Douluo's life to the end

Chapter 14

Time flies, I don't know what year and what night, the Pope's Palace in Wuhun City.

At this time, a boy with blond hair and pride in his eyes, about five or six years old, was practicing a set of exercises unknown in this world on the training ground 2000 meters in front of the Pope's Palace. Boxing.

The vigorous wind of the fist cut through the air in front of him like a sharp sword, whistling, reverberating in this training ground, and a set of boxing techniques was quickly practiced.It's just that the little boy didn't stop in the slightest, and continued to pick up the starting moves of boxing, and continued to practice from the beginning.

Over and over again, this boxing technique was quickly practiced by the little boy no less than ten times. At this time, his delicate face was flushed, and a trace of anger was shining in his blue eyes.

"hu~hu~"

Taking a deep breath, the little boy practiced No. 20 times. At this time, he was struggling to untie the weight tied to his limbs. The weight fell to the ground and stirred up waves of dust. Obviously the weight was not light. This is his daily weight since he was three years old. The amount of practice that must be done.

At the back of the training ground were an old man and a young man, among them was a young man who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old and was dressed in a black suit.He has a well-proportioned figure and handsome features. His long black hair is tied up with a hemp rope and flutters in the wind. He looks handsome, tall and straight, and extraordinary.

Next to the young man was an old man with white beard and hair, wearing a golden robe. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking kind and kind, but his eyes were full of energy. He was by no means an ordinary old man.

The old man looked at the little boy unloading the weight, nodded involuntarily, and cautiously asked the boy next to him: "Grandpa Gaozu (grandpa's grandfather), Ji'er's black tiger boxing practice should be okay!"

This is an incredible scene. An old man who looks nearly a hundred years old would call a young man Grandpa Gao, but it happened at this time.

The young man pursed his lips, glared at the sickness in the old man's mouth, and said bitterly: "You can still be a ghost, after three years of practice, you can barely integrate it, don't even talk about practicing Black Tiger Fist. I agree."

The old man who said these words was dumbfounded, and he couldn't help retorting, can fisting be developed so casually?
If the fist can be practiced so easily, then the Pozhi clan's famous Pozhi spear power and the Chen family's Seven Kills Sword Intent, which is known as the mainland's number one attacking Wuhun Seven Killing Sword, would all become popular goods ?
The old man complained in his heart, but he didn't dare to say more, the first rank of official rank crushes people to death, and it's even more serious when the seniority grows up.

"Also, Xiao Liuer, how did you become the Pope? The so-called No. [-] sect in the mainland, Haotianzong, has been jumping like this recently, and you haven't expressed it at all?"

"Is it possible that you want my old bones to show off their residual heat? Help you kill their arrogance again?"

The old man was just shocked by Qian Daoliu's rumors. The ancestor of Qian Chongling was about 400 years old. Although he looked young, he might spiral up to the sky in the next second.

If the ancestors knew that the ancestor Qian Chongling dragged a bunch of old bones out to help the Wuhun Hall, and died halfway, it would be fine, but if he died halfway through the fight, then what would Qian Daoliu look like to see him? Patriarchs of heaven.

Qian Daoliu said hastily: "Let's leave the fighting and killing to our young people. Ancestor, you can eat what you want, drink what you want, and play what you want."

Qian Zhongling shrugged his shoulders, with an indifferent look, and said slowly: "Hey, the Qian family is really not as good as the next generation. Thinking back to your grandfather and me, I didn't dare to fart the so-called upper three sects alone. put one."

Qian Daoliu listened to the ancestor Qian Chongling recalling his past years with a dark face, wanted to interrupt but didn't dare to interrupt, so he could only listen silently.

After a while, Qian Chongling finally stopped recalling, he said: "Xiao Liuer, you think Xiao Xiaoji can practice to this level, so that's fine."

"By the time I'm level 95, I'll be beaten by a brat who has just stepped into the realm of Title Douluo, then it's too late."

"Grandpa Gaozu is joking again, how can a Super Douluo who has been promoted to level 95 with our Qianjia Seraphim spirit be defeated by a person who has just entered this realm?" Qian Daoliu said helplessly.

"Just pamper him, and you'll know when the time comes." After finishing speaking, Qian Chongling walked out of the training ground step by step without waiting for Qian Daoliu and his son to say anything.

Qian Daoliu curled his lips, and said in his heart: "I am old and have a son, can I not pamper you?"

Seeing Qian Zhongling walking away, the panting Qian Xun Ji said to his father Qian Daoliu with lingering fear: "Papa, is he really the ancestor of our Qian family?"

Qian Daoliu was taken aback for a moment, and then he slapped him with a big slap. Chihiro Ji was stunned, and Qian Daoliu said, "Your father, your grandfather, your grandfather's father are all watched by the ancestors." When you grow up, can this still be fake?"

"Even if you suspect that you are not my own, you can't doubt your ancestors!"

Having said that, Qian Daoliu suddenly slapped him again.

I have to say, this feeling is not bad, no wonder the ancestors like to touch the younger generation with the iron fist of love so much!I will try more in the future, Qian Daoliu thought to himself.

Chihiro Ji: Two old guys, are you polite?

As for why Chihiro Ji thought so, it was because he was beaten by Qian Chong since he was a child, and he was beaten every three days, and every five days, and he doubted his life.

And why did Qian Zhongling fight Chihiro Ji?Chamber of Secrets Douluo, if you don't hit me, who will you hit?

Now that he has become your ancestor, he can hit you whenever he wants. If he is in a good mood, he can beat you to celebrate, and if he is not in a good mood, he can beat you to vent his anger.
So Qian Zhongling enjoyed it.

"By the way, I've been very quiet recently, and I'm planning to go on a trip to the mainland. If I die, I'll ask someone to bring my ashes back."

The words floating in the distance interrupted the thoughts of Qian Daoliu and his son, especially Qian Daoliu couldn't help but burst into tears at this time.

As a level 99 Peerless Douluo, he naturally knows that he has reached a certain level, and he can roughly know that his limit is approaching.

In the eyes of Qian Daoliu, Qian Chongling, who has lived for more than 400 years, can be regarded as unprecedented, so Qian Daoliu is not surprised, after all, he is already prepared in his heart.

Qian Chongling sent away Qian Daoliu's father, grandpa, and great-grandfather, and now it was finally his turn for Qian Daoliu to send Qian Chongling away.

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath and said, "Respectfully send off the ancestor!"

Qian Xunji's eyes focused, and when he came back to his senses, he also said: "Greetings to the ancestor!"

Qian Chongling: What the hell?Are you two little bastards cursing me?It's not clear who will send it to whom, just wait and see!
After Qian Zhongling walked away, Qian Xun waved his hand quickly, beckoned the maid to hand over a towel, wiped off the hot sweat on his body, and tidied up the mirror in the maid's hand before leaving Yanwu with Qian Daoliu field.

Because today is Chihiro Ji's sixth birthday, and it is also the day to awaken his martial soul!
(End of this chapter)