In the early morning, a faint light appeared on the horizon, and the entire Yuyang City was still in the darkness before dawn...
Yuyang City, Zhao family.
Teng!
Like a conditioned reflex, the boy opened the warm quilt, jumped out of bed, dressed and washed, all at once.
At this time, most of the children in the clan, and even some servants, were still asleep...
The boy is thirteen or fourteen years old, with a slightly thin figure and a fair and tender face. Although not particularly handsome, he is very attractive.
Especially his eyes, which are clear and lively, flashing with fighting spirit: "If I persist for a while longer, I will be able to break through to the second level of martial arts and make the people of the Zhao family shut up."
The young man’s name is Zhao Feng.
Half a year ago, with his outstanding performance, he entered the Zhao family in Yuyang City from the Zhao family branch in Qingye Town.
In the Zhao family of Qingye Town, he was the leader among the teenagers of his age. He was the first to be promoted to the "First Level of Martial Arts". From then on, he broke away from the category of ordinary people and stepped into the gate of martial arts.
At that time, the elders in the town all praised him for his talent and his immeasurable achievements in the future.
His family and parents all have high hopes for him.
But only Zhao Feng knew that he had to work several times harder than his peers to become a genius in Qingye Town...
The Zhao family in Qingye Town is one of the branches of the Zhao family and enjoys two recommended places to enter the clan every five years.
Recommended with Zhao Feng, there was also a girl from the same clan, "Zhao Xue", who was promoted to the first level of martial arts two months after him.
When he left Qingye Town, Zhao Feng was full of fighting spirit and determined to go to the Zhao family to make a splash and show off his talents.
However, when Zhao Feng entered the Zhao family, he realized the hidden danger in himself...
In terms of scale and strength, the Zhao family in Qingye Town only has a population of over a hundred, with only seven or eight teenagers of the same age.
The Zhao family, on the other hand, is a large family with a population of tens of thousands. It controls a large area of land, mineral veins and other resources. It is more than a hundred times more powerful than the Qingye Town branch!
In the Qingye Town branch, he was considered an outstanding person, even a genius... But in the Zhao clan, he was almost at the bottom, becoming a humble outer disciple!
Many young men of the same age in the Zhao family have cultivated to the second level of martial arts or above, and some outstanding ones have reached the third level of martial arts. According to rumors, some geniuses in the family have terrifying cultivation levels of the fourth level or above...
Facing this reality, Zhao Feng felt as if he had been showered with cold water, realizing his ignorance and insignificance.
In addition, "Zhao Xue" who came from Qingye Town together, that pretty beauty, gradually became alienated from him after entering the Zhao family, and became close to the top three children in the family.
I remember that when Zhao Xue was in Qingye Town, she admired Zhao Feng very much and even admired him. However, at that time, Zhao Feng was focused on cultivation and was ignorant, so he did not respond.
Since then, Zhao Feng, who was deeply stimulated, practiced harder and harder.
He once vowed to win a place in the Zhao family and Yuyang City.
Otherwise, he will never return to Qingye Town!
…
After washing up, Zhao Feng took a deep breath and walked quickly to the family martial arts field.
Drink! Drink!…
Zhao Feng half-crouched into a horse stance, with his fists faintly generating wind, practicing the Zhao family's classic boxing technique - "Yangang Fist" back and forth.
"Yangang Fist" is just a basic martial art, but Zhao Feng practiced it meticulously, skillfully and fluently.
In the secular world, ordinary martial arts is divided into five levels: basic, low-level, intermediate, advanced, and top-level.
Basic martial arts, the lowest threshold level, focuses on beating the body and strengthening qi and blood, and has limited lethality.
Generally speaking, the higher the martial arts level, the greater the power and the better the training effect.
However, as a member of the Zhao Feng clan and without any amazing talent, it is difficult for him to gain access to higher-level martial arts.
"I have been at the peak of the first level of martial arts for a long time, and I still have a long way to go before I can reach the second level."
After practicing for a long time, Zhao Feng was sweating profusely and breathing heavily.
Zhao Feng's talent is not bad, but the reason why he cannot keep up with the children of the Zhao family is because they have mastered more advanced cultivation methods, have a wealthy family, and can take some precious spiritual elixirs to greatly increase their cultivation speed.
It is said that some children of the Zhao clan used precious medicinal liquids to strengthen their bodies since childhood, and successfully broke through to the first level of martial arts before they were ten years old, giving them unique advantages.
