In the early morning, the breeze swept away the haze of the night, the sky was still shrouded in a thick fog, and there was no way to see what the morning looked like, the whole world was silent, and everything seemed so harmonious. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

However, at this time, in the small border town located in the western part of the mainland, there were already bursts of shouts, only to see a wide square, standing hundreds of figures, neatly arranged in a square square, they have men and women, solemn faces, staring intently at the middle-aged man on the stone platform, following the man's movements to practice together, Nuoda Square, so many people actually did not have a trace of noise.

"All eyes wide open to show me carefully" I saw the middle-aged man shout loudly, the movements in his hands increased several times, the muscular knotted arms rolled up a hurricane, and the huge fist bombardment made a muffled sound in the air, which showed that it was full of strength, and its sharp gaze was like choosing people and devouring tigers, which made people dare not look directly. As time passed, the middle-aged man's boxing practice was also coming to an end, and suddenly, the middle-aged man rose into the air, and his agile body flew towards the big stone in the center of the stone platform like a leopard, and his fist carrying a thousand powerful punches directly bombarded the stone.

With a "click", the rock, which was bigger than a person, was directly smashed into pieces. "Hey, it's so powerful" The young men and women present all exclaimed, how much strength does it take to do this, everyone looked at the middle-aged man with admiration, at this time in their eyes, the middle-aged man was undoubtedly tall. ”

"Have you seen it clearly, the cultivation of this fist is fast, ruthless, and accurate. "Fast" as the name suggests is to punch like the wind, in the time when the enemy has no time to react, defeat the enemy, the ancients have a cloud: "The world's martial arts, only fast is not broken is this truth,". As long as you're fast enough, you'll be invincible.

"Ruthless" is to pick the enemy's weakness and strike a fatal blow, the two sides are fighting, they are fighting to the death, and being merciful to the enemy is cruel to themselves.

"Accurate" means seizing the opportunity, hitting the target with one blow, and not giving the enemy time to counterattack.

"Okay, that's all for today, you can practice on your own!" After speaking, the middle-aged man turned around and waved his hand behind him.

I saw a boy of about eleven or twelve years old standing there under the willow tree, his emaciated body seemed to fall down as soon as it was gently blown by the breeze, unlike the boy in the square, full of youth and vitality, his face was pale, and he was full of sickness that did not belong to this age.

The "second uncle" saw the middle-aged man coming over, and the young man hurriedly said hello, this middle-aged man with a tall figure and a strong physique was his second uncle.

I saw that this man had a typical Chinese face, thick eyebrows and big ears, and a pair of tiger eyes the size of copper bells revealing a breathtaking atmosphere.

"Xiao Han, you're here again!" The middle-aged man said softly, no longer the majesty in the square just now, at this time he was more like a simple uncle next door.

"Well, second uncle, I'll just come over and have a look. After speaking, the young man moved his eyes to the young men and women who were fighting vigorously in the square, and his envy was on the table. The middle-aged man sighed softly, how could he not know the young man's desire, but the providence of God deprived him of hope.

This young man's name is Qianhan, he is the young master of the Leng family in Tianlang City, as a disciple of the family, it is a kind of sadness that he can't cultivate, not to mention that this young man is also the young master of this family, not only pinning the hopes of everyone, but also carrying the rise and fall of the entire family.

The Leng family can be regarded as a big family within a radius of 800 miles, but there are still two major families alongside it, namely the Lin family and the Cheng family, and the three major families hold the lifeblood of this land and are in a three-legged state.

However, compared to this vast and boundless continent, Tianlang City is just a drop in the ocean, not worth mentioning, you must know that the entire continent is divided into nine continents, and there are no less than one million big cities alone, not to mention those small cities, Tianlang City is not ranked among them at all. The three major families have bumped and bumped, fought for decades, and they have not been distinguished, the strength of the older generation is about the same, everyone puts their hopes on the younger generation, hoping that there will be a junior in the family who can overwhelm the two clans, so the younger generation is particularly valued, fortunately, the descendants of the Lin family and the Cheng family have not lived up to their expectations.

Only the Leng family is the exception, the Leng family has not appeared a genius who can match the descendants of the other two major families, maybe a few years later, the Leng family will eventually turn into the dust of history because of the decline of the family.

"Hey" sighed helplessly, and the young man finally left gloomily, and the lonely figure seemed to be out of place in this world.

"Mother, I'm back!" A soft call, Leng Qianhan pushed open the dilapidated courtyard door, leaving only a creaking sound, as if the courtyard door emitted the last mournful sound.

"Han'er, you're back, where did you go just now? You're not well, don't run too far. In the courtyard, a woman about thirty years old was scrubbing her clothes diligently, her delicate body, her tired look, as if she would be crushed at any time, it was she who had just spoken, the young man's mother Yun Rou, who was originally in her twenties, but now looked as old as a person in her thirties, and looked overwhelmed.

"Mother, I'll help you" Looking at her mother's tired look, Leng Qianhan felt a heart-wrenching pain, and her clenched fists were almost pierced by her fingernails.

"No need, you're not well, go back to the house and rest, I'll be busy soon. He looked at his son lovingly and smiled with satisfaction, it was enough to know how to share this heart for her.

However, why is you the young master of the Leng family, living in such a dilapidated house, this matter has to start from eleven years ago, Leng Qianhan was not born at that time, his mother was a maid in the house, and it was in the twenty-eighth year of the flower season, Leng Zhan is Leng Han's father, the head of the Leng family, after a drunkenness, he had a relationship with the maid Yun Rou in the house, but he didn't expect to win the bid once and was pregnant with Leng Qianhan. Originally, an illegitimate child could not see the light at all in a family like the Leng family, but the descendants were thin, and they had been married for five years in the Cold War, and her wife Chen Fengling never gave birth to a son, and the entire lineage only had Leng Yun, the second uncle of Cold War and Leng Qianhan, and the son of the second uncle, Leng Feng.

Therefore, Leng Qianhan got the attention of his father Leng Zhan and cultivated him as an heir, his mother was more expensive than his son, and her mother's status was also rising in the Leng family, and she got rid of the fate of the maid and became the second lady of the Leng family, which was the happiest time for their mother and son. However, when Leng Qianhan was six years old, when he was found to have fragile meridians and was not suitable for cultivation, the status of mother and son at home plummeted, and more and more people chewed the root of their tongues in their ears, and the words of illegitimate children were endless, and even Leng Zhan gave up paying attention to his mother and son.

As the so-called wall fell down and everyone pushed it, breaking the drum and hammering thousands of people, some people who didn't like them at the beginning fell into the well, and the days were not as good as day by day, and even the Cold War turned a blind eye, which eventually led to his mother and son being forced out, living in a broken house, and doing several times the work of other maids, so far, such days have lasted for five years. Looking at his mother's busy figure, Leng Qianhan finally turned his face away, and the silent tears had already fallen.

"Han'er, what do you want to do when you grow up?" I saw a middle-aged man about thirty years old, who was asking a little boy about four or five years old he was holding with a loving face.

"When I grow up, I want to be a great martial artist, stronger than my father. The little boy looked up at the sky and said with great firmness, the rising sun reflected on the boy's immature face, and for a moment the middle-aged man felt that there would be a great warrior rising in the future.

"Good, good, good" The middle-aged man looked happy, and said three good words in a row, this middle-aged man is Leng Zhan, and this little boy is Leng Qianhan. Now, it has long been a matter of fact.

"Mother, believe me, one day you will be proud of me, I swear" At this point, Leng Qianhan made the first vow in his heart.