Ye Jing stood up from the ground in a little embarrassed manner, staggering, but at least he stood up. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, staring at the person in front of him quietly, without any reluctance or retreating due to injuries. It can be said that he is calm in the face of danger, or he is not surprised when dealing with things.

In the huge martial arts hall, there were dozens of children wearing black kung fu costumes sitting on both sides, all of which were boys. The youngest of them was only five years old, and the oldest was only fifteen years old. However, if we met a ten-year-old age difference, the result would be self-evident. Ye Jing was not the youngest here, but it was almost the same. The person standing in front of him was about ten years old and half a body taller than Ye Jing.

Wearing a black kung fu outfit, his breathing was rapid and heavy, but Ye Jing still did not waver or retreat. His dark eyes were steady and unwilling to accept his age.

Compared to Ye Jing, his opponent is obviously not much better. He looks even more embarrassed than Ye Jing, and his eyes are filled with anger.

Everyone present held their breath and watched the duel at the two extremes, except for the only man standing in the middle with tall and strong figures and the same black kung fu costumes crossed his hands on his chest. The man seemed to be in his thirties, but he did not even impress his strong spirit. His exposed arms and tight and strong muscles all showed his strength. His eyes, like an eagle, were tightly locked on Ye Jing, who was a small person in the competition field, and the curve of the slightest rise of the corners of his lips did not hide his appreciation for Ye Jing.

Slowly, although his breathing was still very rapid, it was obviously a little stable compared to before. Ye Jing put on a posture again to prepare for the next round of attack.

Seeing this, the other party left and took a stance. Unlike Ye Jing's aggressive posture, he subconsciously chose to defend. In response, the man showed a faint sarcasm.

Ye Jing's attack had no signs, and suddenly rushed towards the opponent, using all his explosive power to increase the speed to the extreme. So when the opponent reacted, Ye Jing had already rushed to him. After a moment of hesitation, he was tripped by Ye Jing. What he could do was to prevent himself from falling so ugly. But when he just fell to the ground, he was hit hard in his abdomen. The severe pain made him feel suffocated for a moment.

However, before the other party could hold his stomach and cry out in pain, Ye Jing's fist had already stopped in his face. The extremely close distance made people feel unsuspecting to put down a piece of paper. Suddenly, a gasp sound broke out in the field.

When life is threatened, how can people feel pain?

"At the end of this, I announce that Ye Jing wins." The man announced.

Sweat dripped from Ye Jing's forehead across his face and dripped from his chin on the floor. He gasped for a while and then his breathing was slightly stable. Only after Ye Jing took back his hands and posture.

Yin Ziye, who was standing beside him, was stunned and had not come back to his senses until now.

"That sweep and elbow strike were both beautiful." The middle-aged man admired Ye Jing so much.

Ye Jing glanced at the man, without any emotion in his eyes, turned around and walked towards his position.

The man twitched his lips, obviously he couldn't react to Ye Jing's obvious neglect, but he was an adult at least and soon recovered. He glanced at the people on the ground and felt that there was nothing serious before he said to others: "Now I announce that from today on, no one will challenge and win, Ye Jing will be the eldest disciple in our museum. In addition, from today on, I will accept Ye Jing as a closed disciple. If there is any inconsistency, can I raise the challenge the same as above. Do you understand?"

"I understand." The sound of different volumes sounded throughout the martial arts hall.

"Which Wei Qing's punishment as a loser, all training will be doubled in the next month and twice as much as the basic training. Can you be dissatisfied?" After saying that, the man turned to the big boy lying on the ground and solicited the other party's opinions.

The big boy, Wei Qing, was about to answer, but he couldn't stop talking. His posture seemed to cough out his lungs, which made the people watching the side feel heartbroken. Ye Jing, who subconsciously looked at the perpetrator, had dodging, admiration, and admiration in his eyes.

After Wei Qing finally recovered, he squeezed out a word from his mouth: "Pretty——",

After receiving Wei Qing's answer, the man nodded and said he knew, and turned to everyone again: "Then, in the defeated resurrection match a week later, I specifically allow anyone to sign up for it. If the conditions are not limited, the winner will be promoted to the superior disciple." Suddenly, the tone changed: "But those who lose will have all the punishment twice as much as the original one."

As soon as these words were said, a wave of turmoil was suddenly caused, some were excited, some were frustrated, and some were retreating.

Ye Jing, who was not involved in it, was completely unrelated to himself and just took his towel to wipe his sweat. The white towel was always so bright with a little red stain on it. Ye Jing looked at the red, but just frowned, and then wiped his lips that had been hurt in the competition with the towel. It was not that he felt so painful, nor that he was dissatisfied because of the injury. He only knew that if Ye Lei saw it, he would feel distressed. If he thought so, he could be said to be dissatisfied.

"Why are you so powerful?" Yin Ziye next to him came to his senses at this time and immediately rushed over to ask, completely forgetting how much he hated Ye Jing.

Ye Jing continued to wipe his sweat off his deaf ears. His body was so sticky that it made him feel uncomfortable, but he was already used to it.

"Tell me quickly, why can you tell me that arrogant guy? And you practiced later than me, why is it so powerful?" Yin Ziye was not discouraged at all and continued to stick to the dog skin cream.

Ye Jing finally reacted, frowned, and then stood decisively to the side. He didn't like to get too close to people. Of course, the competition was another matter.

By the way, Ye Jing entered a martial arts museum like Yin Ziye. The martial arts coach is the successor of authentic Chinese martial arts kung fu and has won championships in many international competitions, which shows his strength.

Yin Ziye has been joining this martial arts museum for two years, because the minimum age limit requirement for this martial arts museum is five years old. Although Yin Ziye's progress has also improved by leaps and bounds and is the best in the museum, he has been hovering in the same ranking.

Ye Jing has only been one month since he joined the martial arts museum, but in this month he has challenged the single-digit rankings one by one, and has successfully defeated all the top rankings one by one today. This martial arts museum is different from ordinary martial arts museums, and its ranking is even less like the old one. As long as he has the strength, the higher his strength, the higher his ranking, and has nothing to do with age.
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