Chapter 1085

But Zhou Yi suddenly thought that today's Day was special. The whole family gathered in the wide martial arts arena. The crowd was crowded, but there was no noise. He wanted to go to experience, so he had to put it behind for the time being.

"The way of martial arts cultivation is not about talent or identity, but only about progress and diligence. If you practice hard, you will surpass me in a few years!" a calm voice came from the crowd. It sounded like a middle-aged man about 40 years old.

Zhou Yi bumped into the crowd. When he saw the figure of the middle-aged man, the whole person seemed to have experienced a fierce battle and gasped heavily.

He Haikuan, a middle-aged man, is a martial artist invited by the seventh Lord to teach boxing. It is said that he has four major accomplishments in martial arts. He works as the guard captain of the Dali Dynasty and is an official of the third grade.

He Haikuan has a strong physique and wears a black tight coat, but he can't hide his bulging muscles. At this time, he is looking at the people with a serious face.

Zhou Yi looked enviously at he Haikuan's strong figure, subconsciously looked at his thin body like a bamboo pole, secretly compared it with him, and brazenly straightened his chest.

It's just that he is too thin and weak. Even if he works hard to hold his chest, he doesn't have any sense of bulge

Zhou Yi looks ordinary, and the matching of facial features is only the standard of ordinary people, but he has a pair of narrow and long Danfeng eyes that are obviously different from others. When his black eyes roll, it seems that there is still a aura.

"The martial arts road is nine heavy, the first is to strengthen the tendon, the second is to forge the bone, the third is to open the dust, and the fourth is to pull out the mountain... If you reach the fourth heavy territory, your arms have the power of gold, and you can break through the rock with one blow at will!" he Haikuan looked at the people with some unbelieving eyes, and casually picked up the stone lock with hundreds of kilograms placed beside him.

"Open!" he Haikuan didn't worry about the surprised eyes of the people. He snorted and punched on the stone lock.

"Boom"

The stone lock weighing hundreds of kilograms was broken in he Haikuan's hand like rotten wood, and the stones immediately scattered everywhere. Everyone was shocked and looked at the scene, numb and speechless.

The boy's narrow Danfeng eyes showed a touch of brilliance. He stared at the scattered gravel on the ground, and his mind was full of longing.

A random blow can break hundreds of kilograms of iron cables. No one wants to have this absolute power, and no one is surprised by it. All the people in the palace were deeply shocked by this scene, and many maidens and servant girls showed their flower infatuation and looked at he Haikuan with peach blossoms in their eyes.

This is the reason for strength!

On the mainland, the strong are respected. Here, we ignore race and identity, and only care about strength.

With absolute strength, beauty and money are available. Even emperors and generals have to give way. All this is because of strength.

People in the mainland practice similar skills, but there are more powerful martial arts after this skill.

Martial arts are divided into four grades, and each grade is divided into upper, middle and lower grades.

In such a rich place of Dali Dynasty, only second-class martial arts exist. You can imagine how rare it is!

The pattern of the mainland has not changed for a hundred years. In the south, there is the Daxiang Prajna temple, in the north, there is the Binghai Liuli sect, and in the East and West, there are forces such as the Dali Dynasty.

However, in the central part of the mainland, various forces are entrenched and mixed up. It is the most chaotic but prosperous place in the mainland. It is extremely difficult to get a name in the central part of the mainland.

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"From now on, you must train in my way. If you can't stand it on the way of training, you can leave by yourself, but you should know what it means to leave!" he Haikuan's rough voice sounded, mixed with a trace of threat, which made the people in the Royal Palace feel awe.

Since the assassin almost assassinated the prince last time, the whole palace was terrified. The seventh Lord was angry, increased the guards of the palace several times, and invited he Haikuan to teach boxing. His purpose was to hope that similar things would not happen again.

Only when everyone has learned Kung Fu can the son's safety be guaranteed. From this aspect, we can see how much the seventh Lord loves his son.

"Half a year later, all those who have not entered the important martial arts will be expelled from the palace. The time is precious. Let's start now!" he Haikuan glanced at the crowd and looked at the weak young girls in front of him. His heart is also bottomless.

This is the first time he is responsible for training his servants. These people have never done heavy work. They are no better than the strong soldiers. It is really difficult to move into a heavy martial art within six months.

"Everyone lined up in four rows and ran fifty laps around the martial arts arena." when the order went on, all the people in the palace sighed like a deflated ball.

The martial arts arena of the royal residence is very wide. I don't know when to run after 50 laps. The servants are only responsible for some light casual work in the residence. They have never suffered such trouble.

But if they fail to meet the standard within half a year, they will be ruthlessly kicked out of the palace. They bite their teeth. Men and women are divided into four columns and begin to run quickly around the martial arts arena.

