Shuangjiang City, China.
Li's Boxing Hall.
Ye Xiu is standing at the gate of the boxing hall. His muscles are full, his lines are clear, and his skin is bronze.
Unlike in the past, Yu Guang did not stop after passing the training area.
Neither appreciated the elder martial sister's graceful legs nor commented on her turbulent sword shaking skills.
The young man, with a complex look and expectant face, walked quickly into the work area.
"It's him, the most dazzling champion seed of the past has come again!"
"It's a pity that a down and out genius will not be favored by the boxing house again after the passage of time."
Ye Xiu's face was calm, and the gossip in his ear was not taken seriously by him. In the dark, his fingers tightly grasped the palm.
Three years ago, he walked out of the Li's Boxing House and won the title of the champion's seed in Duquan. It was a glorious moment, but then the strength of his blood stagnated, and the voices of questioning came to his face.
"A real brave man dares to face the bleak life and the dripping blood. I, Ye Xiu, who wants to find a way to become a strong man, must first sharpen his heart of Tao, have a world reputation without persuasion, and a world without depression."
The rising sun is still rising in the east, and the morning glow is reflected in half the sky. Everything is like the past. Ye Xiu sighed in his heart: "If nothing happens, the blue stars will never meet again."
Yes, Ye Xiu is not a person in this world. In his previous life, he was a fan of online literature on the Blue Star. He was engaged in film and television variety work. He came across here after an accident.
Influenced by the Chinese national art, Ye Xiu aspired to become a fist wrestler from childhood until he woke up at the age of 18 and realized the past and present life.
So far, in the past three years, with the help of Bluestar Technology, his family has also lived a well-off life, enjoying themselves.
The decisive fist has no weight and can't stop halfway. There is no limit to all kinds of vicious moves until one side falls to the ground.
Duquan, the most popular event in China, is so popular that everyone advocates force and pursues the mysteries of Chinese culture.
However, after the stagnation of his strength, Ye Xiu began to panic, and he could only increase the amount of training every day to make himself exhausted.
However, his secret was eventually perceived by his sparring partner and told the owner that even though Ye Xiu was the champion seed, his potential was no longer there and he was naturally abandoned to focus on cultivation.
Since he lost his dazzling aura, none of his former colleagues in the boxing hall paid any attention to him.
He is like a fish on the bank. He feels suffocated in oxygen, but Ye Xiu still doesn't give up his fist fight.
"Wheeze, wheeze!"
Ye Xiuli is shooting in the empty yard. He has no partner to practice with. He has to rely on himself.
Beans of sweat fell from his forehead. Under the scorching sun, Ye Xiu put out his fist and closed it. He repeated this action to make the body produce muscle memory.
"Three years, three years, I have not participated in the Duquan competition, not to fight for steamed bread for breath, I Ye Xiu life is not inferior to people."
"Da da da, da da da!"
In the flat yard, steady footsteps sounded.
I heard from the voice that the person coming was the speaker of Li's Boxing Hall.
"Ye Xiu, you won't have to come tomorrow."
A cold voice came into Ye Xiu's ears. When he turned his head, his eyes were still full of disbelief.
The man in the boxing hall, dressed in white and black training clothes, stood behind Ye Xiu and brushed the Taoist wound that Ye Xiu's hands were torn by practicing boxing. His face softened slightly.
"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
"Three years, three full years, Ye Xiu, you haven't improved half of your life. You are no longer fit to fight. Living an ordinary life is your best destination."
"Listen to my advice. It's better to have enough food, go back to set up a stall, or go out to work, than to stay here pretending to work hard and waste time!"
I don't know where the courage came from, Ye Xiu blurted out, "But I think I'm a martial arts material."
He looked up and saw the wrinkled face of the speaker in the boxing hall. His two big eyes were staring at him. It seemed that anger would burst out and ignite him at any time.
"You were really a rough diamond before, but it was only a flash in the pan after all. As an adult, we must learn to accept the reality."
Ye Xiu was excited: "It was my dream when I was young to be crowned the champion. Since I was ten years old, I have practiced boxing for ten years. Let me kill my dream. Isn't it too cruel?"
"This is the unanimous decision of all the masters in the boxing hall. You can't help but listen!"
The people in the boxing hall glared angrily, with a gloomy face and high spirits, just like a lion getting angry at any time.
"The dream of youth, without the blessing of fate, will be worthless."
The figure of the man who talked in the boxing hall was getting farther and farther away, leaving Ye Xiu alone sitting on the ground, his hands holding his head, and the whole person was immersed in sadness.
The joys and sorrows of human beings are different from each other, but laughter and laughter come from the next room.
"Congratulations to Senior Brother Li Yang, who has become the chief disciple of the boxing school."
"This is an ancient book of boxing. Younger martial brother has limited understanding. I would like to dedicate it to Elder Martial Brother Li Yang."
A lot of voices came into Ye Xiu's ears. It turned out that the people in the boxing hall told him to leave, just to let others go.
A bitter taste came to Ye Xiu's mind. He really humiliated the Pacesetter Alliance and revitalized the world. He thought he was a genius, but he didn't want to become a waste material.
It is vaguely perceived that the stagnation of qi and blood is insidious. But after three years, Ye Xiu wants to find some clues, which is just like a fool saying a dream.
He knew that his dream had died three years ago. But in the past, as a young and vigorous champion seed, he never accepted it in his heart and wanted to revive his dream.
In this world, customs are similar to blue stars, but Chinese martial arts are very popular.
The power of life is stagnant. For an ordinary person, he may not be able to do heavy work, but for a fist wrestler, this is a nightmare.
"Ding Dong, the system is still unable to open due to insufficient absorption of negative emotions from the host."
A mysterious voice sounded in Ye Xiu's heart, which immediately frightened him.
"What ghost? Heaven is pitiful. My golden finger has arrived at the account?"
When Ye Xiu responded, the system fell silent and there was no response.
His little heart had just risen to the sky, and then fell to the bottom of the valley. Ye Xiu broke through the big defense and began to walk around the yard quickly.
This abnormal behavior fell in the eyes of others in the boxing hall. They all felt that Ye Xiu could not accept the blow of retirement, and was insane.
"What a pity! I lost my handsome face for nothing. I still want to return to the Jianghu with Younger Martial Brother Ye after my martial arts are great."
"Xing, I think, can be copied. These days there are more and more punishments."
"Hum, Younger Martial Sister, you think I don't know what you are thinking and want to rob Younger Martial Brother Ye from me. You can't compete with Elder Martial Sister."
