The Dagan Dynasty, Qingyuanzhou, Qinghe Prefecture, Luoxia City.

On the martial arts field of Lieyang Martial Arts Academy, one of the three major martial arts academies in Luoxia City, hundreds of disciples wearing blue-gray martial arts uniforms are conducting daily morning exercises.

What he practices is the famous martial arts of Lieyang Martial Arts Academy, Yanyang Palm.

Yanyang Palm is divided into seven layers and forty-nine stances, which is a top-grade exercise.

Among the disciples, several were wearing blue-purple robes, which were particularly conspicuous like cranes standing out on the head of a chicken.

The Yanyang Palm was used in their hands, and each move was like a flowing cloud and water, natural and sharp.

This is a disciple of the inner courtyard of Lieyang Martial Arts Academy.

"Senior Brother Meng He, I have made a breakthrough recently. I want to ask you for advice, please give me some advice." A light shout suddenly came from the martial arts field.

A tall and thin boy of fifteen or sixteen years slowly walked towards a disciple in a blue-purple robe.

The disciples were disturbed by this sound and looked at them one after another.

"Zhao Zhenxuan, it's him, he wants to challenge Senior Brother Meng He again."

"Zhao Zhenxuan didn't challenge Senior Brother Meng He a month ago, but unfortunately he was defeated by one move."

"I wonder if Zhao Zhenxuan can successfully challenge this time and become a new disciple of the inner courtyard."

Many disciples in the martial arts arena stopped practicing and started to discuss.

The martial style of Lieyang Martial Arts Academy is free, and private internal fighting is prohibited, but competition among disciples is encouraged.

The Lieyang Martial Arts Academy has always had only ten disciples in the inner courtyard. The condition for becoming a disciple of the inner courtyard is the ten strongest people in the Martial Arts Academy.

As long as you defeat any disciple of the inner courtyard in the competition, you can replace it as a new disciple of the inner courtyard.

The disciples of the inner courtyard are the key martial artists trained by the Martial Arts Academy. Compared with other ordinary disciples, they can obtain more cultivation resources from the Martial Arts Academy.

The Lieyang Martial Arts Academy and other martial arts academies of the Dagan Dynasty were originally martial arts academies established to cultivate common people's children. The warriors who entered it to practice were all children of ordinary families who had no cultivation resources.

In comparison, the children of wealthy families of aristocratic families either have unique skills or join various famous sects to practice.

Zhao Zhenxuan is a martial arts genius of the generation of Lieyang Martial Arts Academy. Although he is not one of the top ten disciples of the inner courtyard, he is no less famous in the Lieyang Martial Arts Academy than the disciples of the inner courtyard.

"Junior Brother Zhao Zhenxuan, you want to challenge me again." Meng He looked at Zhao Zhenxuan who was walking towards him.

Meng He is a tall young man of eighteen or nineteen years old. He has been a disciple of the inner courtyard for half a year.

"It seems that you must have made a lot of progress during this period. I wonder which level your Yanyang Palm has reached." Zhao Zhenxuan said with a frown.

Zhao Zhenxuan is fifteen years old this year and is nine years old and is selected to enter the Lieyang Martial Arts Academy to practice. He has only been six years old, but he is already a fourth-level warrior in the acquired world.

The acquired warriors are divided into nine levels and three levels. There are tens of thousands of warriors in the Dagan Dynasty. Ninety-nine percent can only be located in the first three levels and nine levels. The fourth level is a watershed, located in the eighth level, which is an achievement that many warriors cannot achieve in their entire lives. In the secular world, the fourth level of warriors are enough to achieve success and fame and clothing without worries.

The disciples of the inner courtyard of Lieyang Martial Arts Academy are also in this state.

Zhao Zhenxuan practiced to the fourth level of acquired nature at the age of fifteen and was a true martial arts genius.

Facing Zhao Zhenxuan, who is a few years younger than him, Meng He dared not underestimate him. With Zhao Zhenxuan's talent, his future achievements are even above many disciples in the inner courtyard.

Zhao Zhenxuan challenged him a month ago, and Meng He only had one move at that time.

Although Meng He has made great progress during this period, he has not made any major breakthroughs. If Zhao Zhenxuan makes further progress, it is hard to say what the outcome will be.

However, as one of the disciples of the inner courtyard, after being selected to enter the Lieyang Martial Arts Academy, and then stood out from hundreds of disciples of the Lieyang Martial Arts Academy. Meng He's martial arts talent is not weak either.

