Qingyang Village is located to the east of the Far West Land, among the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers under the control of Zhenwu Shengzong.
The rising sun was rising in the east and the sky was slightly bright. At this time, in the square in front of Qingyang Village, a large group of teenagers got up early and started doing morning exercises under the leadership of Coach Mo, the strongest person in the village.
Coach Mo is the strongest person in Qingyang Village and the only one in the village who is at the ninth level of the spiritual vein realm.
He has a long back and a muscular waist, with bulging muscles. He is wearing a black vest, and the hair on the top of his head is a kind of afro, all messy on the top of his head.
At this moment, he stood in front of these young people and said loudly: "You must understand that you are not the children of those big families, you do not have good skills, and you will not have various pills to assist you from the beginning.
The only thing you can rely on is yourself, and the only thing you can do is work hard.
In addition to hard work, a strong person is shaped by ninety-nine percent hard work and one percent talent, do you understand?"
"Understood," all the teenagers shouted in unison. At this moment, they were gaiting, their little faces were red, but their eyes were full of hope and desire for the future and martial arts.
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In the last row of these teenagers, there is also a teenager who looks much thinner than the other teenagers.
At this moment, the young man was clenching his teeth, his face was pale, and he insisted on walking for a long time, unwilling to give up easily.
The young man was wearing a white coat of coarse cloth with patches sewn on it. He had a handsome face, and from the side he had rather pointed eyebrows and starry eyes.
He has firm eyes and a stubbornness that is inconsistent with his peers.
Standing next to this young man was a young girl with long hair flowing down her back. Her skin was as good as snow, her lips were red and her teeth were white, and her nose was high.
Especially those eyes, like a pool of clear water, can make everything eclipse when looking at it.
Although the girl was wearing a cheap white shirt, it still couldn't hide her stunning appearance.
Even though he is still young, he has already grown into a slim figure.
"Brother Chu Yang, are you okay?" The girl looked at the stubborn persistence of the young man in front of her and asked with distress.
"Xiao'er, don't worry, I'm fine," the young man named Chu Yang forced a smile and shook his head.
However, as soon as the young man finished speaking, his body suddenly became weak and lost all strength, and he fell directly to the ground.
"Brother Chu Yang, please rest for a while," the girl quickly helped Chu Yang and sat down under the big tree next to him.
The young men in the field looked at this scene with some unbalanced envy in their hearts.
"I don't understand how Baili Xiao, with such a good condition, could fall in love with a loser like Chu Yang."
A young man next to him complained in a low voice.
After all, this girl named Baili Xiao is the goddess in the hearts of all the teenagers in Qingyang Village, but she only has Chu Yang in her eyes, turning a blind eye to other teenagers and being extremely cold.
"That's right," a young man next to me continued: "If she follows me, I will have several cows at home and I won't have to worry about food and water for the rest of my life.
And this Chu Yang, his parents died when he was young, and even he survived because of the help of the villagers. Moreover, he has been a drug addict since he was a child, has a weak body, and is a typical good-for-nothing."
The teenagers in the field immediately started talking, while Coach Mo next to him frowned slightly, looking at the chaotic scene in the field.
There was secret spiritual energy in his voice, and he shouted loudly: "Why are you all arguing? Are you too relaxed? Everyone, please run ten laps around the village for me later."
After hearing Coach Mo's words, the teenagers in the field suddenly became quiet, and all of them had grimaces on their faces.
"Next, I will practice a set of Tiger Fist for you. Pay attention to each one carefully. This Tiger Fist is a Huang-level pulse technique. I will only demonstrate it once," Coach Mo said proudly.
He knew very well that for these young people who had just come into contact with martial arts, he not only had to let them understand the difficulties of practicing martial arts, but also gave these young people some expectations and temptations.
Under the surprised and curious eyes of all the teenagers, Coach Mo held his chest up and raised his head. He clenched his right hand into a fist, and his body was filled with spiritual energy.
The whole person's aura seemed to transform into a fierce tiger, and a pale yellow light shrouded his fists.
Then he let out a soft drink, rose into the air, and struck hard at the rocks next to him.
With a "boom" sound, the rocks fell apart and dust flew up.
Coach Mo exhaled a long breath, walked forward proudly, and said: "If any of you completes body tempering first and advances to the spiritual pulse realm, I will teach him the Tiger Fist."
Hearing this, the young men in the field were all excited. They were all very ambitious, and their eyes were filled with blazing flames of secret competition.
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At this moment, I saw a young man pointing to the sky, raising his head and saying, "Coach Mo, there is someone flying in the sky."
"Don't make trouble," Coach Mo kicked the boy. A Pulse user who can fly in the air is at least a strong person in the Air Pulse realm.
When Coach Mo was young, he worked as an errand in Xuanyuan City and was the city patroller of Xuanyuan City. At that time, he was majestic and majestic.
No matter where he goes, the vendors who set up stalls will run away when they see him, scared to death.
Well, city patrollers also have another name, called city management.
He is also a person who has seen the world, but even in Xuanyuan City, the strongest person is only at the true pulse level.
It was still a big level away from the Kongmai Realm. The Kongmai Realm was something he had never seen in his life.
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The young man said aggrievedly: "Really, I didn't lie to you."
Coach Mo was about to educate the young man again when he suddenly felt a strong pressure coming from above.
He turned around quickly, his scalp numb for a moment.
He saw a woman slowly descending from the sky. The woman's body was full of momentum. In his perception, it seemed to be boundless and unfathomable.
"I wonder why this gentleman comes to our Qingyang Village," Coach Mo quickly stepped forward to greet him.
"Is this Qingyang Village?" Xiao Yuexuan asked uncertainly.
"Yes, yes," Coach Mo nodded quickly.
"Then do you know a woman named Xiao Qingya?" Xiao Yuexuan asked with a cold voice and a hint of hope.
"Xiao Qingya, it sounds a bit familiar," Coach Mo said thoughtfully.
"You should have the impression that she lived here decades ago," Xiao Yuexuan said quickly.
"Oh, I remembered it," Coach Mo patted his head and suddenly realized.
"Where is she?" Xiao Yuexuan asked anxiously.
"She's dead," Coach Mo said silently.
"Dead," Xiao Yuexuan was a little absent-minded, her figure was visibly trembling and she took a step back, her face pale, "How could she be dead!"
"Oh, by the way, she still has a daughter left behind," Coach Mo suddenly said.
"Can you please speak clearly once and for all?" Xiao Yuexuan glared at Coach Mo, her body full of energy.
