Chapter 1 The Boy on the Cliff

The late autumn weather is a little piercingly cold. The setting sun in the sky is as red as fire. In the twilight, the undulating sea water is as thick as blood.

The wind swept over the cliff and whined.

On the cliff, there stood a thin black hair. At the age of thirteen or four, he wore a white and blue worn short robe.

The teenager looked at the setting sun that was about to fall into the sea, and his eyes gradually became cold.

The power of qi and blood in his body is running crazily, and his whole body is like a white light, facing the sad red sunset, becoming more and more hazy, like a piece of human-shaped white jade.

The whining wind around constantly hit the white light on the teenager's body, and suddenly fissioned into countless wind whirls like substance, spinning around the teenager.

If there is a martial arts master here, he will definitely be surprised, because only the realm of middle-level martial arts can release such an effect. If you want to achieve middle-level martial arts, you must have more than five years of hard work, which is rare to achieve before the age of fifteen.

But this teenager is only thirteen or four years old. Isn't a genius amazing?

The power of qi and blood operated like flying, and soon reached a full state. The teenager suddenly shouted, and there was an electric light in his eyes. His palms were raised high, and he patted the big stone in front of him.

"Bum"

A dull sound was startled, the cyclone disappeared, and the stone did not move at all, but the teenager covered his palms and sat on the ground in pain.

The strong white light flashing all over the body has long disappeared.

"Bastard, why did you fail again?"

The teenager grinned with pain, but the physical pain was less than one ten thousandth of the depression in his heart.

"Tide Decision", one of the family's three major foundation-casting methods, as early as half a year ago, he reached the sixth level of psychic and was promoted to an intermediate martial artist. At the age of 14, there are only a handful of dangerous cities that can have such a realm.

What is unimaginable is that the internal force he practiced can't come out at all. No matter how hard the teenager runs the internal force, he can reach fullness every time. Every time it seems to break out, and every time he will inexplicably disappear at the moment of attack.

Therefore, the teenager has a good internal strength, but he can't even beat the weakest kung fu among the tenth-generation disciples in the family, and he has the name of "genius waste".

The palm of the hand is very painful, and a huge piece is swollen, like a fermented steamed bun.

The teenager sighed, and his beautiful face was full of disappointment. He sat on the ground decadently and looked at the setting sun in a daze.

The wind blew sadly, and the white robe hunted in the wind.

The setting sun finally sank to the bottom of the sea. The teenager came to his senses from disappointment, stretched out his body to the sea breeze, and walked down the mountain lonelyly.

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The Wu family, as one of the three major local families, has always advocated martial arts, just like the custom of attaching martial arts and writing in the Fenglan mainland. In the Wu family, strength is everything.

In the evening, Wu's tall mansion was like a ferocious beast coiled under the moonlight.

The teenager came to the back door of the mansion and looked around carefully. When no one was around, he climbed up the wall like a monkey. He had been practicing this action since he was five years old, almost to the point of being clean and neat.

But today, his palm was injured. At the moment when he was on the wall, his palm seemed to be burned by fire. The teenager suddenly couldn't support it and fell off the wall.

"Oops..."

He was in pain and shouted, which shocked half of the yard.

"Oh, isn't this 'waste power'?"

A group of young men and women are gathering in the yard, most of whom are fifteen or six years old. They are all gorescent and burly. It is obviously different from the shabby clothes of teenagers. Most of these guys' clothes are shiny and luxurious.

The teenager frowned and got up from the ground.

The teenagers in the yard are attacking a pile of purple stakes. These purple stakes are picked from mulberry trees generated in the East China Sea and grow in a hundred years. After cutting, they are soaked by iron oil for 40 days. After taking them out, they are harder than stone iron, which can be used as practice.

I don't know what evil happened today. Wu's children didn't go to rest in the evening and actually practiced in the yard.

Facing the strange eyes of the crowd, the teenager secretly said that he was unlucky and wanted to leave.

At this time, a loud voice sounded.

"The day after tomorrow is the day when you enter Lion and Tiger Island. Only when you enter Lion and Tiger Island, hunt and kill more than one lion and tiger beast, and come out without injury, will you be qualified to be recognized by the family and become a real son of Wu."

"Lion Tiger Island?" The teenager was shocked.

