Broken Night

Chapter 542 - Self-created penance

The right hand flicked out, slanting and looking effortless. At the same time, his body collapsed like his right arm, unspeakably ugly. But it was such an ugly palm. While avoiding the [Liuguang Fist], the right palm hit Chen Bin's cheek crisply.

Mixed with the palm of Wen Li, and when the old strength was just exhausted and the new strength was not yet born, Chen Bin was suddenly knocked out and fell to the ground while touching his face.

Even Wen Hui stared at his right hand in a daze, unable to control himself for a long time.

Xu Yan, who was behind him, nodded secretly, this kid is really talented.

Chen Bin got up, his face full of shame, anger and unwillingness: "You are just a waste! How can you be qualified to defeat me!?"

Everyone has seen this and has seen that after Mr. Qi taught Wen Hui a trick, Chen Bin was no longer his opponent.

"Okay." Hong Tianming said, his face was not very good-looking. After all, Xu Yan directly interfered with the assessment of the martial arts hall, which seemed to give him a little face. But the gentleman from the dignified Yunfu came to this small martial arts hall to watch the ceremony, what else could he say?

"Wen Hui won and passed the test."

Wen Hui still stood there in a daze.

And Chen Bin could only kneel on the ground slumped, tears of remorse all over his face.

Xu Yan spoke again: "Where do you want to go?"

Wen Hui suddenly turned around and knelt down when he heard the words, "Mr. Xie's instructions, please accept me as a disciple."

Everyone was in an uproar, this Wen Hui is really clever, and now he is worshipping Mr. Qi as his teacher! ? It has to be said that it is difficult to compare among peers. If Wenhui really worshipped Mr. Qi, and Yunfu’s hands and eyes were sky-high, who could guarantee that he couldn’t let this 14-year-old waste break through the Xiantian Palace go against the sky?

When Xu Yan heard the words, he categorically refused: "I'm going down the mountain, but I don't have time to accept apprentices."

Wen Hui's face showed disappointment, and only then did Xu Yan realize that he looked like a fourteen-year-old child.

Xu Yan thought for a while: "Come with me, it won't help you here."

After he finished speaking, he really turned around and left.

Jin Qianji and Lan Mingxin looked at each other speechlessly, this Xu Yan is really...

Jin Qianji smiled apologetically at Hong Tianming: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Then the two stood up and followed Xu Yan to leave, leaving behind Hong Tianming who was full of shame and anger.

Sun Xingu looked at their backs thoughtfully.

Everyone thinks that Jin Qianji is more like the unpredictable and unpredictable worldly master of Yunfu, but when Xu Yan said it, he just walked away.

Come prosperous, come back happy.

This is the style of an immortal!

Unconsciously, Xu Yan's figure in Sun Xingu's eyes became taller.

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"Sir, where are we going?" Wen Hui followed behind and asked.

Xu Yan stopped: "Yes, where are you going?"

Wen Hui was speechless, he just felt that this gentleman was very unreliable. At this time, Jin Qianji and Lan Mingxin caught up.

"Let's go to Wenhui where you live first, shall we?"

Wen Hui was a little embarrassed: "Uh... I live in a small place, I'm afraid it will make the two gentlemen uncomfortable..." Xu Yan waved his hand: "Let's go."

Wen Hui was stunned again: "Where are you going?"

"Go to your house?"

"...Sir, did you listen to me?"

"Don't talk nonsense, lead the way."

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Seriously, Xu Yan, Jin Qianji, and Lan Mingxin are only a few years older than Wen Hui. But after all, their reputation is too high, and their way of doing things is either sophisticated or uninhibited, and it is difficult to associate their real age at all.

After a long time, the group of four finally came to Wen Hui's house.

Wen Hui's home is really not big. There is only one room in the house. In the small main hall, in addition to a table for eating, there is also a small bed, which is where Wen Hui sleeps. It's just that there are two comfortable bamboo chairs outside their house, probably sitting there to bask in the sun and watch the stars.

"Mom, I'm back." Wen Hui shouted, and then tapped his head: "Uh... sorry, I forgot that Mom was at work. Has your husband had lunch?"

The three of them looked at each other.

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After a while, Wen Hui came out of the stove, and there were three more dishes and three bowls of rice on the table.

Wen Hui scratched his head: "Sorry, I've never cooked for anyone other than my mother, and I don't know how it tastes." But Xu Yan didn't even listen, and picked up the wooden chopsticks to eat. Jin Qianji smiled slightly and started to eat.

Lan Mingxin chuckled: "That's a good job."

Wen Hui smirked a few times, unaware that the woman who was talking to him was in charge of the meals for the seven disciples of the Yun residence for four years together with Mr. San.

The three of them were eating. Although they were all used to eating good food, this kind of home-cooked dishes, which came from day and night practice and thousands of hammerings, also had a unique flavor.

After eating, Xu Yan and Jin Qianji each found a bamboo chair to spread out comfortably outside the house. Lan Mingxin took out the tea leaves from the colorful stone with a smile, and went to the stove to boil water to prepare the tea. Only Wen Hui was still standing outside the house dumbfounded, watching the two gentlemen go dumbfounded.

He just felt that today was too dreamy.

Yesterday he was just a waste, passers-by would not notice him. Today, there are two gentlemen from Yunfu lying outside the house!

He carefully pinched the flesh of his thigh. Is this a dream?

Thinking of this, Wen Hui immediately let go.

If this is a dream, how wonderful it would be to never wake up.

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Where did Wen Hui's small actions deceive Xu Yan and Jin Qianji?

Jin Qianji suddenly said, "Why don't you practice the exercises?"

Wen Hui was stagnant, unable to speak.

If there were martial masters or disciples from the five martial arts gymnasiums where Wen Hui was once here, they would be shocked. Wen Hui did not practice the exercises! ?

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No matter the tattoo artist or tattoo artist in the world, even the tattoo artist in ancient times, the training methods are similar. To break through the Xiantian Palace, you can only rely on running the exercises to absorb the power that is free between heaven and earth, turn it into your own grain power, and fully repair the Xiantian Palace before you can break through the realm.

If it is a mortal, let alone practicing exercises, I am afraid that even the power between heaven and earth cannot be felt.

Without practicing the exercises, how can we cultivate the strength of the lines?

It's just that both Xu Yan and Jin Qianji asked Wen Hui in a confident tone. It is more because there was a similar record in the Yuncong Book Pavilion.

Thousands of years ago, the world was in chaos. The major sects were destroyed, and the practice fell into a terrible fault. Many of the strong legacy of the past have disappeared without a trace. The number of cultivators in those 100 years was pitifully small. So, how did the first group of cultivators train?

It is relying on self-created exercises.

It's just that the self-created exercises are incomplete and extremely difficult. Nine times out of ten, they end in failure and end up being a mediocre life.

Wen Hui in front of him is only fourteen years old, but he is already creating his own exercises.

How could Xu Yan and Jin Qianji not be moved by this?