yunhai Municipal Government, when will you leave for the imperial capital?"

Hearing Old Man Lu's straight to the point, the capable young man frowned, and then replied without too much hesitation: "Yes, we have arranged for this afternoon's plane, counting Mr. Shang, a total of four young warriors ghostwriter." ”

"Well, there's only a few hours left to take off. Old man Lu looked at Fang Cheng and asked, "Are you going to the hotel to rest?"

Fang Cheng's lips moved slightly: "No, Master." ”

"Let's stand for a meeting, let's not go to rest, and you can come back when it's time to take off." Old man Lu looked at the capable young man.

The eyes of the capable young man were full of incredulity, standing here for four or five hours? He nodded helplessly, politely said a few polite words, and walked back to the car.

At this moment, feeling the warmth of the sun, listening to the noisy voices and cars around him, an arc finally appeared on Fang Cheng's cold face.

He smiled.

Standing here, it feels so good, Fang Cheng's heart keeps reverberating with faint joy, this is the satisfaction of returning to the city and returning to the world.

The two of them stood here, but they didn't attract much attention.

Soon, in the afternoon, Fang Cheng and Old Man Lu followed behind the Yunhai Municipal Personnel, re-entered the airport, and began to board the plane.

For this competition, Yunhai Municipal Government actually applied to charter a small plane, and four warriors, as well as more than a dozen government personnel boarded the plane.

The other three martial artists were all twenty-five or sixteen, and two of them were professional-level mid-level martial artists.

A short but strong warrior with a round face and big eyes looked around, and his flat hair was even more aggressive, he was the number one seed in the representative of the young martial artists of Yunhai City: Qian Xingxin.

Qian Xingxin glanced at Han Shifeng and Tang Guang on the side, and smiled coldly in his heart, these two people, one is still in the early stage of the professional level, and the other is just breaking through the middle stage of the major.

This is to make soy sauce?

Hehe, it's just a supporting role, he turned his gaze and looked at Fang Cheng again.

Qian Xingxin's eyes narrowed, the light flashed, and his thoughts turned in an instant:

Four months of training?

Or a freshman at Unhai University?

What kind of things can be specially trained? What martial arts experience can such a young martial artist have?

Qian Xingxin sneered, the National Youth Martial Arts Championship is not only a test of rank, but also martial arts heritage and fighting experience!

It is said that this time, there were a total of 120 young warriors in 25 provinces and 4 municipalities directly under the central government.

Among them, there are 98 in the middle of the professional level and 22 in the early stage of the professional level, if you want to stand out in the middle of the professional level, of course, it depends on who can play!

The plane took off quickly.

Qian Xingxin looked at the rising heights outside the window with high morale, and his heart was excited: Huaguo Youth Martial Arts Competition, I am here! Huaguo Youth Quarterfinals, I have decided!