He has been practicing in the Lieyang Martial Arts Academy for ten years, and the Yanyang Palm has reached the fourth level, and all the twenty-eight styles have been completed.

"You will know after comparing it, Senior Brother Menghe, you'll take the call." Zhao Zhenxuan came to Menghe several meters before stopping, raised his hands, stretched out his palms, and swung it gently, immediately making a sound of bone friction.

"The muscles and bones are ringing together." A disciple immediately made a voice with a hint of envy.

The sound of muscles and bones is a manifestation of reaching the fourth level of acquired muscle training. For many disciples who are still in the second and third levels of acquired, becoming a fourth level of acquired warrior is the dream of many of them.

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Zhenxuan had already stepped forward, swung his palm, and a hot red light flashed in his palm.

His speed was extremely fast, and he appeared in front of Meng He in a flash, and his palm was struck at Meng He with an indomitable aura.

This is the sixteenth style of the third level of Yanyang Palm. Long rainbow hanging in the sky.

Zhao Zhenxuan is not dragging on the ground, and he is a powerful move.

Meng He narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his palm gently, and a skeleton roared straight towards Zhao Zhenxuan. There was a sensation of aura in his palm.

The eighteen poses of Yanyang Palm Pine in the wind.

Bang.

Zhao Zhenxuan and Meng He collided with each other, making a loud noise, and the power from his palms made both of them shook lightly. At the junction of their palms, a red light flashed, making a hissing sound, as if something was burning.

As its name suggests, the Yanyang Palm can cultivate a burning force. When an ordinary warrior is hit, his body will be burned immediately. When he reaches the seventh level of the highest level, he can burn his internal organs and die with one move.

The two of them immediately parted, their toes landed, and Zhao Zhenxuan took the lead in the palm of his hand. He was as fast as the wind, and his palms fluttered. Several styles of Yanyang Palm were used one after another.

Meng He was not showing weakness, and he waved his palms and swung them, cleaning up a ripples. He took down all Zhao Zhenxuan's offensives when he saw a move.

"Papapapapapapapapapapapapa." There were a series of palm collisions sounded around. The hot force made the air around him boil, and sweat was faintly emerging from Zhao Zhenxuan and Meng He's foreheads.

"Zhao Zhenxuan has indeed made progress again. He actually fought against Senior Brother Meng to a evenly match." Someone who was watching outside called out.

"Yes, judging from this move, Zhao Zhenxuan's power is much stronger than a month ago." One person continued.

On the other side, there are several disciples in the inner courtyard.

"Zhao Zhenxuan is worthy of being a famous genius in our martial arts academy. He has a very high talent and has made so much progress in just a short period of time. His third level of Yanyang Palm should be cultivated to the small-scale realm. I just don't know how he practiced on the fourth level." said a disciple of the inner courtyard wearing a blue-purple robe.

Each layer of Yanyang Palm is divided into first entry, exquisite, small success, great success, and perfection. With the same level of moves, the higher the realm, the stronger the power it exerts.

Wow, as soon as he finished speaking, a sound of breaking through the air came.

Zhao Zhenxuan attacked like a lightning move, his palms swaying like a cover, swaying, and a phantom was faintly created.

"Twenty-two styles, dark clouds cover the top." Meng He was slightly surprised.

This is the fourth level of Yanyang Palm. Ordinary disciples rarely practice this level of palm techniques. Generally, warriors at the third level of acquired level can only dodge in the face of this style.

When faced with this trick, all disciples in the inner courtyard must be careful.

"Look at my twenty-four poses, the flames are surging."

Meng He didn't dare to be careless. He shook his hand and sprinkled a water-like palm shadow, which was invisible and unmarked. The layers of palm shadows drowned Zhao Zhenxuan's attack.

The two phantoms collided with each other, and immediately a huge roar broke out, and the ground seemed to be shaking and dust was flying.

"Ah, it's so strong, it's the fourth level of Yanyang Palm."

Seeing these two moves, many disciples screamed out loud.

On the fourth level of Yanyang Palm, very few disciples from the field practiced one or two moves.

It was soon after that. Amid the screams of the disciples, Zhao Zhenxuan and Meng He repeatedly showed their palms, and their momentum was even more magnificent than before.

