Martial Inverse

"Hey! Ha! Hey! Ha!"

On the Feng family's martial arts field, young and tender figures were leaping there, playing a set of basic boxing techniques. In their mouths kept shouting, the scene was very lively, a scene of hot martial arts.

In the Tianwu Continent, the whole people are enthusiastic about martial arts, and martial arts are respected and passed down from generation to generation. This has deeply penetrated into people's souls, and the Feng family who established their family by martial arts will naturally not be excluded.

"Work hard, haven't you eaten yet?"

A rough-looking middle-aged man with twinkling eyes, a serious face, and scolding from time to time.

The middle-aged man named Feng Ren, whose strength has reached the realm of a martial artist, is one of the pillars of the Feng family, and is also very famous in this Magnolia City.

And he is also the elder that these children are most afraid of. Under his scolding, these children have increased the strength of their hands.

Looking at this scene, Feng Ren's mouth also showed some imperceptible smiles. Obviously, he was very satisfied with the performance of these children.

"Hey! Ha!..."

This is a twelve-year-old boy with a handsome face. Although he is still young, his small face is full of seriousness. His long hair is tied behind his head. With all his strength, his clothes were already soaked through. He had been in this state for three hours, but he still did not relax in the slightest.

It is Feng Hao!

"Ha! Hey!..."

With one punch and one kick, Feng Hao did it extremely well, and every time he swung it, he could make a slight sound of wind.

He is a third-level middle-level martial artist, and what he does is nothing more than forging.

In the process of cultivation, forging the body is the first. Only by quenching one's body like a rock, can one use martial arts to cultivate Qi and cultivate 'Wu Yuan', and only after cultivating 'Wu Yuan' can it be considered real Musha.

"Morning practice is over!"

Looking up at the blazing sun above the sky, Feng Ren stood up and shouted loudly.

"Ouch! I'm exhausted."

"Huh...huh..."

The children fell to the ground one by one, complaining and panting, but when they saw Fengren's dark face, their voices gradually weakened.

They are only about ten years old, and they practice two hours early every day, which has exhausted all their strength.

"Hoo! Ha!"

In the entire martial arts field, Feng Hao was the only one who was still insisting. His feet had already shed a pool of sweat, and every time he waved his arms, countless drops of sweat were shed.

Feng Ren glanced at him, didn't say anything, took tiger steps and left the martial arts field.

"Humph! Pretend!"

A little boy with a tiger's head and a big head gave Feng Hao a look, and hummed a little angrily, "If I had the elixir to recuperate, I would definitely be a fourth-level martial artist!"

He is the grandson of the second elder of the Feng family. His name is Feng Lei. He was the same year as Feng Hao. At this time, he has also reached the third-level martial artist. Although he is only a beginner, on the surface, Feng Lei's talent , is indeed above Feng Hao, so he is extremely dissatisfied with Feng Hao.

There is not only one person who has the same idea as Feng Lei, and even the children of the second-level martial artist also have the same emotion.

Because of this emotion, Feng Hao was basically isolated among the younger generation of the Feng family, and, in front of Feng Hao, he sneered at him.

Strength is everything, without strength, you will not be recognized and respected by others, and your performance is mediocre, and obviously you cannot convince the public.

"Hoo! Ha!..."

For these angry voices, Feng Hao was still swaying his fists and feet as if he hadn't heard them.

Because, since he was sensible, these voices have grown up with him, but he has no way to explain the statement that the elixir did not work at all.

In the blazing sun, Feng Hao, who had exhausted his strength, stopped his fists, because if he persisted, he would not get much improvement. On the contrary, it would cause damage to his own muscles, which would be more than the loss.

This is also his experience summed up.

"Huh...huh..."

After calming down a little, he did not join the other children's duel practice or play, and dragged his tired body towards a courtyard.

"Yo! Are our geniuses tired?"

Feng Lei and three children blocked Feng Hao's way, and the expressions on several people's faces were full of jokes.

"It started again."

"Oh! Deserving it!"

"Mediocre talents are mediocre talents, but they take up the best resources!"

The children on the martial arts field were talking and pointing, but no one stepped forward to persuade them to say anything. Instead, they all looked like they were watching a play.

Feng Hao frowned, turned sideways, and walked forward.

"Yo? Our genius is still putting on airs? Haha..."

Feng Lei followed suit and continued to stand in front of him, looking at him with a smile on his face.

The four of them, all third-level martial disciples, are not afraid of Feng Hao at all. On the contrary, every time they fight, Feng Hao will always suffer. It is difficult for a good player to defeat the four punches. Besides, Feng Hao is only a small rank higher than them. That's it, the difference isn't that big.

"Step aside!"

Feng Hao looked at him coldly and said in a hoarse voice.

"What? If you don't let me, do you want to teach me a lesson again today?"

Feng Lei stared, took a step forward, and approached Feng Hao.

"boom!"

What greeted him was Feng Hao's fist, so the once-daily event was staged again on this martial arts field.

As a result, it naturally ended with Feng Hao being beaten up.

...

"Hao'er is back."

Just after entering the courtyard, a beautiful woman greeted him. Seeing Feng Hao, who was sweaty and tired, her eyes were full of distress.

She is Feng Hao's mother, Qiong Su, and a descendant of the Feng family in another town.

"Don't try so hard next time."

Qiong Su took out a white handkerchief, and wiped the sweat from Feng Hao's face, "You kid, you are always so stubborn, what if there is another problem?"

It can be seen that when Feng Hao was trying his best to forge his body, many of his muscles were torn due to excess.

"Mother, I know!"

Only when facing his mother did Feng Hao's pupils reveal a trace of tenderness.

In his mind, his mother is the person who loves him the most in the world, so he will do it unconditionally according to Qiongsu's opinion.

"You!"

Qiong Su squeezed his little face gently, "Okay, go take a shower first, then come to the hall for dinner."

"Um!"

In response, Feng Hao walked towards a side room.

With a grin, he took off his shirt. He also had dozens of black spots on his body, both new and old. He was basically used to this kind of pain.

"Crash!..."

The cold water washed away the heat and sweat, and Feng Hao put on a set of clean clothes that Qiong Su had prepared for a long time before coming to the hall.

In the hall, there is a square mahogany table, and there are five or six dishes on the table.

A middle-aged man with a grim face was eating, and Qiongsu served him soup.

He is Feng Chen, the current head of the Feng family.

Seeing Feng Hao come in, Qiong Su put down the spoon in her hand and beckoned Feng Hao to sit down.

"Father!"

Feng Hao respectfully called towards Feng Chen.

"Um!"

Feng Chen responded calmly and didn't say much. The family of three finished their lunch in this silent atmosphere.

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