The Holy Demon Continent, the imperial capital of the Klan Empire, outside Kolo City.

The suburbs of Kolo are surrounded by mountains on three sides and the slowly flowing Kolo River to the east. The mountain peaks are covered with clouds and mist all year round, and the scenery is good, and there is a unique scenery.

Some nobles who are elegant or love landscapes like to choose an elegant house on the outskirts of the city to show their taste, and the Li Wangfu is the most luxurious of these noble mansions outside the city.

The red walls and green tiles, the warm morning sunlight shines on the green glazed tiles of the Li Palace, reflecting the soft light. Two stone elephant stone lions, symbolizing the majesty of the prince, stand on both sides of the red lacquered gate embedded with copper nails, and three powerful gilded ancient characters are written on the forehead of the gate: "Li Wangfu". These all show the noble status of the first foreign surname of Kelan - Li Zhenghong, the king of Li.

Now the morning sun is rising, the hour is not more than a moment, but the palace of King Li is very lively.

On the training ground of King Li's Mansion, a group of teenagers were training with the soldiers.

On the training ground, the teenagers in gray training uniforms and the government soldiers in black uniforms were scattered and lined up in two columns, and they were clearly distinguished. The teenagers and the government soldiers lined up one-on-one, and the people on both sides either practiced martial arts with their bare hands or held wooden weapons.

Although it is just a daily training, the two sides go back and forth, and every punch and kick carries the sound of whistling wind, which is obviously a use of fighting spirit.

On the one hand, the chief instructor of the Li Wangfu, who was responsible for recording the daily training performance, was wearing the pure black piping uniform of the Li Wangfu soldiers, with two eye-catching gold decorations on the cuffs, showing his different identity from ordinary government soldiers.

The burly instructor sat on the Taishi chair next to him. He held a roster in his large, calloused hand, and a striking scar on his face ran through his face, from his left eyebrow to his right ear. He sat on the side, nodding his head from time to time, praising a certain teenager for his outstanding performance, and then bowed his head and added a point to the roster in his hand.

The Klan Empire is very martial and early morning is a good time to train.

As the pillar of the Crane Empire, each generation of Li kings was very strict with the children of his own palace, stipulating that they should get up at three o'clock every day to practice, and they were allowed to rest after an hour and a half. This is the rule that has not changed for thousands of years in the Li Palace, and it is also one of the reasons why the Li Palaces have prospered from generation to generation.

In this group of teenagers, there is a thin figure that stands out. The young man's sparkling eyes were as pure and immaculate as the stars in the sky, and his slender eyebrows, fair skin, straight nose, and thin lips made him look extremely delicate.

Sweat soaked the linen training uniform on the boy's back, and beads of sweat the size of beans ran down the broken hair and cheeks on his forehead, falling on the mud floor one by one, imprinting dark marks one by one. His figure is slightly thin, and he looks a little out of place in a gray training suit.

In the face of the government soldiers who did not spare their hands during the training, the young man was obviously not enough, he pursed his thin lips tightly, and tried his best to resist the strong government soldiers in front of him. The government soldiers made a move to the first-order martial art "Pai Yun Palm", forcing the young man to retreat again and again, and barely avoided the endless palm shadows.

Although this Pai Yun Palm is not a precious martial art, as a first-order martial art that is not lacking in the Pan Saint Demon Continent, it can be favored by the Li Wangfu and selected as the entry martial art of the government soldiers, which naturally has its advantages.

This soldier who was training against the young man obviously understood the essence of it, and each palm he swung looked plain on the outside, not as obvious as other people's fighting spirit, but in the palm of his hand, there was a powerful first-order warrior fighting spirit.

The young man dodged left and right in the continuous offensive, and resisted the attack of the government soldiers with great difficulty. He didn't choose to give up, and his delicate little face was full of determination.

Taking advantage of the fact that the government soldiers were old and the offensive was interrupted, the young man tried to fight back with the first-order martial art "Rock Crushing Fist", which he had just learned two days ago and was still a little rusty. It's a pity that the boy who wielded this move only had a shelf and no actual power of the Rock Shattering Fist was full of flaws in the eyes of the experienced government soldiers.

