"Hey! Ha! Hey! Ha!"

On the Feng family's martial arts training ground, young figures were jumping around, practicing a set of basic boxing techniques. The scorching sun was rising high in the sky. All of these children were sweating profusely, but no one complained about being tired.

They kept shouting and shouting, and the scene was very lively and full of enthusiasm.

In the Tianwu Continent, all the people are enthusiastic about martial arts and respect martial arts, which has been passed down from generation to generation. This has penetrated into people's souls, and the Feng family, which founded its family on martial arts, is naturally not an exception.

"Try harder, haven't you eaten?"

A middle-aged man with a rough appearance, a pair of shining eyes, a serious face, and scolding sounds from time to time.

The middle-aged man's name is Feng Ren. His strength has reached the level of a martial artist. He is one of the pillars of the Feng family. He is also very famous in Magnolia City.

And he was also the elder that these children feared the most. Under his scolding, these children increased their strength on their hands.

Looking at this scene, Feng Ren's lips also revealed 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. Every time he exerts his energy, he does his best.

With all his strength, the clothes on his body were already soaked. He had been in this state for three hours, but he still did not relax at all.

It’s Feng Hao!

"Ha! Hey!..."

Feng Hao performed every punch and kick to an extremely standard level, and every time he swung, he could make a slight wind sound.

He is a third-level intermediate warrior, and all he does is train his body.

During the journey of cultivation, physical training is the first priority. Only by tempering one's body like a rock can one use martial arts to practice Qi and cultivate the 'Martial Element'. Only after cultivating the 'Martial Element' can it be considered true.

Musha.

"Practice ends early!"

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

"Ouch! I'm so exhausted."

"Huh...huh..."

The children collapsed to the ground one by one, whining and gasping could be heard everywhere, but when they saw Feng Ren's somewhat dark face, their voices gradually faded away.

They are only about ten years old, and they practice for two hours every morning, which is already exhausting all their energy.

"Huh! Ha!"

In the entire martial arts field, Feng Hao was the only one who still persisted. A pool of sweat was already flowing down his feet, and countless drops of sweat were shed every time he waved his arms.

Feng Ren glanced at it, said nothing, and left the martial arts field with tiger steps.

"Hmph! Pretending!"

A little boy with a tiger-like head gave Feng Hao a look, and hummed angrily, "If I had the elixir to nurse me back to health, I would definitely be a fourth-level martial arts disciple!"

He is the direct grandson of the second elder of the Feng family, named Feng Lei. He is the same age as Feng Hao. At this time, he has also reached the third level of martial arts. Although it is only the elementary level, on the surface, Feng Lei's talent

, is indeed superior to Feng Hao, so he is extremely dissatisfied with Feng Hao.

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

Because of this emotion, Feng Hao was basically isolated among the younger members of the Feng family, and he even ridiculed Feng Hao in front of him.

Strength is everything. Without strength, you will not be recognized and respected by others. If your qualifications are mediocre, you will obviously not be able to convince the public.

"Huh! Ha!..."

In response to these angry voices, Feng Hao acted as if he didn't hear them and was still waving his fists.

Because these voices had grown up with him since he was sensible, but he had no way to explain why the elixir didn't work at all.

In the scorching sun, Feng Hao, who had exhausted all his strength, stopped punching and kicking, because if he persisted, he would not get any improvement. On the contrary, it would cause damage to his own muscles, which would be more detrimental than gain.

This is also the experience he summed up.

"Huh...huh..."

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

"Hey! Are our geniuses tired?"

Feng Lei and three children blocked Feng Hao's path, and the expressions on their faces were full of joking.

"It starts again."

"Ha! You deserve it!"

"A mediocre person is a mediocre person who takes up the best resources!"

The children in the martial arts field were pointing and talking, but no one came forward to persuade them. Instead, they all looked like they were watching a show.

Feng Hao frowned, turned sideways, and walked forward.

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

Feng Lei also took a step forward and continued to block in front of him, looking at him with a smile on his face.

The four of them are all third-level martial arts disciples. They are not afraid of Feng Hao at all. On the contrary, every time they fight, Feng Hao will always suffer the loss. It is difficult for a good hand to beat the four punches. Besides, Feng Hao is only a small level higher than them.

That's it, the difference is not very big.

"Step aside!"

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

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

Feng Lei's eyes widened and he took a step forward, approaching Feng Hao.

"boom!"

What greeted him was Feng Hao's fist, and then, a daily incident happened again on this martial arts ground.

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

...

"Hao'er is back."

As soon as he entered the courtyard, a beautiful woman came out to greet him. When she saw Feng Hao, who was covered in sweat and with a tired face, her eyes were full of distress.

She is Feng Hao's mother, Qiong Su, who is also a member of a family similar to the Feng family in another town.

"Don't work so hard next time."

Qiong Su took out a white handkerchief and carefully wiped the sweat on Feng Hao's face, "You kid, you are always so stubborn. What will you do if something happens again?"

It can be seen that when Feng Hao worked hard to exercise, many of his muscles were torn due to excessive exertion.

"Mom, I know!"

Only when facing his mother, did Feng Hao's pupils show any trace of warmth.

In his mind, his mother is the person who loves him the most in the world, so he will act on Qiong Su's opinions unconditionally.

"You!"

Qiong Su gently pinched his little face and said, "Okay, let's take a shower first, and then come to the hall to eat."

"Um!"

After responding, Feng Hao walked towards a side room.

He grinned and took off his clothes. There were dozens of bruises on his body, including old and new injuries. He was basically used to this kind of pain.

"Crash!..."

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

In the hall, there is a square mahogany table with five or six dishes placed on it. The aroma is so fragrant that you can smell it from a distance.

A middle-aged man with a stern face was eating, and Qiong Su was serving 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 asked Feng Hao to sit down.

"Father!"

Feng Hao respectfully shouted to Feng Chen.

"Um!"
Chapter completed!