() "Yan Lan, you can't stop taking the medicine!" A middle-aged tribesman touched the bridge of his nose and snorted.

"Yes, we must not give up treatment. This kid has challenged the weight of one thousand kilograms forty-nine times, and failed every time. He is really a toad climbing the wall and refuses to surrender. It is embarrassing! With his appearance, I think

I have to practice another four hundred and ninety times." Another tribesman put his hands on his hips, pointed at a young man in the training ground, shook his head, and spat.

"It's you who stopped taking the medicine. Humph, it's a thousand pounds. I don't believe it. This time I can't hold on to two sticks of incense. I will use my power to shut up all of you who are mocking my tribe!"

Yan Lan gritted his teeth and hummed in a low voice. His arms were hung with black iron stones weighing a thousand kilograms. The afternoon sun was scorching his body, and big beads of sweat kept rolling down. The close-fitting green robe

He was soaked inside and out. However, exhaustion and heat could not extinguish the resolute look in his eyes.

Thirteen-year-old Yan Lan is not earth-shatteringly handsome, but her face is sharp and angular, and her facial features are regular. After years of training, her skin shows a healthy bronze color, and her whole body muscles are well-proportioned, emitting a strong sense of strength.

Yan Lan scanned the Yan Clan training square. The square was more than a hundred feet wide. Beside him, more than fifty teenagers were lined up neatly. Each of them carried hundreds to thousands of kilograms of black iron stone on their arms. The teenagers

His face was red, his teeth were clenched, and no one was willing to give up easily.

The young men standing here are all the top ten among the younger generation of the Yan tribe. They have excellent talents. In addition, they have been practicing exercises and tempering their bodies since they were two or three years old. After more than ten years of time,

They have been trained from being weak at first to being able to carry hundreds of kilograms of weight. But mediocre people of their age cannot even lift one-tenth of the weight.

Under the towering old trees around the training ground, the noisy onlookers are mostly the parents and relatives of the teenagers. They often come to watch their children train. However, as they watch, some unpleasant words come out of their mouths from time to time.

"Yan Lan, if you want to challenge the family's glorious record, don't urinate and take good care of yourself!"

"At a young age, I wanted to challenge a thousand pounds. Do you know how to write the word arrogant?"

"It is extremely ridiculous for a son who is an illegitimate son to try to compete with our ancestors for fame!"

"..."

Most of the onlookers stood with their hands behind their hands. When their eyes glanced at Yan Lan, a trace of ridicule instinctively appeared in their eyes. But when their eyes glanced at their own children, the corners of their mouths raised a proud arc. Although their children were older than Yan Lan

Big, the weight he carries is lighter than that of Yan Lan, but he has to mock Yan Lan to make his presence felt.

A hint of stubbornness appeared at the corner of Yan Lan's mouth. These harsh sounds reached his ears without hesitation. His expression did not change much. Because in the past ten years, he could hear these sounds almost every day. Fortunately,

, it is these voices that make him more diligent and stronger.

"My father is an illegitimate son of the family, and I am also an illegitimate son. Neither my father nor I have been given characters that symbolize the orthodox family lineage in our names. If we don't work harder, my father and I will always live in the ridicule of our tribe..." Yan

Lan pursed her lips tightly and lifted up the black iron stone again.

Yan Lan raised her head, her eyes reflecting the undisguised displeasure of the onlookers, and she said angrily in her heart: "One day, I will make my father as proud as you!"

The reason why they are proud is that the young people who can stand on the training field are all talented people in the family. Those with poor qualifications or weak willpower have long been away from the training field and live a leisurely and comfortable life. However, wait for

When you grow up, you will find that this kind of leisurelyness is destined to a low status in the family.

Mother is more precious than her son, and father is more proud of her son. This is an eternal truth. In Yan Lan's heart, she doesn't want her father to be proud of herself!

Taking a deep breath, Yan Lan raised his face slightly, and the scorching sun shone on his face, creating a sense of illusion that might make him forget the slow passage of time. At this moment, the illusive and ethereal fragments appeared in his mind again:

A blue planet, bustling and noisy, with powerful technology. On a day with blue sky and white clouds, an ordinary person, who seemed to look like himself, picked a wild fruit and ate it in a mountain range shrouded in smoke, and then there was nothingness.

, can't think of anything.

Some fragments of that world always linger in my mind, lingering, but difficult to piece together neatly.

"Am I from that world?" Yan Lan pondered to herself, "Every time I ask my father, he always says that to break all mysteries, I need to cultivate to the realm of supreme magical power. But what is the realm of supreme magical power?"

Just as Yan Lan's thoughts were swirling, a loud and cold voice came to his ears.

"Every family has its own family glory. In terms of weight-bearing training alone, there are many glorious names recorded in our Yan family tree. They all have admirable records: at the age of thirteen, he carried a thousand kilograms of weight, and at fourteen

The weight is one thousand three hundred kilograms at the age of seventeen... twenty-eight hundred kilograms at the age of seventeen."

"To carry these weights, you must hold on to more than two sticks of incense. These records represent the peak of physical strength. Every time you train with weights, you must aim at your ancestors and constantly exceed your own limits..."

