The sunset is afterglow, and the wind passes through the mountains and forests. "Swispy~" the leaves are chirping happily, and the sun gradually sets, symbolizing that another day will pass. In an inconspicuous small courtyard in the huge backyard of the Feng family in Tiandu City, the Dongyue Dynasty, there are occasionally sounds of "kicks", "ha" and "hum".

The sound was sometimes rapid and sometimes slow. In the yard, a young man, a fifteen or sixteen, was practicing a set of boxing techniques. The sweat that kept flowing from his forehead proved that he had been practicing this set of boxing for a long time.

Although his body was exhausted, the young man's movements did not slow down or were irregular at all. Rock-falling Fist... This set of the most common boxing techniques in the Feng family were almost perfectly practiced in the young man's hands.

"Drink!" With a low shout, the young man suddenly exerted his strength, and his strong right arm shot straight out.

A very ordinary punch, but it looks so perfect and flawless. A golden Yuan power permeated the young man's fist. The golden fist, with a thunderous aura, thunderously thunderous, hit a wooden stake standing beside him.

call out!

The young man's punch was several times faster than the previous punch. The sound of wind breaking through the void caused by the fist bombardment made the entire yard tremble.

"Bang!"

The golden Yuan power fist hit the wooden stakes, and with a crisp explosion, the entire wooden stake began to burst from the middle and split into pieces. The broken wood chips were vented on the ground, overwhelming the dust on the ground.

After the wooden stake was cracked, the young man sat down on his waist and slowly retracted his fists, and his breathing gradually returned to a smoother level.

The young man had a coarse blue shirt with a tender face and a very ordinary appearance. At first glance, he looked inconspicuous, but he had a firm and unyielding look between his eyebrows, unlike what an ordinary young man could do. Perhaps it was because of the long-term exercise that made the young man breathe a little rapid, and the coarse blue shirt on his body had been soaked in sweat and pressed on his back.

A bronze plaque symbolizing the Feng family's disciples hung around his waist, which swayed with the youth's movements, and the word "Yan" was carved on it.

This young man is named Feng Yan.

While the young Feng Yan was standing with his fist, a sound that was much weaker than before came from the side. At the source of the sound, a wooden stake broke straight from the middle. The broken stake leaned back and pressed down, slowly falling on the ground, without the thunderous momentum of Feng Yan when he took action.

“Uh~”

Next to the wooden stake, a young man who looked fourteen or fifteen years old waved his red fist, looked dejected, walked to Feng Yan, and smiled embarrassedly, "Brother Yan, I still can't do it. I don't understand, my Yuanli realm is obviously the same as you, but you can smash the wooden stake into pieces with just one punch, and I..."

The boy glanced at the broken wooden stake and said disgustingly: "I can only do this with all my strength."

This young man, named Feng Hao, is Feng Yan's clan brother. He has been very close to Feng Yan since he was a child.

His clothes were different from Feng Yan. Feng Yan was a coarse blue cloth, while his whole body was golden gauze, which was both luxurious and soft. The sign hanging around his waist also emitted a dazzling golden light, not as dim as a bronze medal.

Feng Yan smiled slightly and said, "Although you and I have the same realm of Yuanli, your foundation is too shallow, and the control of Yuanli and physical strength needs to be improved."

Feng Yan stretched out his fist, and a golden Yuan power suddenly filled the point of his fist. Feng Yan continued, "Look, my Yuan power and power are perfectly combined at one point, and the destructive power that burst out is naturally stronger than you. After all, it is your proficiency problem. You must practice diligently in the future."

"That's it." Feng Hao nodded slightly and nodded to receive the teachings.

At this moment, two crisp screams came from behind.

"Brother, it's time to eat."

"It's dark, are you two still practicing?"

Feng Yan turned his head when he heard the sound. When he saw the two young figures at the door of the dilapidated house, Feng Yan smiled slightly, and a warm feeling couldn't help but appear in his heart.

The two young figures, one man and one woman. The man looked thirteen or fourteen years old, with a face full of tenderness. The young girl was only about eleven or twelve years old, with an angelic face and dimples on both sides of her mouth, which was very cute. These two were Feng Yan's second brother Feng Tao and his third sister Feng Ying.

