"Zhuang Yi, who will your opponent tomorrow?"

Under the sunset, a figure in white clothes sat on the grass by the lake with her knees in her arms. The lake surface was sparkling, and the golden light jumped on her face. On her clothes...com formed a beautiful picture.

Aside, a boy was slowly gesturing with his hands, stopped from time to time, lowered his head and thought for a while, and then gestded one by one.

Hearing her question, the boy stopped his movements, walked to the lake with his hands behind his back, raised his foot and kicked a stone under his feet into the lake, and there was a "boom" sound.

The winter sunset shone on his face, and the angular face had already revealed its edges and shaped into a large shadow, making his eyes look as bright as stars.

He slowly spoke, "Tomorrow is the last game, to Zhuang Qizhen." Speaking of this name, although the boy's tone was plain, a sharp light flashed in his bright eyes.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the sound of leaves blew sounded on both sides of the valley.

Neither of them spoke.

The sunset sinks little by little, pulling the shadows of the two of them longer and longer.

"I know, you will definitely win." The girl's clear and soothing voice rang quietly.

Zhuang Yi turned her head and saw a hint of hatred on her cold face. When she moved her heart, she rarely showed feelings on her face.

Some memories of Xiao Zhuangyi rose in my heart.

Minglong was still young, because of her status as a foreigner, and only her mother was by her side and no father. The peers of the dealer often bullied her.

Among them, the most overwhelming one is Zhuang Qizhen.

One day, Zhuang Qizhen and a group of children surrounded Xiao Minglong in the middle.

"You are a bastard without a father." Zhuang Qizhen, who was only seven years old, insulted Minglong with extremely viciousness.

Someone took the lead, and a group of children also started to make excuses and cursed, "Battle, wild breed, wild breed..."

The thin little Minglong stood there, stubbornly pursing his lips without saying a word.

Seeing that she did not respond, Zhuang Qi became even more angry. He picked up a stone from the ground and smashed it at her, cursing, "Get out, you a foreigner, get out."

The sharp stone hit Xiao Minglong's forehead, slashed her skin, and blood instantly flowed into her face. Even though she was trembling with pain, she still didn't make any noise.

Just as the children cursed, "Get out, get out", Xiao Zhuangyi, who was only five years old, happened to pass by. When he saw this scene, he was immediately angry and picked up a stick from the side.

"Don't bully her." He cursed and rushed into the crowd.

When the children saw Zhuang Yi coming over viciously, they were immediately frightened and dispersed.

Zhuang Yi was red in his eyes, staring at Zhuang Qizhen, the culprit, and smashed the stick in his hand with a chuck.

Although Zhuang Qizhen was two years old, he had no weapons on his hands and was shocked by his aura. He was smashed to tears and howls and covered in wounds.

Afterwards, the parents of both sides were alarmed, and the grandfather who was the patriarch was protected. In addition, Zhuang Qizhen beat people first, so Zhuang Yi was just out of righteous indignation. In the end, Zhuang Yi was not punished, while Zhuang Qizhen was punished to think about his mistakes behind closed doors.

It was at that time that Zhuang Yi and Zhuang Qizhen’s ties began to form.

Since then, there has been a small tail behind Xiao Zhuang Yi. Xiao Minglong, who is a little introverted, seems to have identified Xiao Zhuang Yi and will follow him wherever he goes.

"Not only do I want to win." Seeing these past events, Zhuang Yi's expression became extremely gentle, "And, I will beat him into a pig's head and vent my anger for you."

Minglong's cold little face was slightly stunned, his eyes swept across Zhuang Yi's face, turned his head slightly, and looked at the clear lake water. The smile at the corner of his mouth was like the ripples of the lake water, rippling little by little.

In my ears, the tender, but extremely serious voice sounded again, "If he dares to bully you next time, tell me that I will beat him into a pig's head and vent my anger for you."

"Go back."

Looking to the west, the sun had completely set, and in the sky, there was only a golden afterglow. Zhuang Yi clapped his hands, picked up his clothes from the stones by the lake and put them on, and said.

When I got home, Yue Niang was already waiting there.

No words all night.

The next morning, Zhuang Yi rushed to the valley, practiced long fists, moved his hands and feet, and sat on the huge rock by the lake.

He did not practice true qi, but just sat there, regulating his breathing, allowing him to completely relax.

The mind slowly immerses in a state where there is no external object in the mind. Let every muscle in the body reach the best state.

Every detail of the first six battles, a montage flashed through his mind, and he carefully understood the gains and losses of each move.

These six battles are extremely valuable experience. Although the six opponents are not strong, they play a crucial role in his growth.

He vaguely saw a door opening to him.

Today, he will face his first real enemy in this world. Only win, not lose.

Zhuang Yi saw from the beginning and end in every battle between Zhuang Qizhen. He had a rough estimate of his strength.

Zhuang Qizhen practiced the eighth-grade martial arts and the three-yang skills. The true energy has reached the peak of a middle-grade martial arts disciple. Moreover, when he met at the family gate last time, he showed his eighth-grade martial arts, Red Fire Palm.

Suddenly, Zhuang Yi opened his eyes and stood up from the stone, "Time is up."

Today is the seventh day of the competition, and the other groups have already decided the winner, leaving only the lowest-grade martial artist and the middle-grade martial artist group with the largest number.

The young middle-grade martial arts group must decide the winner today.

In the ancestral hall, the head of the Zhuang family and several core elders were sitting around. They were talking about today's competition.

"I didn't expect Zhuang Yi to win and reach the finals." The fifth elder flipped through the record book in his hand and sighed, "I thought he could only reach the third round at most."

A high talent for cultivation does not mean that one has strong comprehension ability. Many people with extremely high talent are not as good as those with average talent in understanding martial arts.

There were very few people who had both. In the past, there was only one dealer, and that was Zhuang Xiaoyue.

Now, there is another dealer. Although it is quite inferior to Zhuang Xiaoyue, it has surpassed other peers in the family.

"Such a talented boy, but..." The fifth elder sighed softly, with a very regretful tone.

The other elders had a hint of embarrassment flashed across their faces. Although the fifth elder had not finished speaking, they all knew what he meant. No matter how talented Zhuang Yi was, he would not stay in the banker in the future.

Even if Zhuang Yi and the Mei family had a falling out, with the anger he showed that day, the possibility of him staying at the Zhuangjia was slim.

Could it be that they should let go of their figure and beg him? This is absolutely impossible.
Chapter completed!