In the face of Huang Shan's scolding, if he changed to Huang Liang in the past, he would definitely shrink his head and show a timid look.

But now Huang Liang is no longer there, but replaced by Song Yan.

He met Huangshan's slightly sharp eyes without fear: "Dad, I want to practice martial arts, I want to join the Qingwei School!"

Huang Shan was stunned, and he, who was waiting for death, only knew how his son who had done some affair had changed his temper.

"Why are you practicing martial arts?"

The shame appeared on Song Yan's face, with a bit of gritted teeth: "Yesterday, I was beaten by the **** girl, and I lost my face to my uncle's house, so I want to fight back. shame!"

"What the **** are you talking about? Are you practicing martial arts just to hit women!" Huang Shan rebuked again, although the tone was still severe, but his eyes were a little more joyful, and his son couldn't do anything about it, and this The honor is really ...

If you can slim down through martial arts, that's also great.

"I don't care, I just want to practice martial arts, and I want to join the Qingwei school!" Song Yan shouted.

Huang Shan was silent for a while and said, "It is not impossible to practice martial arts. I will arrange two martial arts teachers to teach you martial arts for your father. However, the Qingwei school is not so easy to join. You still have this idea!"

"Aren't you the owner of the city, do you dare not accept me?" Song Ye deliberately pretended to be stupid.

"Huh!" Huangshan could not help humming: "Lingzhou, Tianhe, and Yanzhou are all under the jurisdiction of the Qingwei School. My Lord seems to be prestigious, but he is always subject to the Qingwei Gate, and the Qingwei Gate is extremely strict in its apprenticeship If you have good qualifications, I'm fighting this old face, but it will allow you to join the Qingwei pie, but you really can't stand on the table, how can Qingweimen accept you! "

Speaking of which, Huangshan couldn't help but sigh: "How wise and brilliant is Huangshan to me, how can you give birth to a son like you? It's like a tiger father and a dog!"

"Are you narcissistic like this?" Song Ji muttered.

"What did you say?" Huang Shan glanced at him.

"Nothing said!"

"Well, your martial arts will be arranged for you by your father. For the past two days, you should stay here and reflect!"

With his sleeves flipped, Huang Shan strode out of the study.

However, the moment he turned around, his tiger's face suddenly became extremely brilliant.

Early morning two days later.

The city ’s main government ’s Yanwu Stadium, a fat figure is running around the Yanwu Stadium.

Standing on the edge of the Yanwu field, two young men dressed as subordinates looked at Song Yan, who was sweating on the Yanwu field, whispering.

"Xiaohu, why do you suddenly want to practice martial arts?"

Xiao Hu shook his lips: "It should be stimulated!"

Xiao Wushen nodded in agreement: "I think so too, but I guess our master can hold on for half an hour at most!"

"You're so daring, you dare to arrange a master, but I guess he can only hold on for a quarter of an hour!"

Then the two just snickered.

On the performance martial arts court, Song Ye only felt that his sweat was constantly going out, and then he ran for a while, and his clothes were all wet. In fact, it was really easy to restore his original slim figure, but it was too shocking. Therefore, he deliberately proposed to martial arts to Huangshan.

When you lose weight, it won't look abrupt.

One lap!

Two laps!

Three laps!

Five laps!

Gradually, Xiao Wu and Xiao Hu's faces were shocked, their mouths were slightly opened, and they were faintly unbelievable.

I do not know when, Huang Shan's figure appeared on the edge of Yanwu Stadium.

"How long has the young master run?"

"what!"

Hearing Huang Shan's voice, Xiao Wu and Xiao Hu quickly turned around to salute.

"Well, don't be polite!"

"Thank you, Master, the master has already run five full laps!" Xiaohu said.

Hearing that Huang Shan could not help but brighten his eyes. Did the **** really lose his temper? He glanced over the Yanwu Stadium, only to find that all the ground Song Song ran on became wet.

As soon as Huang Shan appeared, Song Yuan discovered it. He quietly restored the fat that was regularly trembling, so that he would not find out what he had been repaired by the master.

The value of force in this world is still very strong.

Take his two close servants, Xiao Wu and Xiao Hu, for example. Both of them have reached the level of refining gas, possessing great power, and the increase of mysterious energy and martial arts can reach at least 20,000 jin.

After another two laps, Song Kun deliberately carried the atmosphere back to the edge of Yanwu Stadium, and shouted at the two servants: "Stupidly standing, take water and towel!"

"Yes Yes!"

They quickly smiled and pleased with towels and cold water to welcome them.

"Master, please wipe your sweat."

"Master, please drink water!"

Song Yan grabbed the towel to wipe off the sweat on his face, and drank it with a drinking glass.

After a rest, he started to run the lap again, and looked at the two of them face to face, when did his young master become so diligent.

Three days passed.

Over the past three days, by just running a lap, Song Yan had lost 30 pounds and looked much more pleasing to the eye.

The fourth day.

Song Huan was still running in the martial arts field. Huang Shan arrived in a large practice gown.

"Dude boy, don't run away, come here for me!"

"Dad, do you have anything?" Song Yan ran over, wiped his sweat on his forehead and said.

Huang Shan was very tall and proudly said, "It looks like you are working hard, and I intend to teach you kung fu for my father!"

"Oh, it seems like I'm very strange!" Song murmured.

Hearing his muttering words, Huangshan could not help but be furious: "I do n’t know how to confuse things, how many people cry and worship me as a teacher, I do n’t want to teach, if you are not my son, just like you, even if Kneeling on the ground and begging me, I will not teach! "

"So you're very powerful?" Song Yan said deliberately and ignorantly.

"In Kaiyuan City, there can be no more than two hands to be the enemy of the father!" Huang Shan said quite contentedly.

"Che, I thought you were the best master in the world!" Song Yan smiled.

"Bad boy, split you for your father!" Huang Shan burst out.

At night, Wan Ye was silent. A candlelight was burning in the room, while Song Ye sat on the bed to practice the "Yao Yang Gong" taught to him by Huang Shan.

This "Yao Yang Gong" is very different from the real world martial art mentality.

In the real world, the martial arts mentality approached the path of refining and refining qi before entering the innate. Until it entered the innate, it would not be able to absorb the energy of the heavens and the earth.

This "Yao Yang Gong" incorporates the vitality of heaven and earth into the body through a special breath to nourish the body. Only by condensing the body to a certain degree, can it naturally breed true energy.

Breathing, Song Yong felt that a large amount of heaven and earth aura had penetrated into his body and tempered his body.

The vitality of the world in this world is so abundant that it is not weaker than the secret world, or even a little stronger.

There are nine levels of refining, and most people use strength as the standard.

Being able to punch five hundred pounds in one punch is the weight of refining.

If you can make a thousand pounds, it is the double of refining.

Hit two thousand pounds of strength, triple for the body.

Hitting four thousand pounds of strength is the fourfold of refining.

Hitting five thousand pounds of force was five weights for refining the body.

...

Nine pounds of force can be used for refining the body.