"Yan Lan, this kid, the medicine can't be stopped!" a middle-aged clansman touched the bridge of his nose and sneered.

"Yes, you must not give up the treatment, this kid has challenged the weight of a thousand catties forty-nine times, and failed every time, it is really 'a toad climbs the wall, and he will not surrender', I think I have to practice another four hundred and ninety times. Another clansman crossed his waist and pointed at a teenager in the training ground, shaking his head and spitting in his mouth.

"It's you guys who stopped taking the medicine, it's noisy all day. Yan Lan clenched her teeth and hummed in a low voice of dissatisfaction.

The scorching afternoon sun scorched Yan Lan's body, and the cyan robe was soaked inside and out. However, the exhaustion and heat still could not extinguish the resolute look in his eyes.

Thirteen-year-old Yan Lan is not earth-shattering in appearance, but her face is angular, her facial features are upright, and under years of training, her skin is healthy and bronzed, her muscles are uneven and symmetrical, and she bursts out with a strong sense of strength.

Yan Lan swept the Yan Clan Training Square, the square was more than 100 zhang square, and on his side, more than 50 teenagers were neatly arranged, and each of them had hundreds of catties to thousands of catties of Xuaniron stone on their arms. The teenagers' faces were red, their teeth were clenched, and no one would give up easily.

The teenagers standing here are all one of the ten characters in the younger generation of the Yan clan, they are already talented, and since they were two or three years old, they have begun to practice exercises and temper their bodies, and more than ten years of time have honed them to the point that they can carry a weight of hundreds of kilograms. And the mediocre talents of their age can't even lift a tenth of their weight.

Under the towering ancient trees around the training ground, most of the noisy onlookers were the parents of the teenagers.

"Yan Lan, as a humble illegitimate child, you want to challenge the family's glorious record, and you don't pee and take care of yourself!"

"The son of an illegitimate son is also trying to compete with our ancestors for fame, which is really ridiculous!"

“......”

When the onlookers' eyes swept over Yan Lan, a wisp of mockery instinctively appeared in their eyes. But when his eyes swept over his child, the corners of his mouth raised a smug arc. Although their children are older than Yan Lan, they carry a lighter weight than Yan Lan.

"My father is the illegitimate son of the family, and I am also an illegitimate child, and my father and I have no words in the names that symbolize the orthodox generation of the family, if we don't redouble our efforts, my father and I will always live in the shameful laughter of the clansmen......" Yan Lan pursed the corners of his mouth and raised the Xuantie Stone up again.

Yan Lan raised his head, his eyes reflected the undisguised triumph of the onlookers, and he said indignantly: "One day, I will also make my father as proud as you!"

It is an eternal truth that mothers are valued by their sons, and fathers are honored by their sons. Yan Lan's heart, why don't you want her father to be proud of him!

Taking a deep breath, Yan Lan tilted his face slightly, and the scorching sun shone on his face, producing a slight sense of illusion, which might make him forget the slow passage of time.

At this moment, in his mind, the illusory and ethereal fragments appeared again: a blue planet, prosperous and noisy, and powerful technology. On a blue and cloudy day, an ordinary man, who seemed to be himself, was in a smoky mountain range, picking and eating a wild fruit to eat, and then there was nothingness, and he couldn't think of anything.

Some fragments of that world always linger in my mind, lingering, but it is also difficult to put together neatly.

"Could it be that I'm from that world?" Yan Lan muttered to himself, "Every time I ask my father, my father says that if you want to break through all the mysteries, you need to cultivate to the realm of supreme supernatural powers, but what is the realm of supreme supernatural powers?"

On several occasions, he had the same dream inexplicably.

In that dream, he was in a chaotic and ethereal world, with a gray floating figure in front of him. He asked the other party any question, but the other party was silent, just looking at him indifferently.

When he was silent, the other party occasionally whispered a few words: "Child, because of your tenacity and diligence, so I am lucky, from now on, you will no longer be an ordinary man, the wheel of fate has turned, please continue to cater to my love......!

Just as Yan Lan's thoughts were surging, a loud and cold voice came from his ears.

"Every family has its own family glory. In terms of weight-bearing training alone, there are many glorious names recorded in our Yan clan genealogy, and they all have admirable records: 1,000 catties at the age of 13 and 1,300 catties at the age of 14...... Seventeen years old, two thousand eight hundred pounds. ”

"To bear these weights, all of them must insist on more than two sticks of incense. These records represent the pinnacle of physical strength. In every weight-bearing training, you have to aim for your predecessors and constantly exceed your limits......"

Yan Muxiong, the coach of the Yan Youth Group, shouted from time to time, his thick eyebrows and broad face, cold eyes, a black suit, clenched fists, and hideous veins, revealing explosive strength and strong combat experience.

