"Come here!" On the martial arts field in Tengjia Town, a tall, muscular, middle-aged man who looked powerful at first sight pointed at a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy among a group of children and said.
"Hello, instructor." The young man has clear features and looks a little thin. His eyes are clear and there is a sense of perseverance between his brows.
"Hey, Teng Fei is going to be tortured again!"
"The instructor must have thought it would be more enjoyable to torture the direct son of the Teng family!"
"Well, speaking of it, Master Teng Fei is quite pitiful..."
"Yes, the direct son of the Teng family can't sense fighting spirit. Many people say that he is not a true bloodline of the Teng family!"
"Shh, don't you dare say this nonsense. If others hear it, I won't be able to protect you! Anyway, our family is working for the Teng family, so just do what you should do honestly."
"Hey hey hey..."
A group of teenagers looked at the thin figure with smiles and were chatting in low voices below.
The middle-aged man who was called the instructor had a serious face. He looked at Teng Fei with undisguised disdain and said coldly: "How are you doing with your Black Tiger Fist? I'm going to take the exam.
Come on, use all your strength and attack me with all your strength!"
"Hahaha!" A group of teenagers below roared with laughter, laughing so hard that they fell back and forth.
There was no strange expression on Teng Fei's resolute face. He just nodded slightly. He came to the instructor, cupped his fists and saluted.
Then he stood firm, bent down slightly, and opened the black tiger fist. With a pair of clear and pure eyes, without any emotion, he let out a fierce shout, waved his right arm, and exerted force in an instant, with a faint
With a fierce sound of wind, he punched the instructor in the chest.
"The momentum is good, but the power..." The middle-aged instructor shook his head slightly: "But it's too bad!"
He made a mistake and stretched out an arm. No one saw how he moved, so he avoided Teng Fei's punch. At the same time, the hand put on Teng Fei's shoulder, and with a slight shock, Teng Fei's body
It flew up uncontrollably.
Bang!
He fell hard on the sand a few meters away and couldn't get up for a long time.
"The instructor is mighty!"
“The instructor is so awesome!”
"The instructor's Thirteen Flying Eagle Styles are simply amazing!"
As Teng Fei was thrown to the sand, a flood of flattery rushed towards the middle-aged instructor. A faint smile appeared on the middle-aged instructor's serious and rigid face, and he said: "Thirteen Styles of Flying Eagle"
, is an intermediate martial skill, and you haven’t learned it yet. I just want you to see that martial arts are not useless. As long as you practice hard, one day, you... can all become a master like me!
"
"Instructor, do we have any hope of defeating the fighting spirit warriors?" A tall young man in the crowd asked loudly.
The middle-aged instructor was silent for a while, and then said: "Dou Qi warriors are all God's darlings, and we are just a group of ordinary people. However, this world is not all a world of Dou Qi warriors. Ordinary people have ordinary people.
Road! After practicing martial arts to a certain level, you can also form a unique energy in the body, called true energy, which can make the moves more powerful. More advanced warriors can convert true energy into true essence.
If you are in the realm of Yuan Waifang, you will be able to fight against a Dou Qi warrior!"
The middle-aged instructor said, with a flash of sadness in his eyes. How could these ignorant teenagers know how difficult it would be for an ordinary person to become a powerful warrior without being able to sense the fighting spirit between heaven and earth?
The road is full of thorns, and every step is harder than reaching the sky.
"Instructor, what level have you reached now?"
The middle-aged instructor lowered his face and reprimanded: "Okay, let's start training, don't be too ambitious! Remember, you don't have to think about fighting spirit warriors, but if you are willing to work hard, you will still be true energy warriors, or even true essence warriors.
There is hope!"
As he spoke, the middle-aged instructor murmured to himself: "Yes, there is hope if you work hard, which is better than no hope at all."
The middle-aged instructor here began to teach a group of teenagers how to learn Black Tiger Fist. No one paid attention to Teng Fei, who was still lying on the sand not far away.
Even if he is the direct son of the Teng family, so what? He is just a useless person who is useless in martial arts. He is destined to have no achievements in martial arts.
