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North Wind Foothills, Wu Yuan.

Wuyuan is built on the mountain, covering an area of hundreds of hectares, among which the high pavilion is carved and built, and there are many talents for the cultivation of the Great Qin. As the first compound of the empire, it is widely respected by the world, whether it is the children of the family or the poor people of the poor family, they are proud to worship the martial arts.

In the early morning, the largest martial arts arena in the outer garden was already hunting, and nearly a thousand teenagers and girls in gray shirts were refining their fists and feet.

In front of each disciple was a wooden stake the thickness of a thigh, and a group of disciples struck back and forth against the stake, sharpening their fists and feet, and banging ...... Boom...... The sound of fists and feet echoed in the sky above Wu Yuan.

Although the sky was bright, the thousands of disciples were in good spirits, and they rarely saw a state of exhaustion. Wuyuan, the place that the world yearns for, those who can enter here are all selected through layers of selection, as long as they can be recognized by Wuyuan, coming out of here, it is not a big deal to worship the king.

Ye Luo, one of the nearly 1,000 people, was born as a tenant, and it was precisely because of this that he cherished the opportunity in Wuyuan at a young age. He used all his strength with every punch, driving piles all year round, and his palms were covered with thick calluses, which did not look at all like what a seventeen-year-old boy should look like.

"Martial arts practitioners, first practice fists and legs, and then use weapons, from the inside out!"

This old man is called Lan Xu, and everyone in the world calls him Lan Lao, and the disciples of Wuyuan call him the chief teacher, and they have shown respect.

All the disciples stopped their fists and feet, and every morning was the time for the head of the sect to give lectures to urge the disciples.

The head sect has a cold expression, sparse gray hair, but it has its own majesty, and he is in the upper position all the year round, although he knows very little about the disciples of the outer garden, he can see his martial arts talent at a glance, in the past three years, there are few disciples who can get into his eyes, but as the head of the head of the sect, he still has to perform his duties.

"Within the martial garden, it is divided into two inner and outer gardens, the outer garden disciples temper their fists and feet, and the inner court disciples practice the blade. The refining body is divided into nine layers, the initial one to three layers to quench the fists and feet, temper the muscles and bones, and the strength is also greatly increased, this practice of the wooden stake is the most basic, but also the most suitable for laying the foundation of the kung fu, with the strength of the fists and feet to break the wooden stake can be recognized by the martial arts as the fourth layer of the refining body. The Chief Sect glanced at the group of disciples.

"The way of martial arts lies in diligence, even if you have talent, you can neglect your practice, waste your time, regret is too late, you understand!"

"Disciples, remember the good teachings of the chief teacher!" the disciples bowed.

"Okay, you are diligent, the old man also sees it, and the old man also knows that many disciples don't understand why the old man wants you to drive wooden stakes. Don't look at this wooden stake is simple, but the tempering of a real punch and a kick can make your strength increase exponentially, only your strength can have five hundred catties of strength, and your arms can easily open a heavy bow and full moon, so that you can practice the blade in order to have power, not to practice into a showman!"

"You're all watching!" the archmaster walked slowly down from the high platform and came to a stone tablet, breathing lightly.

All the disciples stared at him.

Suddenly, the old man snorted, stepped out, volleyed up, and the shadow of his legs that he couldn't see clearly was like a flash of electricity, only to hear a bang, and the whole stone tablet was kicked and smashed by him, the stone chips splashed, and after the dust dissipated, the gravel on the ground and the base of a stone tablet that fell to the ground crookedly.

Everyone took a big breath of cold, not to mention that this kick was on people, even the tiger in the mountain would be kicked to death. They are now even beating wooden stakes, and this cultivation can only be achieved by refining the sixth layer of the body.

The chief sect didn't even breathe, "As long as you can do this, at least you will be a general." ”

No one would have thought that the chief teacher of the outer garden would have such strength, "Don't be envious, the old man has also gone through hardships, and there has never been a shortcut to practicing martial arts, you understand!"

Everyone admired the old man more and more, only to hear that the head of the sect was extraordinary, and many of the generals of Great Qin were his disciples, and this status was by no means as simple as refining the sixth layer.