"When I grow up, I will definitely be so strong!" Yan Lan secretly gritted his teeth.

The heat of the sun filled the entire square, and the faces of the clansmen in the distance were slightly distorted by the surging heat. Drops of sweat ran along Yan Lan's forehead, across the corners of his eyebrows, and then fell to the ground, instantly turning into a cloud of water vapor and dissipating.

"One stick of incense has arrived, the target is two sticks of incense, no one is allowed to give up easily!" Yan Muxiong's cold drink sounded, and the leaves were shaken to the ground.

At this time, on the side of the square, dozens of girls in pink clothes and white clothes came over, with small soft words and silver bell-like laughter, bringing a trace of coolness to the scorching square.

"Hurry up, the weight training is almost over, I don't know who carries the heaviest weight this time, and who lasts the longest!" Before the girls arrived, the voices came from afar.

When the teenagers saw the girl running happily, they all put away their sluggish breath, and they all held their heads high, their eyes did not squint, and they pretended to be masculine.

"Yan Lan still challenges a thousand catties, it's too powerful!" a young girl said with a smile. Her hair is like clouds, her skin is like snow, her thin eyebrows are moist and her nose is moist, she is quite beautiful, especially her bumpy body, wrapped in tight clothes, there is a kind of charm that wants to bloom.

"It's Sister Ling Yu!" Yan Lan turned her head slightly when she heard the crisp bell-like voice, but she smiled bitterly in her heart, "I have been defeated repeatedly, if I still can't hold on to two sticks of incense this time, won't I lose people again?"

That fair girl is Yan Lingyu, fifteen years old, and Yan Lan grew up together.

"What's so powerful? He's never lasted until two sticks of incense!" said a few voices among the girls, slightly disdainful, and there were still a few wisps of disapproval in their eyes.

Previously, every weight-bearing training session for Yan Lan, as the clansmen ridiculed, was terminated within two sticks of incense. However, he always wanted to prove that his ten years of extraordinary efforts were no worse than those glorious names on the family tree.

According to rumors, Yan Lan's grandfather had an affair with an enemy woman and gave birth to Yan Lan's father. And Yan Lan's father also fell in love with a woman who came out of nowhere and gave birth to Yan Lan.

Yan Lan has the shame of two generations on his head, and he is extremely despised by the clansmen of the orthodox blood of the family.

"He'll definitely hold on, for sure!" Yan Lingyu pursed his mouth, stomped his feet, a touch of coquettishness flashed in his eyes, and he said indignantly in his heart, "Dead pig's head, you have worked so hard since you were a child, you must persist until two sticks of incense, otherwise, I will never have the cheekiness to mention you among my sisters." ”

"Cubs, body weight training not only tempers the body, but also sharpens the will and improves the soul realm...... When the strength of the body is exhausted, use your will and soul to persevere......" Yan Muxiong shouted again.

The onlookers stood with their hands crossed, pointing and poking from time to time, arguing about which was superior and which was inferior, and which was stronger and which was weak! Especially when discussing Yan Lan, their eyes instinctively showed undisguised disdain.

"Come on, give me some more nasty words, let me persevere!" Yan Lan's tired face suddenly appeared with a smile.

Behind the success, there are certainly strange opportunities, but there is never a lack of hard work.

Yan Muxiong's gaze swept over Yan Lan, nodded and said secretly: "Although Yan Lan said that his background is not good, his hard work and talent are outstanding. When I first joined the training group, I was able to lift 600 pounds. It's only been half a year, and he's almost on par with those glorious names in the family's history. ”

Time seemed to pass extremely slowly, and some teenagers began to show signs of giving up.

Sensing the sluggishness of the momentum, Yan Muxiong's eyes were cold, and he said in a loud voice: "Cubs, there is still a month, which is the annual family competition, and whoever can win the championship will be able to obtain the inheritance and baptism of the family's secret treasure, the King's Vessel." Needless to say, you also know how helpful the King's Weapon is to your cultivation. Therefore, only those who are willing to be trampled under the feet of others will easily give up training now, understand no!"

"Understood!" the teenagers shouted vigorously, and the slightly sluggish atmosphere suddenly dissipated considerably.

"For the sake of my father, I must get it. Hearing the king's weapon, a force of resilience suddenly surged from the depths of Yan Lan's soul.

The clansmen always disdain Yan Lan, in addition to the problem of life experience, but also because other teenagers choose to train with a weight that is two or three hundred catties lower than the family record, but Yan Lan prefers to hit the same weight as the brilliant record. It's just that failure after failure, in the eyes of those people, is undoubtedly self-inflicted.

But who can guarantee that this time, the stubborn teenager will not succeed?