Introduction:
The unknown virus infects the world, and the world has changed greatly. Fang Hong, a senior in high school, awakens the five ancient gods, rises against the trend, pushes all the way, and explodes the world!
Chapter One Young Fang Hong
Earth, years.
At noon, the sun was shining.
The earth seemed to be scorched, and the entire Chuzhou City was filled with waves of heat.
As humans continue to destroy the earth's ozone layer and the environment, the earth's temperature is getting higher and higher. It is now December, but it is still extremely hot.
In the exercise hall of Chihong Wushu Hall in Chuzhou City, a 17-year-old boy with long hair is practicing his palms over and over again, his palms are powerful and powerful, and every palm brings a strong wind.
The boy’s complexion is bronze, his figure is not tall, he looks like 1.75 meters, with sword eyebrows, star eyes, handsome, thin, naked upper body, full of strong muscles. As the boy keeps practicing his palms, his body is flowing. There was a faint red air current.
Just as the young man practiced his palms tirelessly over and over again, a voice sounded: "Yes, Fang Hong, your Xuanyang Gong has finally entered the fifth level."
A middle-aged man in his 40s walked in.
When the young Fang Hong saw the middle-aged man coming in, he stopped practicing his palms and said with a smile: "Master, you are here."
The middle-aged man is the owner of Chihong Wushu Hall, namely Fang Hong's master Yan Chihong.
Fang Hong came to Yan Chihong, scratching his head, a little embarrassed: "I also just broke through last night."
Yan Chihong looked at Fang Hong with a gratified expression: "If Master accepted you as a disciple a few years earlier, you might already be a senior warrior now!"
He only accepted Fang Hong as his disciple two years ago. Within two years, Fang Hong had cultivated the Xuanyang Gong to the fifth level, and he couldn't help but marvel at such a speed of cultivation.
Xuanyang Gong entered the fifth level, which meant that Fang Hong was already a fifth-stage martial artist!
At the age of seventeen, Wudan martial artist, even among the younger generation of Chuzhou, is still outstanding.
"Have you tested your boxing power?" Yan Chihong asked Fang Hong.
"Not yet, I came to the martial arts gym in the morning and practiced Prajna Vajra palm." Fang Hong said.
"Let's go, let's test your punch strength." Yan Chihong said, and then led Fang Hong to the strength tester.
Fang Hong stood still, ran the fifth level of Xuanyang Gong, and slammed his fist on the tester.
Huh!
The tester made a loud sound.
The value kept soaring, and it broke through in an instant and stopped.
"Pound! Yes, as soon as he broke through the fifth stage martial artist, his fist strength is pounded!" Yan Chihong smiled, and then stroked his chin with a short beard, which was his habitual signature movement.
"Pound! Xiao Honghong, that's not bad, I'm about to catch up with your sister and me." At this moment, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl with a sweet smile came in.
The girl wore a long braid, which was waist-length, and her skin was as curly fat. She looked very beautiful, especially her eyes, which was very charming.
The girl came to Fang Hong's side, patted Fang Hong's shoulder, and said jokingly: "In the future, sister will rely on you to cover her."
Fang Hong smiled bitterly: "Senior Sister, you don't need me to cover it."
The girl is the daughter of his master Yan Chihong, named Yan Wan'er, two years younger than him. However, because he was late in apprenticeship, the girl was called Senior Sister.
Yan Chihong smiled and said, "Okay, don't make fun of Fang Hong. However, Fang Hong came to practice the exercises a long time ago. What a lazy person like you, came here after the sun reaches your toes, so don't look at it. What time is it, it's noon."
Yan Wan'er came over to Yan Chihong and said happily, "It's a rare Sunday today, Dad, you take me to Lushan."
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