"You also know the rules of the outer garden, if you still can't break through the third layer of refining before the age of eighteen, then don't blame the old man for being ruthless, pack up your things as soon as possible and get out!" The chief sect's tone became sharp, although the disciples here are not talented, but there are some things he can't say, poor scholars, rich martial arts, many people understand this truth, but there are many people who don't understand.

At that time, how many of these disciples can enter the inner garden depends on their creation.

"Alright, you can continue to temper your fists and feet!" the old man waved his hand and said involuntarily.

Ye Luo lowered his head and looked at the wooden stake, he had been in the third layer of the refining body for more than two years, from the first time he drove the wooden stake, he needed to tie cotton wool to it, to he could hit the wooden stake with all his strength, it had been eleven years. I think that at the beginning, he was born as a tenant, and he was sent to Wuyuan when he was six years old, and he practiced hard for eight years before he barely reached the third layer of body refining.

He has been in Wuyuan for so many years, it is already early autumn, and he will be eighteen years old in half a year, if he can't break through the third layer of refining body, he will be expelled from Wuyuan, and he can only go home to farm.

"I'm not reconciled...... Don't ......" Ye Luo clenched his fists and hit the stake fiercely, every punch did his best, and the heavy punch also attracted the attention of the surrounding disciples.

Ye Luo has been lonely all these years and has few friends, but the age of the disciples of Wuyuan is written on the stake, which is used to remind the disciples to cherish time, so the disciples around him all know that Ye Luo's time is running out, and it is inevitable that the rabbit will die and the fox will be sad, in fact, there are already many seventeen-year-old disciples who are disheartened and left Wuyuan in advance, they may be right, knowing that it is not wise to do it.

A young man like Ye Luo was too much in Wuyuan, and some of the surrounding disciples also saw their own shadows from him, but they still had to grit their teeth and continue.

The sun rises in the east and slowly moves to the west. But Ye Luo still didn't stop, there weren't many people on the martial arts arena anymore, only a few were left.

At this time, on a wooden stake not far from Ye Luo, a slightly shorter boy walked up to Ye Luo, "Brother Ye, I'll go back first, you should rest early!" This young man and Ye Luo are fellow villagers, called Li Tieniu, three years younger than him, and they are also one of Ye Luo's few friends, but Tie Niu's family background is much better than Ye Luo, his hometown is a blacksmith, with his father, a body of tendon meat, and the family can provide Tie Niu with a lot of money, although Xiao Yeluo is two years old, but the cultivation has steadily surpassed Ye Luo for a large part, and the family is rich, Tie Niu is a man and righteous, many poor disciples are gathered around him, faintly a small leader.

Ye Luo nodded, "Da Niu, I'll practice for a while, you go back first!"

Tie Niu also knew Ye Luo's situation, otherwise, he might not be able to see Ye Luo, and he had a high chance of breaking through the third layer of body refining, so the two of them were really people from different worlds.

"Brother Ye, where can you go and have a drink at night!" Tie Niu patted Ye Luo on the shoulder.

"No, I still have to work tonight to earn money, my time is running out!" Ye Luo sighed.

"Brother Ye, I have three hundred copper coins here, you take it first!" Tie Niu took out a money bag, which was heavy, and handed it to Ye Luo.

"Da Niu, you take this back, I can't use it!" Ye Luo knew that Tie Niu had good intentions, but as a martial artist's dignity, he politely refused, "Brother Ye, you know, these copper coins are nothing to me, you take them first, and I will borrow yours, can't you! Besides, it's going to be Qixi Festival soon, you should also prepare something for Sister Mo!" Da Niu handed over the money bag again.

"I still can't ask for it!" Ye Luo shook his head, "Okay, Da Niu, after so many years, brother, you also know mine, you go back first, I'll practice for a while!"

Alas...... Tie Niu sighed, "Come to me when you have time!"

Watching Tie Niu walk away, Ye Luo looked in the direction of the inner garden, where there was a person he never forgot and was willing to work for.

Ye Luo began to drive wooden stakes again......