Wei Yan, who had been waiting at the entrance of the valley, saw the You Beast running like the wind from afar and could not help but reveal two rows of white teeth.

He smiled!

With Youzun's several long roars through the air, a group of ten people came down from Youzun's back. [bsp;    "I've seen the third prince." Except for the ruthlessness, the nine people said respectfully with their fists and bowed their waists.

"It's okay. Why are there so many people coming all at once?" Wei Yan said with a smile on his eyes.

"Your father said you would choose yourself, and whoever you like will be your master." Wuqing took Wei Yan's little hand and walked forward

"Oh, that's right. Then my father is okay?" Wei Yan asked with his head raised.

"Okay, okay" returned ruthlessly.

As he said that, a few people came to the valley.

When he arrived at a spacious place, Wei Yan stopped and said with a smile: "What are you all the abilities?"

There were many different opinions from the nine people. Some said they were from the Huashan Sect, some said they were from the Shaolin Sect, and some said they were from the Kongtong Sect...

Only one person said nothing, he was standing on the far left, wearing a brown dress, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, giving people the feeling that he was standing in a group of chickens.

But the little Wei Yan didn't know these sects. He heard him turn his eyes and looked around.

After a long time, Wei Yan said, "Then you all show me your unique skills, let me see?"

At this time, a man came out of the nine people. He glanced around and saw a huge rock in the northeast, so he ran towards it.

The Biaohan tied his belt and shouted loudly, then gently lifted the big stone. The big stone was oval and had to be at least 700 kilograms. He saw him walking forward a few steps without any effort, and then gently placed the huge stone on the ground.

Wei Yan couldn't help but open his mouth wide when he was beaten by this Biao Han.

"This is not good, and I can't go into battle to kill the enemy. Besides, he doesn't like this Biao Han's appearance, as dark as carbon." Thinking of this, Wei Yan eliminated this man.

At this time, another one out of the eight people came out, and he saw his fingers like a basket, holding them from time to time, and after playing a trick, he turned his eyes to the big pine tree, and then jumped towards the tree like a magnet.

There was only a sizzling sound, and ten finger marks were left on the trunk.

Wei Yan looked down on him at the bark of a tree. What he wanted was the ability to kill the enemy. He would not know how to kill the tree, so he eliminated this person in his heart.

"Then you come." Wei Yan said, pointing to the man who had never spoken for a moment.

"Your Highness Three, you have nothing special to do." The man in brown clothes said with his body bent, and Wei Yan seemed to hear something from his tone.

"Then what can you teach me?" Wei Yan frowned and stared at the man and said.

"I can only teach Your Highness some basic martial arts." The man dressed in a brown man said calmly.

Wei Yan turned his eyes and glanced at the other eight people. Seeing that they were all not as beautiful as they were, either too dark or too fat. In addition, his previous reaction made a decision.

Then he said to Wuqing next to him: "I will choose him."

Everyone was surprised when they heard this and couldn't help but ask questions.

"How did the Third Highness know that he has the highest martial arts skills? He didn't use a single move." The eight people looked at each other, but never understood.

Only the man in brown clothes had a calm expression on his face. This man's surname was Cheng and his name was Qiong. He was of a special level warrior, and this man was very tricky in leading troops to fight. This was also why Wei Ying sent him here. At first, Wei Ying hesitated, but when he thought of Yan'er's dead mother, Ping'er, he couldn't help but make up his mind.

"Yan'er, why did you choose that person?" Wuqing took Wei Yan's little hand and walked forward.

"I conclude that this person is different from the other eight people." Wei Yan looked firm, and his tone of speaking was exactly the same as that of an adult.

"Oh, come and listen?" Wuqing's eyes flashed with excitement.

"When those people were applying to the sect, he didn't say a word. This is one of them. When the two of them performed their unique skills, he didn't blink, and there was a hint of disdain in his eyes. This is the second." Wei Yan analyzed reasonably and well-foundedly.

"Okay, OK" Wuqing laughed.

...

From this day on, there was a training workshop in Ruchun Valley, and this training workshop was chosen to be an open space next to the hot spring.

At this time, Wei Yan was standing in front of Cheng Qiong in plain clothes.

"Since you chose me, you have to listen to it in the future. Can this be done?" Cheng Qiong asked coldly.

"Can" Wei Yan returned excitedly.

"In the future, you will no longer be the Third Prince. If you want to remember my words, you must obey unconditionally, remember that they are unconditional." Cheng Qiong said expressionlessly.

"Remember." Wei Yan nodded and returned.

"Speak loudly, my teacher won't hear it." Cheng Qiong frowned and said.

