Unknowingly, it has arrived in the fifty-first year of Emperor Qingfu’s reign. On this day, the sky is clear and the clouds are clear.【】

Autumn in Yecheng seems to have come very early, and the leaves are falling bleakly. The century-old ginkgo tree in the inner courtyard of Yefu in the east of the city is becoming more and more lush, and its countless leaves seem to be coated with gold. At this time, the sky is still early, and the small leaves

Ning stood under the ginkgo tree early in the morning. His hair was simply tied up, and he wore a moon-white short shirt. He was boxing steadily, and he already looked a bit suave. His movements were not fast, but they were very charming.

The sense of rhythm, falling together, closing and releasing, seems to be traceable. It is a set of "Fuhu Fist" that is widely circulated in the world.

After the little bird finally grew up, Ye Ning's interest completely shifted to martial arts. He had long understood that Qingluo Continent was a world of jungle, where everyone advocated violence and pursued power. The Ye family was no exception, almost all men

Everyone must practice martial arts. "Fuhu Fist" is an introductory boxing method for young children, which is practical and easy to learn. However, it is very rare for people like Ye Ning to still practice "Fuhu Fist" at the age of sixteen. Ye Ning's father advised

He practiced the more advanced martial arts in his family, but he didn't take it seriously. He thought that the "Fuhu Fist" passed down by Lord Fuhu must be magical, so he still practiced it day after day. What's more, as a chemical genius

He understands the importance of some basic elements better than anyone else.

Ye Ning's movements continued to speed up, and there was gradually no gap between the ups and downs. The internal force flowed between his fists, causing the fallen leaves on the ground to fly continuously, actually spinning in a circle around him. At this moment, if anyone saw it,

He would definitely not believe that what he practiced would be the ordinary "Fuhu Fist".

The fallen leaves were getting denser and denser, forming a round golden ball around him. There was a whistling sound in the air, which was astonishing. Ye Ning's face inside the golden ball was calm, but he was secretly happy in his heart - could it be that after more than a year of hard work,

, is there another breakthrough today? He didn't dare to be discouraged, he let out a light voice, and added a little more internal strength. He saw that the golden giant ball was continuously being compressed, until it finally shrank to the size of a bowl, hovering between his hands.

He clenched his teeth, sweat dripping from his delicate face, and veins popped up in his hands, which were shaking constantly. He seemed unable to control the giant ball that he had spent a cup of tea to successfully compress.

Time flies by in seconds.

Ye Ning's cheeks were red, and her slender eyelashes were trembling slightly. Seeing the internal energy in his body gurgling out continuously, he couldn't control this golden ball that looked so powerful at first glance. If it exploded now, he would definitely escape death.

No, it can’t be like this!

He shouted loudly, carefully moving the internal force between his hands, accumulating it until his palms were so swollen that they were almost deformed, and then he suddenly pushed out the giant golden ball.

Immediately afterwards, he only heard a loud noise, and then there was a heavy heat wave rolling in, and dust was flying all over the sky. It was not until a long time later that he saw a big hole opened in the courtyard wall made of green steel rock.

, the cut is smooth.

"Success!"
Chapter completed!