"Martial Arts? Good!" Hearing the words "Martial Arts", Zheng Zinuo's energy obviously perked up. He still remembered that his father would do a long set of boxing skills every morning and evening. The boxing skills looked vigorous.

, it was very exciting, and he knew it was very powerful at first glance. He knew that it was a martial arts technique, a unique move with really strong attack power.

After receiving the task, Zheng Zinuo happily returned to his room to sleep.

Seeing Zheng Zinuo leaving, Zheng Zizhou shook his head and said to himself: "I hope my brother can't withstand the intensity of training and just give up. Without talent above level three, he can't reach level one of innate soul power."

, it is impossible to practice any martial arts. Without the foundation of martial arts, you cannot use the potential soul power for your own use. In this way, it is impossible to withstand the high-intensity training that follows, let alone become a qualified martial arts cultivator.

By."

In the early morning of the next day, the sky in March dawned relatively late. At this time, the sky was still a little dim. A thin figure wearing a white cotton-padded jacket, who looked like a child of only seven or eight years old, was facing the biting cold wind.

Running around a small mound.

The child had a resolute expression and persistent eyes. He clenched his fists with his cold red hands, moved his legs quickly, and breathed heavily. A cloud of white mist formed in front of him, despite the biting cold wind blowing outside.

It made his pink little face extremely painful, but he had no intention of flinching at all.

"Finally, I ran around in a circle." This child was Zheng Zinuo, who received the mission from his brother. He got up as soon as it was light and quietly came to a small mound not far from the house and followed Zheng Zizhou's instructions.

The run started. The first lap was only about 150 meters away, but for Zheng Zinuo, who was only eight years old, it took less than half an hourglass.

After one lap, Zheng Zinuo did not stop and continued running, but the speed was obviously much slower.

"It's the second lap. Huh-huh..." He breathed in the cool air from the outside world. Although the stimulation of the cold air made his mind clearer, it made his nose and throat sting as if on fire, and his chest

He also gradually became suffocated, and his breathing became heavier and heavier. But the second lap took him half an hourglass.

After the second lap, Zheng Zinuo's pace was obviously much slower. Although he was running now, he was not much faster than walking. He was faltering and moving forward with three unsteady steps.

"The third lap is finally completed." A smile appeared on Zheng Zino's little red face. Although he was not old, he also knew that it was impossible to eat a big fat man in one bite. Everything must be done step by step. He

Today's goal is five laps. If you run five laps with all your strength, you will have completed today's task. Now that three laps have passed and there are still two laps left, victory is already in sight.

The third lap took him more than half an hourglass, but he still didn't stop. At this time, he had taken off his thick white cotton-padded jacket and threw it on the small mound. He was wearing a yellow jacket underneath.

He was wearing a small vest, sweating profusely, his throat felt like it was on fire, and he felt as if his chest was going to explode. However, he still did not give up and continued to run hobblingly.

"The fourth lap is finally here." Zheng Zinuo was already a little dizzy at this time, his steps were frivolous, as if he might fall down at any time, but for some reason, there was always a firm belief that supported him and allowed his young body to

Didn't fall to the ground.

At this time, his speed was getting slower and slower, much slower than usual walking. After four laps, Zheng Zinuo had already run a distance of more than 600 meters without stopping. For a person who had never exercised, the entire

For an eight-year-old child who only spends his days eating, playing, sleeping and acting coquettishly in his parents' arms, such a distance is already very difficult.

The last lap, only the last lap is left. This is Zheng Zinuo's only thought at this time. Although the weather in March is still very cold, Zheng Zinuo feels as if he has entered the scorching heat at this time, and his whole body is like waterlogged.

At the same time, the little vest was also taken off, leaving only the last thin shirt. The whole body was soaked with sweat, exuding a trace of white mist in the cold weather.

It can be seen that Zheng Zinuo has reached the first limit in his life at this time. His mind is like a paste, his eyes are blurred, his breathing is difficult, and his feet are as if they have been filled with lead, and he can no longer move an inch.

"Boom..." With a restraint, Zheng Zinuo fell heavily to the ground. Because of his excessive physical strength, his hands did not have time to support the ground, so he fell straight to the ground. Fortunately, there was only soft soil around the small mound.

, and there was no hard stone, otherwise he would have been injured immediately.

"Zi Nuo..." Zheng Zizhou, who had been quietly watching his brother running from a distance, saw Zheng Zinuo fall to the ground, his pupils shrank, and he turned pale with fright, and hurriedly ran towards the small mound.

"Don't come over." Just when Zheng Zizhou was about to rush over and help Xiao Zinuo up, Zheng Zinuo stopped with difficulty, "I... I can get up by myself, there's still half a circle left, I can do it!"
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