"Alas! It seems that I have no chance to enter the inner sect in this life! So what? I will never give up!" Han Feng stood outside the gate of the Han family's inner sect and said firmly.
Han Feng is a disciple of the outer sect of the Han family in Tianwu City. His parents died young. He has made great ambitions since he was a child to join the inner sect and become a core disciple.
Han Feng's talent was extremely strong, and he had reached the peak of acquired martial arts at the age of ten. At that time, he was called the first genius of the outer sect by the disciples of the outer sect. He soon received the attention of the inner sect, but six years passed.
Han Feng sadly found that he could not break through the realm of the innate warrior. Every time he broke through, there seemed to be a layer of things blocking his breakthrough.
Gradually, his reputation also declined, and the inner sect seemed to have forgotten this genius who was so famous at that time. He was also jokingly called a genius for one year and a waste for a lifetime by the disciples of the outer sect.
In the past six years, Han Feng has still been trying to break through, but to no avail. As a genius, at least a former genius, Han Feng has his own pride. If he is mediocre, he might as well be a wild man.
So he never gave up!
Han Feng shook his head and was about to leave. At this time, four teenagers came over and suddenly saw Han Feng standing at the door of the inner sect. One of them couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Hey! Isn't this Han Feng? Our outer sect.
What's wrong with the number one genius "back then"? Still thinking about joining the inner sect? It's not that I look down on you, you have no chance in this life!"
Several other people laughed loudly.
Han Feng's heart welled up with anger, "You... Han Yue, don't bully others too much."
The young man named Han Yue smiled disdainfully,
"What? Are you not convinced? Let's have a fight. I will compete with you with one hand."
Han Yue is also a disciple of the Outer Sect. He is very powerful and is an early-stage innate warrior. He is also ranked among the top ten in the Outer Sect.
Han Feng was about to agree, but when he thought of Han Yue's strength, it was like a bucket of cold water poured into his heart. Han Feng didn't say anything anymore. He just looked at Han Yue coldly, then turned and left. Although he was not afraid, neither was Han Feng.
An impulsive person.
Listening to the laughter coming from behind, Han Feng couldn't help but clench his hands. In the past six years, this kind of thing happened once and for all. Han Feng suffered a lot of humiliation, but he endured it all. He had himself
With his arrogance, he took the ridicule and ridicule from everyone as the motivation for his cultivation.
Han Feng quietly returned to his home alone. Han Feng's home was a small wooden house, which was very dilapidated. This was the only thing Han Feng's parents left for him. When he walked into the room, he found that it was dark and damp, and there was not enough space.
It is large, with a wooden bed taking up more than half of the entire room.
Han Feng sat on the bed, closed his eyes and began to practice. The vitality in his body had been cultivated to the limit. The only thing to do now was to break through the realm of the innate warrior. Han Feng gritted his teeth.
"This time we must make a breakthrough!"
Han Feng mobilized all the vitality in his body and carefully controlled it. The vitality was slowly gathered by him. He frowned. The vitality hit the meridians of his body like a flood. Cold sweat broke out on Han Feng's forehead, but he was tight.
He gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain in his body.
Despite this, no matter how much the vitality attacked, the meridians in the body still did not react at all, just like the city wall, standing still. After a while, the vitality slowly dispersed around the body and lurked like a defeated rooster.
Han Feng's face was pale and he fell on the bed as if he was exhausted. He clenched his hands into fists and dug his nails into his flesh. Some blood flowed out faintly, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.
"Failed, failed again, why is this happening!"
"Why on earth is this!"
Han Feng yelled angrily. The disdain, ridicule, and sarcastic looks in the past six years have almost driven him crazy. He endured it silently, just to one day be able to break through the innate warrior and enter the inner sect to let his parents
With light on his face, all those who laugh at him can watch him embark on the path to becoming a peak warrior!
But the repeated blows almost caused him to collapse. He had asked several doctors, but they all said they had never seen such a thing and were helpless.
Han Feng wiped the tears on his face. He rarely cried. Except for crying once when his parents died, he had never cried. Even if he was excluded and ridiculed by others, he remained strong, just because of his father's words.
talk,
"Son, your dad and I have nothing to do in my life, but I don't regret it, because I tried hard and persisted. Although I failed, I never gave up. Remember, you can't cry no matter what. As a man, you can't bleed."
I shed tears, I believe that my son will be able to fulfill his father’s unfulfilled wish and become a disciple of the inner sect!”
Han Feng sorted it out and said to himself, "Yes, I can't cry, and I can't give up. I must help my father fulfill his wish! I must let the halo of genius shine on me again. I believe that one day
I can cultivate to the level of an innate warrior."
Han Feng walked out of the door and prepared to go to the martial arts training ground to practice his martial arts. His martial arts was an ordinary martial arts "Wind Catcher".
His father spent his life's savings to buy it for him, and Han Feng has always regarded it as a treasure.
Han Feng walked to the martial arts training ground. At this time, there were many disciples of the outer sect practicing their martial arts. When Han Feng was about to enter, a middle-aged man blocked him.
Han Feng glanced at him doubtfully, "Who are you?"
The middle-aged man sneered and said, "I am the new manager of the martial arts training ground. The old guy from before is getting old and has gone home to take care of himself."
A trace of surprise flashed in Han Feng's eyes. His previous manager was an old man who was very kind and very kind to the disciples of the foreign sect. The disciples of the foreign sect all respectfully called him Grandpa Han. He was also very kind to Han Feng and often taught Han Feng martial arts.
Han Feng always regarded him as a relative.
Han Feng adjusted his mood and said, "Then what's the matter with you stopping me?"
The middle-aged man said, "It's nothing. I just want to tell you that after the management has been changed, the rules of the martial arts training ground will also need to be changed. From today on, all disciples of the foreign sect must pay some family contribution points when entering the training ground."
Han Feng glared at the middle-aged man angrily, "What, you need to contribute some points once you go in? Why don't you go and grab it? Your family owns the training ground?"
Seeing that Han Feng was so ignorant, the middle-aged man's face became gloomy, "If you don't contribute anything, get out. I am the boss of the training ground. I set the rules. Whether you come or not is your business."
Han Feng laughed angrily and said, "What if I have to go in?"
The middle-aged man became angry and slapped Han Feng on the chest. He was an innate warrior, and Han Feng was able to withstand it. He was knocked upside down and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The middle-aged man smiled disdainfully and said, "With your strength, it will be useless to practice in the training field for a lifetime, so get out of here."
Han Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, got up from the ground, and looked at the man fiercely.
The middle-aged man left without looking at him.
Han Feng covered his chest and slowly left the martial arts training ground. A sense of humiliation filled his heart. He knew that this was a world where the strong were respected. Without strength, anyone could trample you under his feet. He would never do that.
Let this happen because his pride won't allow it!
Han Feng came to Grandpa Han's residence. Grandpa Han used to be the manager of a martial arts training ground, so he lived in a pretty good place. Han Feng looked at the luxurious house in his eyes and knocked on the door.
Not long after, a servant opened the door, looked at the embarrassed Han Feng, and asked strangely, "Are you okay?"
Han Feng smiled and said, "My name is Han Feng. I'm here to see Grandpa Han. I wonder if he is at home?"
The servant nodded and said coldly, "Then wait a moment and I'll report it to the master."
Han Feng looked at the door that was closed again and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He could see that the servant looked down on him.