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Chapter 1 Young Fang Hong

Earth, 2078.

At noon, the sun is shining brightly.

The earth seemed to be about to be scorched, and the entire Chuzhou City was filled with heat.

With the continuous destruction of the earth's ozone layer and environment by humans, the earth's temperature is getting higher and higher. Now it is December, but it is still extremely hot.

The average temperature of the entire earth has reached nearly 20 degrees, while many human-inhabited areas have exceeded 30 degrees all year round. Even in winter, I don’t feel any coldness.

In the practice hall of Chihongwu Hall in Chuzhou City, a 17 or 18-year-old boy with long hair was practicing his palms over and over again. His palms were powerful, and each palm brought a strong wind.

The boy's skin was bronze, his figure was not tall, and he looked 1.75 meters tall, with sword eyebrows, starry eyes, handsome and extraordinary, thin, and his naked upper body was full of strong muscles. As the boy continued to practice his palms, a faint red air flowed above his body. This red air flow was not obvious, and it could only be seen by looking at it closely.

Just as the boy was practicing his palms over and over again, tirelessly, an applause rang out: "Yes, Fang Hong, your Xuanyang Technique has finally entered the fifth level."

A middle-aged man with a national face and about forties walked in.

When the young man saw the middle-aged man coming in, he stopped practicing his palms and smiled and said, "Master, you are here."

The middle-aged man is the owner of the Chihongwu Pavilion, namely Fang Hong's master Yan Chihong.

Fang Hong came to Yan Chihong, scratching his hair, feeling quite embarrassed: "I just broke through last night."

Yan Chihong looked at Fang Hong with a look of relief: "If Master had accepted you as his disciple a few years ago, you might have been a high-level warrior now!"

He only accepted Fang Hong as his disciple two years ago. In two years, Fang Hong practiced Xuanyang Gong to the fifth level. Even at this speed of cultivation, he couldn't help but be amazed.

The Xuanyang Gong enters the fifth level, which means that Fang Hong is already a fifth-level warrior!

Seventeen years old, the fifth-class warrior is still the best even in the younger generation of Chuzhou.

"Have you tested your fist strength?" Yan Chihong asked Fang Hong.

"Before, I came to the martial arts hall in the morning and practiced the Prajna Vajra Palm." Fang Hong said.

"Let's go, I'll take you over to test your current fist strength." Yan Chihong said, and then took Fang Hong to the strength tester.

Fang Hong stood still, ran the fifth level of Xuanyang Gong, and suddenly punched the tester.

Bang!

The tester made a trembling sound.

The value continued to soar, and it instantly broke through 500 and stopped at 510.

"510 pounds! Not bad. Just after breaking through the fifth stage of warrior, his fist strength was 510 pounds!" Yan Chihong smiled, then touched his chin and a short beard. This was his habitual sign of movement.

"510 pounds! Xiao Honghong, it's not bad, you're almost catching up with your sister and me." At this time, a girl who was smiling sweetly from the age of fifteen to sixteen walked in from outside.

The girl was wearing a long braid, with her waist-length braids, and her skin looked very beautiful, especially her eyes, which were very charming.

The girl came to Fang Hong, patted Fang Hong's shoulder, and joked: "From now on, I will rely on you to protect you."

Fang Hong smiled bitterly: "Senior sister, you don't need me to protect me."

The girl is the daughter of his master Yan Chihong, named Yan Wan'er, who is two years younger than him. However, because he became a disciple late, he called the girl the senior sister.

Yan Chihong smiled and said, "Okay, don't joke with Fang Hong, but Fang Hong came here to practice early, unlike you, a lazy person, who came here after the sun was shining to his toes. You don't even look at what time it's already noon."

Yan Wan'er came to Yan Chihong and said, "Today is a rare Sunday, Dad, please take me to Lushan."
Chapter completed!