Rock Shattering Fist focuses on indomitable momentum and fierce strength, although the power is good, but this kind of fierce martial arts is not suitable for a slightly thin teenager.

The soldiers grabbed the young man's weak right wrist and brought him to the side, easily defusing the young man's slightly immature attack. The boy staggered two steps before he could stand firm.

On the side, the instructor who was responsible for recording the early morning drill performance of the Li family's children sighed.

The boy who performed a little unsatisfactory on the training ground was the third son born to the wife of Li Zhenghong, the king of Li, Liming. Third Young Master Li is fourteen years old this year, according to common sense, ordinary children of the Li family have generally become a first-order warrior at the age of thirteen, but due to congenital deficiencies, frailty and illness, the trace of primordial fighting qi in the dantian has not been able to condense successfully, and he cannot cultivate to become a warrior in the true sense.

Dawn, who was born weak, looks soft and weak on the surface, but his temperament is very similar to his father, and he is extremely stubborn in his bones. The third young master, who was unwilling to succumb to others and humiliate the reputation of Prince Li's younger brother, practiced martial arts desperately in private and condensed his fighting spirit, just to get a good evaluation in the morning exercise every morning, so that his father, who had been worried about his future, could rest assured.

Just as the instructor sighed at Dawn's stubborn character, a sudden change occurred.

A neat elbow blow from the government soldier went straight to the door of Dawn, and Dawn had no choice but to raise his arms to block forward. But how could this hasty defense block the powerful blow of the government soldiers, he was hit by this elbow blow and flew out, and his thin body fell to the ground like a flying leaf, unable to move for a long time.

The fluttering sound of dawn landing attracted the attention of many people in the field.

"Third brother!" Li Ming's second brother Li Jiang, who was training with another government soldier in front of him, exclaimed, and then made a block, shook off his opponent, got out of the battle circle, and ran towards the young man lying on the ground.

The soldiers who were training against the third young master knew that they were in trouble, so they quickly withdrew their hands and stood helplessly beside Liming.

In a recent comparison, Li Jiang who ran over and Li Ming who lay on the ground have nine points of similarity, and the same eyebrows depict different expressions. It's just a small and a big with two faces, one is slightly immature and delicate, and the other is slightly mature and heroic.

"Third brother, are you okay?" Li Jiang gently picked up Liming's thin body, his movements were extremely gentle, for fear that he would use too much force and hurt the young man, and asked nervously, "Where is the injury?"

"Second brother...... I...... I'm fine......" The young man's expression was painful, and he grinned with his teeth in order not to worry his brother.

He tried to move his unconscious hands, and accidentally brought them to the wound, only to feel that one of his forearms was already painful as if they were cracked, and he didn't need to look to know that it must be red and swollen.

However, this is still the result of the mercy of the soldiers.

How could a first-order samurai's full force strike be so easy for an ordinary person to take? Not to mention a fourteen-year-old boy who had always been thin and weak?

If it weren't for the government soldiers forcibly retracting three points of strength at the end, Dawn would have been hit by that blow, even if he was lucky enough not to die, he would have to lose half his life.

"I'll go and tell my father that you can rest here for a while, and the doctor will be there later. The young man instructed the entourage who hurried from the sidelines to call Doctor Kong in the house, and at the same time comforted the young man with a painful expression with a pleasant face, and then turned his head and reprimanded the soldiers who looked a little flustered beside him, "How many times have I told you, the third young master has been weak since he was a child, and he must control his strength when he is practicing, why did something still go wrong?"

Li Jiang and Li Ming are the biological brothers of the same mother, and the younger brother was injured, so he was naturally distressed as an elder brother. With a gentle temperament, his expression and tone are extremely unkind.