At the starting line, Zhao Feng was far behind them.
Half an hour later, the sun slowly appeared above the horizon.
On the martial arts field, more children of the Zhao family appeared one after another, talking, laughing, and playing around.
When some of the Zhao clan disciples looked at Zhao Feng, their expressions suddenly turned cold, even showing a little contempt and disdain.
This attitude is not directed at Zhao Feng alone.
The children of the Zhao family have always been a bit "exclusive" and look down on children from branch clans.
In front of the children of the branch, they have an inexplicable sense of superiority!
When Zhao Feng was slightly absent-minded, a wind whistle came from the side and behind: "Little broom star! Stop!"
Snapped!
A hand as hard as iron slapped hard on the shoulder.
"It's you……"
Zhao Feng stumbled and almost fell down. Fortunately, he had solid basic skills and stabilized his body.
A young man in black clothes came, strong, thick-browed, with a hint of amusement in his eyes, looking at Zhao Feng condescendingly.
"Zhao Kun! What do you mean?"
Zhao Feng's face was filled with anger and anger.
When he first came to the Zhao family, Zhao Feng had a conflict with Zhao Kun. The reason was that Zhao Kun made sarcastic remarks and looked down on the children of the branch, and Zhao Feng refused to accept the contradiction.
Zhao Kun was a person who was determined to retaliate. From then on, he often made trouble for Zhao Feng and tried every means to humiliate him.
"Zhao Kun! With your strength, if you can't defeat this clan member with ten moves, you'll be in trouble!"
"Ten moves? Zhao Kun has reached the second level of martial arts. I think three moves are enough to deal with that kid."
"Three moves? Fighting head-on, I'm afraid it's not easy!"
Some children of the Zhao clan nearby looked like they were watching a good show.
Most people are afraid that the world will not be in chaos, so they use words to encourage it.
"Three moves? Hahaha..." Zhao Kun raised his head and laughed with disdain on his face: "You guys underestimate me, Zhao Kun! You only need one move to defeat this kid!"
Just one move!
All the family members present were in an uproar, and many people were shocked.
"one move?"
Zhao Feng raised his eyebrows, his face changed slightly, and his heart was filled with anger.
There is one level of cultivation difference between him and Zhao Kun. Zhao Kun performed well and it is indeed possible to defeat him with three moves.
But one move...
This is really a naked insult!
Facing Zhao Kun's provocative gaze, Zhao Feng quickly calmed down: "I can't be fooled by him. Even if I can survive one attack, I will still be humiliated."
During the six months in the Zhao family, he suffered many losses and was beaten, and gradually learned to be patient.
"I'm quite tired from practicing today. Let me rest for a few days and then compete with you."
Zhao Feng had no expression on his face and turned to leave.
His performance made Zhao Kun and other teenagers of the same age slightly stunned.
"Good boy, let me give you a break today. Next time we meet, don't forget today's 'one-move agreement'."
A hint of ruthlessness and cunning flashed in Zhao Kun's eyes.
An appointment?
Zhao Feng felt something in his heart. It seemed that Zhao Kun was deliberately unwilling to let him go.
"I must break through to the second level of martial arts as soon as possible before I can compete with Zhao Kun."
Zhao Feng felt anxious.
After leaving the martial arts arena, Zhao Feng returned home.
Since Zhao Feng entered the Zhao family, the parents in the town also "got the benefit" and moved into the Zhao family.
This should be the honor that belongs to parents.
But Zhao Feng has always been a little ashamed. His performance in the Zhao family has disappointed his parents and failed the expectations of the elders of Qingye Town...
"came back."
A calm and slightly vicissitudes of life man came out.
It is Zhao Feng's father, Zhao Tianyang.
"Feng'er, come over and eat quickly!"
Mother Zhao, with a loving look on her face, brought out the food from the kitchen.
Whenever he goes home, Zhao Feng can feel the only warmth.
"Thank you, mother...it's really delicious!"
Zhao Feng wolfed down his food for a while and his words were a bit slurred.
During the meal, neither Zhao Tianyang nor Mrs. Zhao spoke, and seemed to have stopped talking.
"Father, mother, what are you..."
Zhao Feng noticed that his parents' expressions were a little solemn, as if they had something to say.
Zhao Tianyang and his wife looked at each other and sighed.
"Let me tell you, not long ago, the senior leaders of the clan sent someone to communicate."
Zhao Tianyang paused slightly.
"A senior member of the clan?"
Zhao Feng was a little confused.
