Before I knew it, it had reached the fifty-first year of Emperor Qingfu, and the sky was cloudy on this day.

Autumn in Yecheng seems to have come very early, and it is full of leaves. The hundred-year-old ginkgo tree in the inner courtyard of Yefu in the east of the city became more and more lush, and countless leaves seemed to be plated with a layer of gold. At this time, it was still early, and the little Ye Ning stood under the ginkgo tree early in the morning. His hair was simply tied up, he was wearing a moon-white shirt, and he was punching one by one, and he already looked a little suave. His movements are not fast, but he has a sense of rhythm, and there seem to be traces to follow when he falls together, retracts and releases, which is a set of "Fuhu Boxing" that is widely circulated on the rivers and lakes.

After the little bird finally grew up, Ye Ning's interest completely shifted to martial arts. He has long understood that the Qingluo Continent is a world where everyone advocates violence and pursues strength. The Ye family is no exception, almost all men have to practice martial arts, and "Fuhu Boxing" is an introductory boxing method for young children, which is practical and easy to learn. However, it is very rare for someone like Ye Ning to still practice "Fuhu Boxing" at the age of sixteen. Ye Ning's father persuaded him to practice the more advanced martial arts in the family, but he didn't think so, thinking that the "Fuhu Fist" handed down by the Fuhu Divine Monarch must have something magical, and he still practiced it day after day. What's more, as a chemical genius, he understands the importance of some basic elements better than anyone else.

Ye Ning's movements continued to accelerate, and the gap between the ups and downs was gradually invisible, and the internal force between the two fists flowed, driving the fallen leaves on the ground to fly continuously, and they were actually rotating rapidly around him in a circle. At this moment, if an outsider sees it, he will definitely not believe that what he is practicing will be an ordinary "Fuhu Fist".

The fallen leaves became denser and denser, forming a round golden ball around him, and the sound of whirring in the air was amazing. Ye Ning in the golden giant ball had a calm face, but he was secretly happy in his heart-Could it be that after more than a year of hard work, he was going to break through again today? He didn't dare to be discouraged, and with a light sigh, he added a little more internal strength. I saw that the golden ball was constantly compressed, until it finally shrunk to the size of a bowl and hovered between his hands.

He clenched his teeth, sweat dripping from his delicate face, and the green tendons in his hands were flareing up, and he was constantly trembling, as if he couldn't control this giant ball that he had spent time compressing.

The clock ticked.

Ye Ning's cheeks were flushed, and her slender eyelashes trembled slightly. Seeing the internal force in his body gushing out continuously, he couldn't control this golden ball that was powerful at a glance, if it exploded now, he would definitely die.

No, it can't be like this!

He burst into a roar, carefully moving the internal force between his hands, accumulating until his palms were swollen and almost deformed, and then he suddenly pushed the golden giant ball out.

Immediately after, he heard a loud bang, and then a wave of heat rolled in, and the sky was full of dust. It wasn't until half an hour later that he saw that a large hole had been blown open in the courtyard wall made of blue steel stone, and the incision was smooth.

"It worked!"

He screamed and jumped up, but he lost his strength and fell to the ground with a "pop". It turned out that the huge blow just now had exhausted all his internal strength!