When the soldier heard Li Jiang's reprimand, he hurriedly knelt down in a panic and pleaded guilty: "The little one should be damned, the little one should be damned!" During the sparring session, the little one felt that the third young master's martial arts had made a lot of progress, and he wanted to try how the young master's strength was, but his subordinates lost their proportions, and asked the second young master to punish him!"

At this time, the instructor who was originally on the sidelines also came to Li Jiang's side, Li Jiang handed him an inquiring look, and the scarface instructor understood what Li Jiang wanted to ask, and nodded gently.

When Li Jiang wanted to speak, Liming, who was in his arms, gasped in pain and said, "Second brother...... It's not his fault...... To blame...... I can only blame myself for my poor strength......"

Hearing this, Li Jiang hesitated for a while before waving his hand and signaling the government soldier to retreat. As if he had been pardoned, the soldier stood up and saluted the two young masters of King Li, then stepped aside and stood with his hands down.

"What do you see, what do you see, what does it have to do with you?" the scar-faced instructor looked around at the entire training ground, and said loudly to the soldiers and other disciples surnamed Li who were constantly looking here, "Is the training task assigned to you every day too light? Do you want me to add one more private training to you?"

Hearing this, the soldiers and other children of the Li family, who were still watching the excitement on the side, hurriedly continued their sparring.

Just kidding, the routine morning exercise that lasts for an hour and a half every morning is already so tiring that it makes people feel uncomfortable. If this guy asks the usually demanding Scarface instructor to give him another private sparring session, it is estimated that he will not be able to get out of bed for a day and a half.

Li Jiang nodded at the instructor gratefully, he knew that the instructor's move was to protect Liming's face.

I don't know when, at the door of the training ground in the distance, a tall middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the training ground from afar. He was dressed in a big red dark pattern python robe symbolizing his status and status, and a dark blue silk burqa on the outside; he wore a golden crown of clouds with nine pythons entrenched, and his long hair was tied into a bun with a purple and gold hairpin; on the left side of his waist hung a three-foot Qingfeng Junzi sword rewarded by His Majesty the Emperor himself, and on the right side of the ancient jade ornament of the former dynasty, with starry eyes and sword eyebrows, extraordinary instruments, dignified appearance, between the eyebrows and eyes and the two brothers Li Jiang and Li Ming are seven points similar, but the temperament has more majesty and maturity that the two brothers do not have.

For such a noble attire, there can only be one person in the Li Palace, and that is the most noble person in the huge Li Palace, and he is also the famous official first master of the Kelan Empire, Li Zhenghong.

Li Zhenghong has been standing at the door of the training ground for a while, he just watched his two sons practice from a distance, the scene of Liming being injured and falling to the ground just now, King Li was all in view, he didn't stop it, and he didn't make any other superfluous movements, but a touch of distress quietly flowed in his eyes still betrayed his mood at this moment.

With his fifth-order martial emperor's cultivation, there were many ways to stop a small soldier who was only a first-order martial artist's cultivation, and he just stood quietly and watched without saying a word.

With his profound fighting spirit, King Li effortlessly listened to the conversations of several people in the field, and when he heard Li Jiang's words, his expressionless face showed a hint of relief, but it was only for a moment, and then he returned to his expressionless face and turned to leave.

Li Jiang, who was on the training ground, caught a glimpse of the figure of his father Li Zhenghong turning away, and hurriedly comforted the young man, and after handing him over to the entourage on the side, he got up and chased after the figure that was slowly moving away.

"Father, father!" Li Jiang called out to King Li not far from the gate of the training ground.

Li Jiang is not short, he is 1.8 meters, but he still looks slightly short in front of King Li, who is more than 1.9 meters.

Li Zhenghong heard the shouts of his son behind him and stopped.

"Is there something wrong?" Li Zhenghong asked as he stood still, turned his head and looked calm.

"Father, third brother, he was injured again today when he was training with the soldiers, I ......" Before Li Jiang could finish speaking, he was interrupted by King Li's waving hand.

"I saw it. ”

Leaving only four simple words, King Li turned his head and left. No matter how Li Jiang called behind him, he didn't pay attention to a word.