"Lion and Tiger Island" is the place where Wu's disciples are tempering and growing up. The island is full of fierce beasts - lion and tiger beasts. Although they are not as powerful as monsters, the damage of lion and tiger beasts cannot be underestimated. It is difficult to surrender without the strength of middle-level warriors. The Wu family holds a selection of children every five years. Only those who are trained through Lion and Tiger Island can Qualified to become a real Wu warrior, so as to get the family's full training and better martial arts skills.

The loser will fade out of the family's sight and become a peripheral member.

"Has it been five years?"

Scenes of the past flashed like light and shadow, and finally a sigh.

"If you don't work hard and work hard today, you will become a useless person like him tomorrow, a useless person in the family, and a rice worm who can only rely on the family and can't do anything."

The loud voice interrupted the teenager's thoughts, and all the eyes in the courtyard shot at him. There was an indescribable sense of contempt in it, as disgusting as seeing a cockroach.

The teenager was angry and looked up in the direction of the sound.

It was a big man in a red warrior's suit, with a beard all over his face, and a one-eyed snake-like cold in the moonlight.

Wu Duan, the deputy chief of Wu's martial arts.

Wu Duan's words are very poisonous, but the teenager knows that a large part of the reason why he mocks himself so much is that the lost right eye was blinded by his father, who left him five years ago and his back was already blurred.

"I'm not a waste!"

The teenager suppressed the resentment in his heart and looked at the big man coldly.

The big man said coldly, "Isn't it a waste? You have been practicing 'tidal decision' for six years, but you can't even exert the strength of the first layer. If you are not a waste, come here to practice the pile to prove it to everyone.

The teenagers in the crowd immediately sneered. These teenagers had men and women, many of whom were his childhood playmates, but they gradually drifted away from themselves five years ago.

"Look, waste Wei is trying to show its strength again."

"It's okay. Let him toss around. He's obviously a waste. What's the ability to pretend?"

The young man in white robe walked step by step to the blue and purple wooden stakes. Countless sarcasm and sarcasm kept roaring in his ears, and a pair of taunting faces kept magnifying and enlarging in his pupils, and finally converged into an inexplicable source of anger.

He sank his waist, inhaled, and operated the power of qi and blood all over his body. The faint white light flowed and became thicker and thicker, and finally turned into a soft white silver light, like thousands of fireflies.

The sixth layer of "tidal"?

Everyone held their breath and were surprised by the strong white light, which was a sign that could only be emitted on the sixth floor.

Even Wu Duan, a towering martial arts leader like a mountain, changed his face slightly.

Isn't he really a loser?

At the moment when the thought flashed, the teenager suddenly hit his intact right palm, but at the moment when it fell on the blue and purple stake, the white light dissipated, in exchange for the extremely ordinary sound of meat and wooden stakes.

The teenager's face immediately hurt.

And a harsh sound of ridicule immediately broke out around.

"Haha, I thought he could play something. It turned out to be the same."

"Yes, he can really stand it. The blue and purple wooden pile is harder than stone iron. It doesn't need internal force to touch it with the palm of meat alone. It's really awesome..."

The sneer of everyone fell into the teenager's ears and cut his heart like a knife, which was almost numb.

Wu Duan saw the teenager's wooden look, smiled coldly, and waved to the teenager in the crowd.

Two children about the same age as a young man in white robe jumped out, and it seemed that they were all thirteen or four years old.

Two teenagers, a man and a woman, shouted, and a faint golden light flashed on the palm of their hands. The stakes cracked in response, and the two thick cracks were clearly visible in the moonlight.

Wu Duan pointed to the crack and sneered, "Do you see that these two are your cousins, one year younger than you, but they can all emit the internal force of the third layer of casting the foundation heart, but you? Even the simplest wooden stake can't tremble. Boy, save it. You are born to be a waste. Recognize this reality.

The big man turned around and said to the teenagers in the yard, "Little guys, go back to sleep and recuperate. Remember, don't be a loser anyway."

The teenagers suddenly dispersed.

The yard suddenly became cold, leaving only the young man in white robe standing alone.

The moon is like water, sprinkled on the thin body of the teenager, like a puppet isolated from the world, without life for a long time.

For a long time, the night was completely dark, and the teenager indifferently raised his red and swollen palm and muttered to himself, "Wu Pengwei, are you really a waste?"

The voice is not loud, but the lingering xiao in the yard of Guangshen has not dispersed for a long time.

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