"I lost..." Qin Yi smiled bitterly.

"Thank you." Bai Ran closed her hand and held her fists, and she felt a secret relief. Qin Yi brought more pressure to her than the five people combined yesterday.

If I hadn't fought to the point where I gradually got better, I would have probably not been Qin Yi's opponent.

Wait until the two left the Zhanfengwu Hall.

The deputy director of the Zhanfengwu Pavilion looked at the two of them leaving from afar, and a red light flashed in his eyes. Qin Yi sat on the chair next to him and applied potion to himself.

"Teacher, why don't you let the eldest and second brothers appear to fight?" Qin Yi asked in confusion.

"The eldest brother and the owner of the museum have gone to Yinglan City. Your second brother is at the critical moment of practicing qigong. You cannot take action easily in the past few days." The old man answered slowly.

After a while, Qin Yi applied the potion. Put these special potions back and quickly returned to the courtyard to do other things.

But the old man suddenly stopped him.

"Qin Yi, you have been practicing martial arts for seven years, right?"

"Yes, master." Qin Yi nodded.

"Among the four brothers, your talent can be said to be the worst. However, your character is excellent and your temperament is extremely tough. You will never stop polishing and training."

The old man walked behind his back with his hands in his arms.

"Teacher, don't praise me like this..."

Qin Yi was a little embarrassed to be praised.

"Do you think I am praising you? No! I am feeling a pity for you. Obviously, the efforts and hard work you have put in far exceeds your senior brother Wang Zhilin. You are practicing while he is practicing while he is sleeping, and you are practicing while he is talking about love..." The old man said.

"But he still suppressed you! You are the one who put in more effort, but you have gained very little because of your roots and bones. Often, a hundred minutes of strength can only get 50 points."

"Do you feel unwilling to accept it?"

The old man suddenly looked over, his sharp eyes looked at Qin Yi like an eagle-eyed look.

His eyes were like a sharp sword, which penetrated straight into Qin Yi's heart, making him unable to lie at all.

"I, I, I, I have indeed been unwilling to give up... But the roots are destined to be born, and it is useless to blame others. Since God has chosen half of martial arts, I will do my best to get the remaining half no matter what!"

Qin Yi's eyes were firm. He was such a person. He could not even become an inner disciple of the Zhanfeng Martial Arts Hall, but after years of training, he became a closed disciple.

Persevere and you will eventually gain something.

"Then I tell you, if there is a chance now, an opportunity that can change the root bones is in front of you, will you be willing to seize it!"

The old man took a few steps forward suddenly, and his turbid eyes suddenly burst out with strong colors. He burned like flames, devouring his heart.

"!" Qin Yi looked at his master in surprise, not sure if what he was talking about was true.

"..." After five seconds of silence.

"I do! I'm extremely happy!"

"Welcome to the Blood Energy Council..."

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Wen Yeqing took Bai Ran to play houses everywhere in Donghai City for ten days. From the original small genre to the current big martial arts hall, almost all the martial arts halls were visited by the two.

News about the two soon spread in the martial arts circle in Donghai City, but Wen Yeqing and Bai Ran were both disguised. Outsiders did not know their identities. They only knew that they were two beautiful masters and apprentices.

The last day of ten days.

Bai Ran and Wen Yeqing walked out of the gate of the Jinding Martial Arts Hall and walked slowly towards the distant street.

Bai Ran's face had some bruises, and he punched each other with the three disciples of the Jinding Martial Arts Hall, and his cheeks were bruised and a little swollen.

She was pretty good, and her teeth on the opposite side were punched out, and her broken teeth shot out far away.

The first phase of practical training in the past half month has benefited a lot. As early as seven days ago, she tried the first failure. It was a big martial arts hall in Donghai City, with an extremely brave style.

Bai Ran and his opponent fought hard, but were suppressed at a disadvantage. In terms of physical fitness, the two were almost the same. In terms of skills and experience, the other party was obviously richer. In addition, the two had similar styles.

They fight quickly and win the opponent with the momentum of fire and fire.

After Bai Ran's style was suppressed, the ending was difficult to change, and he was beaten up miserably in the end.

I slapped three or four blood pills, and after the medicine bath, I lay on the bed all night.

She was a little restrained in the next few battles and couldn't play it out. It was obvious that she had doubts about her style. However, after several days of polishing, Bai Ran regained her confidence.

In the last four days, few of them failed in more than a dozen battles. Most of them were defeated or tied.

This is actually a process of training.

It was also what Wen Yeqing wanted to see.

A piece of uncensored jade must be polished and carved before it can truly become a flawless jade pendant treasure.

The two walked along the alley towards the distant road.

Behind me, there was a distance between two alleys.

A strong man's arm was streaked and twisted a man's arm into a twist. When he raised his big hand, he seemed to be carrying a little chicken.

He raised his hand and threw it towards the wall in the distance.

It slowly fell down on the wall with a bang.

On the other side, a strong man like an iron tower was facing the siege of the two. His strong body stood there without moving, and the two of them had no effect on their fists.

"Bad!" The strong man raised his hand suddenly.

Two black arms pressed on the heads on both sides, rushed forward and pressed towards the wall.

After two dongs, his head hit the gray bricks and stones hard. The two of them immediately fainted.

"I can't help but fight, I can't help but fight..."

The strong man had some expressions of unsatisfactory expression on his face, and he was missing the touch of his two heads.

On the thick watermelon-like arms, blue veins trembled, as if a black snake was twisting wildly.

"Just a bunch of little mice."

Another strong man in the distance touched his bald head. He was trying his best to calm down his violent eyes. His distorted face gradually eased.

This is the side effect of blood energy, and it is easy to have the desire to kill. The bloodthirsty impulse is fascinating. The two brothers Jason and Jemo can suppress the urge to kill.

Only then are eligible to be sent out to perform tasks.

This mission was personally assigned by the President of the Mysterious Blood Energy Council, but the three brothers took a lot of effort to stand out from the competition.

"Jason, it's time for us to leave. The target is out of sight, hurry up." Jamo said.

"Yes." Jason retracted his trembling, excited arm and forcibly suppressed the desire in his heart.

Two strong men left one in front and one behind.

A moment later, a scream came from the alleyway.
Chapter completed!