"Yan'er remembered." Wei Yan tore his throat, like a bell.

Wei Yan nodded, and then said, "If you want to become a special warrior, you have to start with basic skills. The first thing is to practice horse stance." As he said that, Cheng Qiong demonstrated to Wei Yan and told him some key points: upright on the top of his head, look straight ahead with his eyes, straighten his waist, hold his fists around his waist, squat down horizontally, buckle his feet and toes, and the center of gravity is between his legs...

"Have you remembered it all?" Cheng Qiong asked sternly.

"Tell me."

"Okay, start now." Cheng Qiong ordered.

Wei Yan then started to do as Cheng Qiong. At some point, Cheng Qiong had an extra wooden stick in his hand.

Five minutes!

At this time, Wei Yan was sweating continuously, and his legs were trembling back and forth as if they were touched by electricity.

"Am I not able to do it? No, I want to prove it to my father. I want to let my father know that I can still go to war and help him like my brother." Thinking of this, a kind of inexplicable force rushed up deep in Wei Yan's heart.

Ten minutes!

For a beginner, it is no longer easy to persevere for ten minutes, but Cheng Qiong did not echo the scene before him. He knew that a person's potential must be fully tapped to develop good martial arts. He himself is a good example.

As the saying goes, a strict teacher produces a high disciple is what this is said.

"Straighten your waist and look ahead." Cheng Qiong pointed at Wei Yan's thin waist with a wooden stick and ordered.

Wei Yan's little face turned red and his teeth even bite him. At this moment, his eyes were empty, as if there were stars in the sky. This scene surprised him.

Twenty minutes passed, Wei Yan's legs were sore and numb, and his whole body began to tremble constantly. If it weren't for his powerful thoughts supporting him, he would have fallen down long ago. Whenever he reached the most critical moment, he always thought of his father and those expectant eyes.

After touching for about half an hour, Cheng Qiong looked at Wei Yan with sweat on his face and said in a deep voice: "Okay."

This sounded like an imperial edict, and then Wei Yan fell down like a pool of water. At this moment, his mind was full of his father's shadow.

It took him a long time to stand up slowly.

"Master." Wei Yan whispered.

Cheng Qiong nodded, and saw that he was not seriously injured, then said, "Let's start training the next one."

Wei Yan was shocked when he heard this. Cheng Qiong frowned and said angrily: "The most taboo thing about practicing martial arts is to be half-hearted. If you are afraid, it is still too late to regret it now."

"Yan'er knew she was wrong. Please forgive me, Master." Wei Yan begged.

Cheng Qiong didn't say anything, and then started doing push-ups.

Wei Yan was shocked when he saw it. One finger, one finger, supported such a heavy body, was simply incredible.

His eyes were almost glaring out, and Cheng Qiong raised his head and stared at Wei Yan and said, "The key to doing these push-ups is to have a waist, legs in a straight line; your butt cannot be raised. Of course, you are not yet at the level of being a teacher, so you have to start with the simplest." Then he gave Wei Yan a demonstration.

Cheng Qiong, who stood up, said with a stern face: "Now you come."

Wei Yan supported the ground with both hands and began to do what Cheng Qiong said.

The first and second strokes, Wei Yan felt that this was much better than the horse-striking stance just now.

"Press down your butt." Cheng Qiong pointed at Wei Yan with a wooden stick and shouted.

Gradually, Wei Yan's speed slowed down, and his arms seemed to be tied to a huge rock. His whole body was also extremely heavy at this time.

"Hurry up," Cheng Qiong shouted.

With this loud shout, Wei Yan's frequency increased again, as if there was a ruthless force in the dark.

But this only lasted for a while, then Wei Yan's speed slowed down again, and his father's figure appeared in his mind again. "You have to persevere, Wei Yan, Wei Yan, are you just admitting defeat so easily? Don't you want to prove that you can do it? Do you..." These thoughts flashed through Wei Yan's mind, and then his teeth sounded and accelerated.

At this time, Cheng Qiong also started to do it opposite Wei Yan.

"one"

"two"

“…”

Cheng Qiong pointed to the ground and kept accelerating. His eyes stared at Wei Yan's red face like a cone.

"Count with me," Cheng Qiong shouted loudly.

By this shock, Wei Yan trembled and lay on the ground.

"Get up, get up for me." Cheng Qiong ordered.

After enduring the severe pain, Wei Yan started to do it again.

"thirty"

"Thirty-one, count with me."

Wuqing, who was hiding aside in the distance, looked at all this, and his whole body was trembling.
Chapter completed!