Yan Muxiong, the coach of the Yan tribe's youth team, shouted loudly from time to time. He has thick eyebrows, broad face, cold eyes, a black outfit, clenched fists, and ferocious veins, revealing explosive power and strong combat experience.

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"When I grow up, I will definitely be this strong, and even surpass my coach." Yan Lan gritted her teeth secretly.

The heat of the sun filled the entire square, and the faces of the tribesmen in the distance were slightly distorted by the heat. Drops of sweat ran along Yan Lan's forehead, across the corners of his eyebrows, and then dripped to the ground, suddenly turning into a

A cloud of water vapor dissipates.

"One stick of incense has arrived, the target is two sticks of incense, no one is allowed to give up easily!" Yan Muxiong's cold shout sounded loudly, and the leaves were shaken to the ground.

At this time, on one side of the square, dozens of girls in pink and fluttering white clothes walked up. Their soft words and silver bell-like laughter brought a hint of coolness to the hot square.

"Hurry up, the weight-bearing training is almost over. I wonder who will bear the heaviest weight this time and who will last the longest!"

Before the girls arrived, voices could be heard in the distance. When the boys saw the girls running happily, they all put away their sluggish atmosphere, held their heads high and chests out, and did not squint, pretending to be masculine.

"Yan Lan still challenges a thousand pounds, it's so awesome!" A girl said with a smile. Her hair is like clouds, her skin is like snow, her eyebrows are thin and her nose is moist, she is quite beautiful, especially her curvy body.

Under the tight clothes, there is a budding charm.

"It's Sister Ling Yu!" Yan Lan turned her head slightly when she heard the ringing voice, but said with a bitter smile in her heart, "I have been defeated many times, if I still can't hold on to two sticks of incense this time, won't I be humiliated again?

"

The slim girl is Yan Lingyu, fifteen years old, and she grew up with Yan Lan.

"How awesome is that? He has never lasted more than two sticks of incense!" Several voices from the girls said with a hint of disdain, with a few rays of disapproval in their eyes.

Previously, every time Yan Lan trained with weights, just as the clan members ridiculed, he always stopped within two sticks of incense. However, he always wanted to prove that his ten years of outstanding efforts were no better than those brilliant names on the family tree.

Poor, even though his background is inferior to his family disciples of the same generation because his father is an illegitimate son.

According to rumors, Yan Lan's grandfather had an affair with a woman from the enemy tribe and gave birth to Yan Lan's father. And Yan Lan's father also fell in love with a woman who came from nowhere and gave birth to Yan Lan. Yan Lan had a button on his head

Carrying the shame of two generations, he was extremely looked down upon by his tribe.

"He will definitely persevere, for sure!" Yan Lingyu pouted, stamped her feet, a hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes, and said angrily in her heart, "Damn pig head, you have worked so hard since you were a child, you must persevere until you have two sticks of incense.

Ah, otherwise, among the sisters, I would have no shame to mention you."

"Boys, weight-bearing training not only strengthens the body, but also tempers the will and enhances the realm of the soul... When the body's strength is exhausted, use the will and soul to persevere..." Yan Muxiong shouted again, weight-bearing training is the most important thing.

Momentum also consumes momentum the most, so it needs constant encouragement.

The onlookers stood with their hands folded, pointing and prodding from time to time, arguing about which one was better, which one was worse, which one was stronger and which one was weaker! Especially when they talked about Yan Lan, their eyes couldn't help but show undisguised contempt.

"Satire is a masturbation tool for the weak. Come on, give me some ugly words to keep me going!" A smile suddenly appeared on Yan Lan's tired face. It was open-mindedness, confidence, and the strongest perseverance.

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Behind success, there are certainly opportunities, but there is no lack of hard work.

Yan Muxiong's peripheral vision fell on Yan Lan from time to time, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly: "Although Yan Lan has a poor background, his hard work and talent are outstanding. When he first joined the training team, he could lift six hundred kilograms.

.It’s only been half a year, and he is almost as good as those glorious names in the family’s history.”

Time seems to pass extremely slowly in the minds of young people. Many young people are beginning to show signs of giving up.

Sensing the sluggish momentum, Yan Muxiong's eyes turned cold and he said loudly: "Boys, there is only one month left for the annual family competition. Whoever can win the top spot will get the family's secret treasure - the weapon of the king.

The inheritance and baptism. Needless to say, you all know how helpful the King's Weapon is to your cultivation. Therefore, only those who are willing to be stepped on by others will give up training easily now, do you understand?"

"Understood!" the teenagers roared vigorously, and the slightly depressed atmosphere immediately dissipated a lot.

"The King's Weapon! I must get it for my father's sake." Upon hearing the King's Weapon, Yan Lan trembled and straightened her waist.

The blazing heat was raging on Yan Lan. He looked at the onlookers, and when he saw the playful and disdainful eyes, a force of resilience surged from the depths of his soul, giving him new vitality when he was tired.

The clan members always have a habitual disdain for Yan Lan, not only because of his background, but also because other teenagers choose to train with a weight two to three hundred pounds lower than the family record, but Yan Lan insists on hitting the weight that is equal to the glorious record. It’s just that

Failure again and again, in the eyes of those tribesmen, is undoubtedly a self-inflicted humiliation.

But who can guarantee that this stubborn young man will not succeed this time?

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