No one has sympathy for the weak!
In the eyes of the children, the son of the powerful and sadistic Teng family was just an occasional pleasure for the middle-aged instructor. At other times, the middle-aged instructor employed by the Teng family was still very serious.
Yes, he is not bad, he just doesn't like this Teng family's martial arts loser, that's all.
The sand in the martial arts field is relatively soft, which is to prevent the children from getting injured during training. However, although you won't be injured if you fall hard, the feeling of being thrown to pieces is definitely not pleasant.
Teng Fei lay on the sand, looking at the few floating clouds in the blue sky above his head. His clear eyes were full of sadness and loss.
This martial arts arena is owned by the Teng family. The Teng family is the most powerful family in the town. Most of the ordinary people in Teng family town work for the Teng family.
These young people on the martial arts field are all the children of some of the side branches and administrators of the Teng family. They will become the backbone of the Teng family in the near future. For these young people, their life goal is to pass the
With continuous efforts, you will be recognized by your family, take charge of a party, and become a master in the future.
Teng Fei knew that the instructor didn't like him, he couldn't sense fighting spirit, and his body was weak for some unknown reason. In terms of strength, any peer of the same age, even one or two years younger than him, could easily defeat him.
This is not because Teng Fei doesn't work hard enough. On the contrary, even among the disciples who can sense fighting spirit and are trained by the Teng family, there are few who work harder than Teng Fei.
It can be said that Teng Fei is the first to wake up and the last to sleep in the entire Teng family!
Every day before dawn, Teng Fei would tie a 30-pound sandbag and run around the two-mile martial arts field five times!
I will complete any training course assigned by the instructor meticulously. At night, I am still reading various books and learning knowledge.
But unfortunately, no matter how much he exercised, his body did not make any progress. At the beginning, the instructor admired him, but gradually he became disappointed with him, and now, he is almost in despair.
Who is willing to pay attention to a waste destined to have no achievements?
Teng Fei moved his aching body a few times, slowly got up, took a look at the lively training scene over there, stood up, dusted off his body, and limped towards the outside of the martial arts arena.
From the beginning to the end, no one among the middle-aged instructor and the group of teenagers turned around to look at Teng Fei. Teng Fei himself was a non-staff member here, and these teenagers had never regarded Teng Fei as their companion.
It wasn't until Teng Fei's frail figure disappeared outside the martial arts field that the middle-aged instructor sighed and thought to himself: Why bother? A noble son who is a legitimate son cannot practice, so he can go into business and study hard.
, it’s okay to be an official!
With the power of the Teng family and the great contributions his father has made for the Teng family, his life will definitely be very happy. Why must he insist on following this path? I really don’t understand what this young man is thinking. No matter how humiliated I am,
But you still persist. Isn’t this asking for trouble?
The middle-aged instructor thought to himself, and loudly scolded a few children who were not serious. He thought to himself: It seems that I have to find a chance to talk to the old man of the house. It is better not to let Teng Fei practice martial arts. This child is quite good.
, it is said that he is also very outstanding in literary talent. Let him be an official or do business, which is infinitely better than taking the path of a warrior!
Teng Fei slowly walked to the door of the family library. The doorkeeper was an old man. According to his seniority, he should be Teng Fei's grandfather. He sat at the door of the library and dozed in the sun all day long, as if he could never sleep.
Like waking up.
Seeing Teng Fei, the old man opened his eyes slightly and waved his hand, indicating to Teng Fei that he could do whatever he wanted.
Teng Fei bowed respectfully to the old man, and then walked into the library. This place was not allowed to be entered by anyone other than a direct descendant of the Teng family. Although Teng Fei could not practice, he did not receive any kind of treatment.
Because of this restriction, there are a large number of collections in the library, and many books cannot be seen outside.
The library was deserted. In the morning, most of the family members were practicing, so few people came in. Teng Fei deliberately staggered the time every day to avoid meeting those brothers and sisters.
He could deal with ridicule indifferently, but he couldn't stand the looks of sympathy and pity.