Wu Lin Jiu Tian

"Look, that trash is still practicing. Unfortunately, no matter how hard you try, you can't get rid of the title of trash."

"Sigh, I really didn't expect that the son of a strong man who was famous in Donglin County in the past turned out to be a complete waste."

"Innate insufficiency, doomed to be unable to achieve any achievements in martial arts, hey, it corresponds to an old saying, people's fate is destined..."

In the wide martial arts arena paved with cyan stone slabs, harsh discussions can be heard endlessly.

The focus of everyone's discussion was a handsome young man.

"Practice!" "Practice!" "Practice!"

At this moment, the boy didn't care about the voices of the people around him, he kept punching with both arms, and hit the dilapidated wooden stake in front of him, making a muffled "bang bang" sound.

The young man was young, and his body was a little thin, but his face showed determination.

"why!"

"Why is there no return for the effort!"

"I work harder than anyone else, but until now, I'm still on the threshold of the third level of strength training, and I can't cross it for a long time. If this continues, those children who have just started to practice will surpass me!"

I don't know how many punches he punched, the boy's strength was exhausted, and he stopped just now, leaning on the wooden stake with one hand, panting heavily.

Looking at the wooden stake that was close at hand, the young man clenched his fists tightly, bit his lower lip hard, with a look of unwillingness in his eyes.

This boy, named Song Fan, is a child of the Song family in Donglin County.To be precise, it is the famous "trash" son of the Song family.

At the age of 14, he is still in the second level of training, which is indeed useless.

In the ancient Hua dynasty, martial arts was practiced, and strength was valued. People with low strength would be looked down upon wherever they went.Therefore, the children of the Song family in the martial arts arena looked down on Song Fan from the bottom of their hearts.

"Insufficient inborn origin, grass, damn it, you play with me!"

Song Fan shook his hand vigorously, his expression was full of resentment and resentment.

Martial arts cultivation is all about talent, those with high talent can practice quickly, while those with low talent can practice slowly.

When he was six years old, his potential in martial arts was tested. Song Fan's innate talent was insufficient and he was not suitable for practicing martial arts.

For eight years, even though he knew that his talent was extremely poor, Song Fan still did not stop practicing.

Getting up early and working late every day, practicing day after day and year after year, but the result of hard work is almost despairing!

"It's not that I don't work hard, it's really unfair!"

"Insufficient inborn origin? This kind of chance is one in a million, and it will fall on me!"

"Are I, Song Fan, doomed to be a mediocre person in this life?"

"Ah……"

Song Fan's lower lip was bitten with deep bloodstains, and a wry smile emerged from the corner of his mouth. Under the gaze of many strange eyes, he walked towards his courtyard.

When Song Fan returned to his courtyard, it was already sunset.

Song Fan's status in the Song family is very low, and the courtyard is much simpler than ordinary Song family children, and it is not like those elite children who are accompanied by servants when they go in and out.

Glancing at the courtyard not far away, Song Fan took a deep breath before striding into it.

"Hey, isn't this "trash" Song Fan? Why, come back so early today, don't you want to practice?"

However, at this moment, a disdainful voice reached Song Fan's ears.

Then I saw a handsome young man in a white robe and brocade hat walking over, followed by a servant with a low eyebrow.

"Song Zhen!"

Song Fan recognized the person who came at a glance. It was Song Zhen, a child of the Song family.

Song Zhen was about the same age as Song Fan, and he was already at the fourth level of strength training, a lot higher than Song Fan. Even the servant behind him had reached the third level of strength training.

Seeing that it was Song Zhen who came, Song Fan ignored his sarcastic words, turned around and walked towards his courtyard.

Song Fan knew clearly that he couldn't afford to offend Song Zhen.Song Zhen not only has a higher level of cultivation than Song Fan, but also his father is the current head of the Song family and controls the affairs of the Song family.

Because of this, even though Song Zhen was not a child of the elite, he was accompanied by servants when he went in and out.

"Song Fan, you are deaf or something, you didn't hear my young master talking to you!"

Seeing that Song Fan was ignoring his own words, Song Zhen's face turned ugly, and the servants at the side immediately shouted at Song Fan.

"Hmph!" Song Fan turned his head subconsciously, and gave the servant next to Song Zhen a hard look. Although his status in the family was low, he was a young master after all, and he was not something a servant could offend.

"Hey, I haven't seen you for a few days. Young Master Song Fan is very powerful! It depends on the owner to beat a dog. It seems that you don't take me, Song Zhen seriously."

Song Zhen approached two steps forward, gritted his teeth and said, the syllables of the word "eldest young master" were purposely drawn very long.In Song Zhen's view, the slaves are speaking for themselves, and Song Fan who looks at his slaves is tantamount to being disrespectful to himself.

"Huh?" Song Fan's face changed slightly.

"Master, according to this servant, this trash has been too comfortable recently, why not let this servant loosen his muscles and bones." The servant beside him said flatteringly.

"Well, that's fine, don't be too harsh." Song Zhen frowned, nodded and said.

Logically speaking, it is a serious crime for a slave to offend the young master, which cannot be forgiven.

But for one thing, Song Fan, a good-for-nothing young master, has no higher status in the family than a servant. Besides, Song Zhen expected that with Song Fan's temper, he would not tell this matter.

"Hey, Song Fan, what kind of shit young master are you? In my eyes, you are nothing more than a waste. Now, I will let you clearly know the consequences of offending my young master."

The servant grinned, took two steps forward, and grabbed Song Fan's shoulder.

"Evil slave, be bold!"

Song Fan was furious, he didn't expect this servant to offend him, the next one!

"Hey, lie down!" The servant sneered again and again.

With Song Zhen's approval, the servant didn't have any scruples, and concentrated all his strength on his arm at once.Song Fan took a few steps back, but his own strength was too weak, and he was thrown out by a single negligence, and fell like a dog eating shit.

"Well, you evil slave, how dare you commit an offense! I will report to the Patriarch later, so that you can't afford to go around. At that time, even Song Zhen can't protect you!"

Song Fan fell hard this time. He supported the ground several times with his arms, but failed to get up. He coughed twice and shouted angrily.

"You still want to tell the Patriarch?"

The servant's heart skipped a beat, with a ferocious look in his eyes, he took two steps towards Song Fan, his eyes fell on a piece of old green copper hanging around the latter's neck, and he said with a sinister smile: "Song Fan, I saw that piece You wear the green copper piece all day, it must be a good treasure, why don't you give it to my young master."

While talking, the servant reached out and grabbed Song Fan's chest.

"Green Copper Fragment!"

Song Fan's eyes sharpened sharply, and there was a worn-out green copper plate hanging on his chest. It was the only thing left to him by his father, and it was more precious than life in his eyes.

Song Fan's father is called Song Tianxing, and he is a very powerful martial arts expert.He used to be the strongest member of the Song family, and he had a great reputation in the huge Donglin County.

Eight years ago, Song Tianxing left Donglin County and traveled to the mainland, leaving this piece of green copper to Song Fan.

Seeing that the servant wanted to snatch the green copper piece, Song Fan immediately jumped up and resisted desperately!