All they used were the fourth level of Yanyang Palm. Each move brought a violent Yanyang aura, and the heat came to your face, making it extremely powerful.

The disciples off the field were filled with horror.

"Bang".

As the figures intertwined, Zhao Zhenxuan and Meng He collided with their palms again, and a blast sound came from the air. This time, Zhao Zhenxuan was a little struggling, his feet trembled slightly, and he took a small step back.

"Zhao Zhenxuan is about to lose. Meng He has practiced the fourth level of Yanyang Palm and seven-style palm techniques to the small-scale realm. Zhao Zhenxuan has reached the exquisite realm, and he is a little short of it after all." A beautiful female disciple among the disciples in the inner courtyard said slowly.

"That's right, Zhao Zhenxuan is still a little anxious. If he is given another month or two, he may have cultivated the fourth level of Yanyang Palm to the small-scale realm. At that time, he will have a victory or defeat with Meng He." A handsome and arrogant disciple next to the female disciple nodded and said.

Several other disciples in the inner courtyard also nodded slightly to agree. You should know that a month ago, Zhao Zhenxuan Yanyang Palm only practiced to the entry level of the fourth level of Zhao Zhenxuan Yanyang Palm.

It was almost time for Zhao Zhenxuan to end in failure.

Meng He also breathed a little relieved, but Zhao Zhenxuan was still inferior to him. His reputation as a disciple in the inner courtyard was barely saved.

"You are going to lose." Meng He finally blew a sharp palm. His palm faintly emitted a ray of flame-like light, and the 28th style of the scorching sun was in the sky.

"It was you who defeated." Zhao Zhenxuan suddenly tensed his whole body and shouted loudly.

Before Meng He could react, he felt that a heat wave was instantly submerged in an instant. Then a burning heat came from his chest and he flew out.

Zhao Zhenxuan's face also became dim, his body shook, his whole body was exhausted, and he sat down to the ground.

A sudden change immediately caused an uproar on the martial arts field.

"What happened? Senior Brother Meng He was defeated."

Many disciples didn't have time to see clearly.

"How is that possible?" The female disciple of Xiuli Inner Court couldn't help but scream.

"The fifth level of Yanyang Palm." The handsome disciple also changed his face.

"No, Zhao Zhenxuan is only fifteen years old."

Several other disciples in the inner courtyard also showed horror. They were all three or four years older than Zhao Zhenxuan, but only one or two people practiced the Yanyang Palm to the fifth level.

On the stone stage of the martial arts performance venue, several teachers from Lieyang Martial Arts Academy have also come here and happened to see this scene.

"At the age of fifteen, Zhao Zhenxuan, this is another genius whose talent is no less than Su Hanyan." A martial arts teacher couldn't help but exclaim.

Su Hanyan, seventeen years old, is the only disciple of the fifth-floor inner courtyard of Lieyang Martial Arts Academy.

"It seems that this time, our Lieyang Martial Arts Academy will produce a few amazing figures." A middle-aged Martial Arts Academy teacher smiled.

"With the talents of Su Hanyan and Zhao Zhenxuan, you can become at least a seventh-grade warrior in the future." A female teacher in the martial arts academy nodded with a hint of envy.

The Dagan Dynasty spread the martial arts world and divided the warriors of the world into the first grade to the ninth grade.

The first, second and third levels of the day after tomorrow, the skin, flesh and bones are ninth grade.

The fourth, fifth and sixth levels of the acquired day, practice the tendons, organs, and marrow are eighth grade.

The seventh and eighth and nineth levels of acquired nature are reborn and replaced, and the seventh grade is free of leakage.

At the innate realm, it can be of the sixth grade.

Seventh-rank warriors can be the lord of a city, the lord of a courtyard, and the general of a army in the Dagan Dynasty. For civilian warriors, their future is limitless.

"However, compared to their senior brother, Su Hanyan and Zhao Zhenxuan are still much worse." An elderly martial arts teacher suddenly touched his beard and said.

"You can't compare with him. He will be a demon-level genius who may be qualified for the Great Killer List in the future. I remember that you didn't even take three moves in his hands last year." The middle-aged martial arts teacher looked at the elderly martial arts teacher and said.

"Hey, what, can anyone of you take his three moves?" Old Su sneered.

As a teacher in the Lieyang Martial Arts Academy, his realm is not much different. He is usually a martial artist at the eighth level of the acquired sixth level of Marrow Practicing Realm.
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