Zhao Tianyang looked solemn: "There are new regulations in the clan rules: if the children of the branch cannot break through the second level of martial arts, they will not be eligible to participate in the 'Family Martial Arts Tournament'; if...if they fail to reach the third level of martial arts before the age of fifteen, they will be beaten."
Return to your original branch."
What!
Zhao Feng's heart skipped a beat, and his expression changed drastically.
The family martial arts competition is an opportunity for the entire clan to test their performance. They are ranked higher than the previous ones. In addition to generous rewards, they also have the opportunity to become an inner-level disciple and be specially trained by the family.
Therefore, the family martial arts meeting is an opportunity for all the outer level disciples.
If you lose the qualification to participate in the family martial arts meeting, it is equivalent to being abandoned by the family!
What chills Zhao Feng the most is the last one: those who fail to reach the third level of martial arts before the age of fifteen will be relegated to their original clan.
"No, this is absolutely not possible..."
Zhao Feng's voice trembled slightly and he clenched his fists.
Neither he nor his parents had the shame to return to the Qingye Town branch.
"This clan rule is specifically for the children of the clan."
Mother Zhao's face showed no trace of confusion.
"Father, mother, don't worry, I will definitely practice harder and harder and break through to the second level of martial arts before the family martial arts meeting."
Zhao Feng gritted his teeth and his voice trembled slightly.
"There are still two months left for the clan meeting, and you need to register one month in advance. It may not be easy for you to break through to the second level of martial arts within a month."
Zhao Tianyang shook his head.
Only one month?
Zhao Feng's expression was gloomy, as if he was falling into the abyss.
If it takes two months and he works harder, he may still have 20% to 30% hope.
But he was completely unsure about breaking through to the second level of martial arts in a month!
There was silence for a long time.
Mrs. Zhao gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said softly: "Feng'er, no matter success or failure, we are proud of you... No big deal, we go back to Qingye Town, as long as you live a peaceful life."
"That's right! Back in Qingye Town, you are still the best among the children of the Zhao family - you would rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix!"
Zhao Tianyang nodded in agreement.
As parents, they all want their children to be stable, even if they are mediocre...
Back to Qingye Town?
"no!"
Zhao Feng shook his head vigorously: "I don't want to go back to Qingye Town and live like this mediocrity all my life!"
He once vowed: He must win a place in the Zhao family and create a world in Yuyang City.
In his heart, he longed for the ninth level of martial arts, the pinnacle of martial arts, and the big world outside...
How could I give up and go back like this?
Zhao Feng suppressed the moisture in the corners of his eyes, roared, and rushed out of the house.
"Feng'er! Stop being stubborn..."
My parents' urgent calls came to my ears.
Boom!
Suddenly, thunder exploded in the sky and it started pouring rain outside.
Zhao Feng was so frustrated that he looked up to the sky and howled before running in the heavy rain.
At this time, lightning flashed continuously in the sky, making the young man's face appear in varying light and dark.
"not good!"
Zhao Feng only felt a sense of depression. When he looked up, he was extremely shocked.
In his life, he had never seen such a powerful lightning, densely packed and intertwined like a spider web.
For a brief moment, the thunder and lightning above the head seemed to be twisted under the influence of some force and collapsed together with the space.
Uh-huh——
A black faint light swept across from the endless sky.
It passes through the dense thunder and lightning, causing ripples, which is as beautiful as a dream.
It is unimaginable how that "black faint light" exists, ignoring the power of nature's thunder and lightning.
Pop!
Zhao Feng felt numbness at his feet, his hair and clothes were burnt black, and the roaring in his ears stopped.
The whole world seemed to fall into dead silence in an instant.
"This is……"
His face was pale, and he looked at a strange black bead at his feet, which was like an eyeball and was transformed by the black light.
Thump! Thump…
The eyeball-shaped black bead seemed to be alive, making frequent beating sounds and "looking at each other" with Zhao Feng.
For some reason, the beating rhythm of the "eyeballs" seemed to perfectly match his heartbeat, giving Zhao Feng a sense of intimacy.
Somewhere somewhere, he heard some kind of call.
"Is this thing alive?"
He held his breath and looked alert and alert.
However, it was not yet time for him to take action.
Phew!
The eyeball-shaped black bead turned into an afterimage and pierced Zhao Feng's left eye.
"ah……"
Zhao Feng screamed and passed out.
The moment before he fell into coma, he only had one thought: It's over... he's blind!