Zhou Yi's face is happy, as if he still has a strong desire for it. He looks firm when running, which is in obvious contrast to the reluctance of others.

Time passed quietly at the fingertips, and a long time passed in the twinkling of an eye. Although fifty laps were indeed difficult for them, almost everyone completed the task. They sat on the ground with a tired face and limp.

But around the martial arts field, there was another man running hard. His whole body was soaked with sweat and looked painful. When he took steps, he seemed to have used all his strength.

"Hehe, the boy is still the same. He's tired after running for more than ten laps. He's really recognized as a waste!"

"If his body hadn't been like this, I really doubt that he was the murderer of the prince. After all, he had been the prince for a few days!"

"The prince had a son in his middle age. His adopted son fell out of favor and harbored resentment. He wanted to assassinate the prince instead, but he could not beat a woman with such a weak body. He dared to assassinate his highness?"

Hearing these words, the young man who was still running in the martial arts arena was not angry, but surprisingly responded with a strange smile to those who talked about it.

It seems that these words did not humiliate him, but they were naked humiliated by Zhou Yi.

It means nothing more than, I think, I like, I like, what can you do with me?

He Haikuan looked at Zhou Yi, who was struggling to run, with a slight appreciation in his eyes. He knew that Zhou Yi had some physical problems, but he was surprised that he could insist on doing so.

A warrior does not have to rely on force. What he needs is the spirit of persistence and non giving up like Zhou Yi, although

Zhou Yi's weak physique can't cover up his strong heart.

"Brother Zhou Yi, I'll accompany you!" suddenly, a clear voice like a silver bell came from one side. It seemed to be the sound of nature, which could disturb people's mind.

They were slightly stunned, turned and looked at the sound source, and then they were replaced by strong jealousy.

The source of the sound was a young girl. She had a melon seed face, long and picturesque eyebrows, a small mouth under the bridge of her petite nose, thin lips, and her whole face was delicate and beautiful, without the slightest smell of human fireworks.

Her petite face showed a smile, which seemed to be overwhelming. All the men present were immersed in it and couldn't extricate themselves.

The girl was about 17 or 18 years old. At this time, she was wearing a long light green dress and was walking slowly towards Zhou Yi with light steps.

The thin Zhou Yi didn't turn around to know who would have such a moving voice. He didn't stop and still ran hard.

"Brother Zhou Yi, wait for me!" the girl followed Zhou Yi closely, but Zhou Yi, who had no strength to run, seemed to be beaten with chicken blood, and the speed increased greatly, so the girl couldn't catch up.

"How can he be worthy of the princess as a weak waste? I'm many times better than him!"

"Alas, how could your highness like him? Just this soft guy, just like a woman!"

The male servant's eyes showed a burning fire of jealousy and wanted to burn Zhou Yi to ashes.

The girl following Zhou Yi is the only daughter of the seventh Lord, Yi Xiaocha.

Her appearance is so beautiful that almost no one in this Dali Dynasty can compare with her. Of course, it has attracted many sons of princes and generals to pursue it.

Unfortunately, Yi Xiaocha never accepted anyone's confession. Instead, she locked her mate selection goal on this thin Zhou Yi, which surprised many people. I don't know why

"Brother Zhou Yi, you wait for me. Why do you always hide from me?" the silver bell like voice of Xiaocha kept ringing behind Zhou Yi, making the teenager feel a little flustered. He gradually slowed down until he was shoulder to shoulder with Xiaocha.

"Your Highness, I'm still training. Can you wait until I finish training!" Zhou Yi gasped and glanced at Yi Xiaocha.

Xiaocha's figure is perfect, and her loose clothes can't cover her strong upper body. She keeps shaking with running, which makes the teenager's face hot and dry.

Although Xiaocha is a woman, her physique is not the same. Her cultivation has become the dual of martial arts. She can't breathe after running for a few laps.

This is in stark contrast to Zhou Yi's weak physique.

"Brother Zhou Yi, don't lose heart. One day you will let them see your different side!" Xiaocha gave Zhou Yi a call.

"Maybe." Zhou Yi's eyes are dim when he hears the speech. His poor physical condition has been maintained for nearly ten years. It is estimated that he will be like this all his life.

That kind of thing like a dream is too far away from him, even he never thought about it.

Perhaps it was walking with beautiful women, and the teenager didn't feel too hard until half an hour later, the fifty laps finally ended.

Lying limply on the ground, Zhou Yi's face turned a little white. The whole person was like a pool of mud, and he had little strength to speak.

"Brother Zhou Yi, this noon..."

This silver bell like voice once again aroused countless envy.