Feng Yan was very young, and his parents died one after another, and the three brothers and sisters stayed in the Feng family as bronze medal disciples.

The bronze medal disciples have a low status in the Feng family. Over the years, their lives have been extremely difficult, but there is no lack of warmth among the hardships. Feng Yan's brother and sister are the whole of his life.

"Xiao Hao, that's all for today. Let's go back to have a meal." Feng Yan looked up at the sky and said with a smile.

"Yes." Feng Hao nodded with a smile.

"Xiaoying, Xiaotao, I'll leave first." Feng Hao waved to the door of the house.

"Brother Feng Hao walked slowly." Feng Ying, who was only twelve years old, said with a pleasant voice. Feng Tao also nodded and watched Feng Hao leave.

In the simple house, Feng Yan changed into loose clothes and walked to his seat. He followed Feng Ying and served hot meals. Feng Tao hurriedly sat back to his seat.

As soon as the food came, Feng Tao immediately started to eat.

Feng Yan looked at Xiaotao and asked, "Xiaotao, how did you practice the Golden Wave Fist I taught you last time?"

"Uh~ It's okay." Feng Tao spoke softly, feeling a little nervous.

Feng Yan frowned: "Call me tomorrow."

"Ah? Oh!" Feng Tao was startled at first, then nodded helplessly.

Feng Yan shook his head and said immediately: "You have to remember..."

"A warrior has the most important foundation!"

"You are now at the best time to lay a solid foundation. You must not be decadent. Whether you can become a strong man in the future depends on your current efforts, so you must not be relaxed at all."

"Brother, I understand." Feng Tao pointed his head.

Feng Yan smiled slightly, then picked up a piece of fish fillet with chopsticks and put it into Feng Tao's bowl.

"Eat." Feng Yan smiled.

"Yeah." Feng Tao looked happy and picked up the bowl and ate it. But when he was holding the bowl, his elbow accidentally rubbed against the candlestick in the corner of the table. The candlestick was knocked over. The flames on the candlestick were like a jumping little demon. The first one to pounce was Feng Ying next to him.

Feng Ying's face suddenly turned pale.

"Not good!" Feng Yan's expression also changed drastically.

The flames that were beating like a devil were scattered on Feng Ying's cuffs. Since Feng Ying's clothes were made of ordinary blue shirts, they naturally burned when they encountered fire.

"Ah!" Feng Ying immediately screamed. At this time, Feng Yan had already come to Xiao Ying's side, and a pure Yuan power brushed across Feng Ying's sleeves, and the flames on the cuff that had just lit were immediately extinguished.

Fortunately, the firefight was saved in time. When Feng Yan pulled Feng Ying's cuff up, he found that Feng Ying's hand was not burned. Feng Yan then breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Xiao Tao and shouted in a low voice: "Be careful, don't you know that Xiao Ying has been afraid of fire since she was a child?"

"Brother, Xiaoying, I'm sorry." Xiaotao lowered his head.

"Xiaoying, are you okay?" Feng Yan asked softly, Feng Tao also looked anxious.

Xiaoying's face was a little pale, and tears could still be seen at the corners of her eyes. When she saw Feng Yan ask her, Xiaoying bit her lip lightly and shook her head slightly.

Seeing that Feng Ying was fine, Feng Tao spoke relaxed and asked curiously: "Brother, why has Xiaoying been particularly afraid of fire since she was a child?"

"Silence!" Feng Yan's eyes suddenly glared, and his serious gaze made Xiao Tao feel heart sank, "Xiao Tao, remember... Xiao Ying was particularly afraid of hot things since she was a child. Don't mention them to others, no one can do it!"

"Yes, brother." Feng Tao was startled by Feng Yan and nodded timidly, while Feng Ying next to him looked aggrieved.

"It's okay, let's continue eating." Feng Yan said just now by placing the candlestick in a straight line and putting it close to the corner of the table next to him.

The three of them continued to eat.

One night passed quickly.
Chapter completed!