Modern Immortality: My Gain Takes Effect A Hundred Times

Zhao Changren took the exam to Zhao Wumian.

At ten o'clock, Zhao Changde woke up Zhao Wumian who was immersed in instilling Yupei on time.

"Mien'er, it's time to go."

Zhao Changde was fully dressed at this time, stood up and came to Zhao Wumian and said.

Zhao Wumian immediately stood up and stretched his muscles, making a clicking sound.

"Then Grandpa Six, let's set off."

Zhao Wumian followed Zhao Changde about thirty centimeters behind him and answered.

In this way, Zhao Changde and Zhao Wumian quickly passed through each house and came to a circular building with a large area and solemn and dignified color.

"You come here every year, so I won't introduce you. Come on, follow me in."

Zhao Changde waited for Zhao Wumian to come to the door together, and stepped in as soon as he opened his mouth.

Zhao Wumian nodded, and then followed Zhao Changde into the so-called patriarch's mansion.

The reason why Zhao Changde said that Zhao Wumian comes here every year is mainly because the atmosphere of the entire Zhao family is still relatively traditional.

Every year during the Chinese New Year, all the tribesmen gather together to celebrate the New Year lively.

The younger generation wants to pay New Year greetings to the older generation, and every year the leader is Zhao Wuji, with Zhao Wumian following behind.

Visit them one by one according to their status and seniority in the clan, from oldest to youngest.

Often the first person to visit is Zhao Wumian and Zhao Wuji's grandfather, the contemporary head of the Qinglong Zhao family, Zhao Changren.

As soon as he entered the mansion, Zhao Wumian saw a crowd of people standing shoulder to shoulder under the stage.

Zhao Wumian originally thought that there would only be a few of his grandfathers and at most a few uncles, but he did not expect that almost all the Zhao family members would come.

No wonder Zhao Wumian didn't see anyone when he followed Zhao Changde on the road.

On the podium half a floor high, Zhao Changren was leading Zhao Wumian's other six grandfathers to examine Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Changde patted Zhao Wumian on the shoulder, then stepped onto the podium in a few steps and stood behind Zhao Changren and the others.

During dinner this morning, Zhao Changde gave Zhao Wumian a breath.

It was said that Zhao Wumian would be asked to practice martial arts today, and then Zhao Changren would use Zhao Wumian's demonstrated strength.

Choose a child of the Zhao family who is of similar strength and conduct a practical exercise with Zhao Wumian.

Most likely it's just a process and it's done.

This is what Zhao Changde told Zhao Wumian.

However, Zhao Wumian is ready to show off, not for the recognition of everyone in the Zhao family. After all, he is the grandson of Zhao Changren and the younger brother of Zhao Wumi.

Naturally, no one will have any inappropriate thoughts about Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian just wanted to warm up and have a hearty competition.

"Mien'er, come to the martial arts field in front of the podium and show your tribe the results of your martial arts practice during this period."

Zhao Changren spoke slowly, but his voice was accurately transmitted to the ears of everyone present.

Zhao Wumian was secretly shocked when he saw this. His grandfather didn't know what his strength was. This was no different from transmitting a message into a secret.

Zhao Wumian responded with cupped fists.

"Yes, then Mian'er will be embarrassed."

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Wumian walked to the martial arts stage, stood up slowly, spread his legs, and slowly formed the Wen Sheng Quan letter frame.

The two young men in the audience who are a generation younger than Zhao Wumian, Zhao Qingqing and Zhao Qingli, are the two who were guarding the gate yesterday.

"I don't know how Uncle Mian's martial arts is going. I heard he only studied for less than half a month."

Zhao Qingqing whispered to Zhao Qingli.

"It's probably not as good as the two of us, but it won't take three years for Uncle Mian to keep up with us."

Zhao Qingli thought that he and Zhao Qingqing were both in the early stages of Anjin cultivation. In three years, Zhao Wumian should be able to keep up with the resources of Zhao and Kong.

The father of the two, Zhao Yanyong, saw that the two did not speak rudely to Zhao Wumian, so he did not interrupt the conversation between the two.

Zhao Yanyong knew a little more than his two sons.

With the existence of Pirate Spring and the resources of the Zhao family, no matter how ordinary the talent is, it is not a problem to be able to achieve a transformation.

The same cannot be said for his two children. Zhao Yanyong felt his peak Anjin strength.

Thinking that he must let his two sons hug his thighs.

Others in the Zhao family are optimistic, thinking that Zhao Wumian and Zhao Wuji, who share the same mother, are not much different in talent.

There are also those who are not optimistic and think that Zhao Wumian’s martial arts training time is too short.

But there is no obvious ridicule, after all, Zhao Wumian's identity is here.

Moreover, the stronger Zhao Wumian was, the better it would be for the Zhao family. Soon everyone was focused on watching Zhao Wumian's performance.

As Zhao Wumian moved his fists and feet, the air driven by his strength whirred, and the six-sided Hunyuan Body also secretly played a role.

It made Zhao Wumian's boxing look particularly fierce, and he was full of murderous intent when he struck.

Everyone in the audience watched Zhao Wumian's continuous practice, and they all had some preliminary judgments about Zhao Wumian's talent.

After Zhao Wumian finished practicing it normally, his anger sank into his Dantian, and he used the power of Hunyuan to activate Wen Sheng Fist.

Zhao Changren was originally going to let Zhao Wumian continue to practice again, because he saw the Hunyuan intention in Zhao Wumian and wanted to continue to see if he could prove his idea.

Zhao Wumian continued to practice by himself.

If Zhao Wumian's first Wen Sheng Quan was only an answer sheet submitted by an outstanding student, then now Zhao Wumian is an answer sheet submitted by a monster genius.

I saw Zhao Wumian performing Wen Sheng Fist, almost exactly the same movements, but it caused bursts of explosions, like thunder in the empty valley.

Bursts of explosions accompanied Zhao Wumian's drills, and everyone in the audience could hardly believe their ears.

"A thousand dollars can't buy a sound. Has he already reached the peak of Ming Jin in just half a month?"

There was a middle-aged man with white temples in the audience, his eyes were so wide that they almost bulged out, and he murmured in disbelief.

"How can I, who is at the peak of my power, make a sound like a mosquito's punch compared to Zhao Wumian's?"

A member of the Back Clan who was at the peak of his Ming Dynasty thought a little disappointed.

Zhao Qingqing and Zhao Qingli looked at each other and said in unison.

"Uncle Mian is so awesome, isn't he? Even Uncle Zhao Wuji, who made his ears tingle when he heard it, wasn't so rebellious, right?"

Zhao Yanyong, who was quite calm in the front, almost pulled out his beard when he heard his son's voice.

One person was slapped on the back of the head.

"Now that you know it, then work hard from now on and see if you can be a younger brother under your Uncle Mian."

Zhao Yanyong said with some hatred that iron cannot become steel.

Although all the clan elders on the podium were well-informed and did not reveal any flaws, none of them felt at ease in their hearts.

The eye contact revealed the same thought besides joy.

"My Zhao Wumian has the appearance of an emperor."