() The younger generations of the Yan family are trained in the children's group before the age of 12, and in the youth group between the ages of 13 and 17. After they become adults at the age of 18, they can practice freely.

If they use their spiritual power, most of these talented young people who have undergone rigorous training since childhood can carry thousands of kilograms of weight. But if they can carry hundreds of kilograms and stick to two sticks of incense using only their physical strength, it is not easy.

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"Yan Lan, I will not lose to you... I will definitely be... the most dazzling genius in the family!" A young man next to Yan Lan whispered to Yan Lan in a low voice with great difficulty.

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The boy's name is Yan Linghe, and he is fourteen years old. Yan Lan was given the missing word "Ling" in his name because of his birth. In Yan Linghe's eyes, Yan Lan, who is one year younger than him, is his strongest competition.

Opponent. Although the tribe members ridiculed Yan Lan in every possible way, he did not think that Yan Lan was a weak lamb.

Yan Lan looked sideways at Yan Linghe, and saw that his eyes were filled with the will to refuse to admit defeat. He couldn't help but feel proud, and an endless force surged deep in his body, and handed it to Yan Ling.

He gave a provocative look and said solemnly: "Then let's see who...can persevere to the end!"

Yan Linghe's talent and diligence are also outstanding. Since Yan Lan joined the youth group, he has been even more diligent. At the moment, he is carrying a weight of 1,100 kilograms. Compared with the glorious record of the family tree, the difference is only 200 kilograms.

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Time passes minute by minute...

"Bang!"

Finally, there was a young man who persisted to the limit. The black iron stone fell heavily to the ground, and his whole body lay paralyzed on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of black iron stones hitting the ground gradually increased.

"The time is just a little short of two sticks of incense. Boys, think of those glorious names on the family tree and hold on." Yan Muxiong still gave the final push.

However, when the teenagers reached their limit, the spurs had little effect. As the sound of black iron stones falling to the ground sounded one after another, fewer and fewer teenagers were standing.

"Well...there are only three people left!" The girls exclaimed in low voices. These three people are Yan Lan, Yan Linghe, and the sixteen-year-old Yan Lingshan.

Yan Lingshan was born with a muscular body and a square face with thick eyebrows. The 1,900 kilograms of black iron stone only made him slightly tired. However, compared with the record of 2,200 kilograms in the family tree, there is still a gap of 300 kilograms. But this achievement

Among today's families, he is also extremely outstanding.

Time is approaching for two sticks of incense.

"Of these three people, I don't know who can hold on to two sticks of incense."

"It has been countless years, and there has not been a young man in the family who can match the names on the family tree!"

"I think Yan Lan will be like before this time and won't be able to hold on to two sticks of incense!"

"Yes, does he think that the glory in the family tree is so easy to achieve?"

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On the sidelines of the training ground, many tribesmen were talking quietly, and the atmosphere was slightly agitated.

"Brother Xiaolan, you will definitely succeed." Yan Lingyu clasped her hands on her chest, with strong expectations in her beautiful eyes. Maybe others would ridicule Yan Lan for her failure, but she knew that,

Outside of training, Yan Lan paid a price that no one else could see.

"Can't fail." Yan Lan gritted her teeth. The purpose of weight-bearing training is to challenge the physical limits. Even if she doesn't compete with her ancestors in the family tree for fame, as long as her body can persist for the next moment, how can she give up the moment before?

The time was approaching two sticks of incense, and the bodies of the three people began to tremble with an amplitude visible to the naked eye.

Yan Lan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the disdainful looks from his tribe stung him a little. An unprecedented heaviness spread from his hands. In just a few breaths, he felt that his body was as heavy as full of lead.

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This is just an ordinary training every day, but the arrogance among teenagers who refuse to admit defeat makes a boring training become exciting.

"Ouch..."

A roar rang out, and everyone took a closer look. The roarer was none other than Yan Linghe. It was obvious that he had reached his limit. That roar was the result of him trying to hold on with the last bit of soul power.

Hearing this roar, Yan Lan's body trembled involuntarily. When Yan Lingyu saw this, she couldn't help but shout softly. However, some girls and elders in the clan had gloating and joking in their eyes.

"Yan Lan, tsk tsk, he is really as talented and perseverant as his father back then!"

"It's a pity that Yan Li has lost the charm of the past, not to mention that Yan Li is still an illegitimate child!"

"The son of an illegitimate loser, no matter how hard he works, he won't achieve much!"

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"These two madmen..." Yan Linghe, who was at the end of his fight, let out the last cry of reluctance in his heart. Finally, with a "bang", the black iron stone fell to the ground in his hand, and his whole body fell to the ground as sluggishly as a puddle of mud. At the moment he gave up

In an instant, the time difference between the two sticks of incense is only forty or fifty seconds.

Yan Lingshan's expression was entangled, his eyes were tightly closed, and he muttered in his heart: "You bastard, give up quickly and save some face for me in front of the clan..." Being compared to this guy who is three years younger than him, he has always boasted that he is powerful.

Yan Lingshan was very unwilling.

"Good boy, when it comes to the competition, you'd better ask God to protect you from meeting me, otherwise I will beat you to pieces..." Seeing that Yan Lan was still strong, Yan Lingshan kept saying harsh words in his heart.

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"Ouch... I can't do it anymore..." After a dozen moments, Yan Lingshan grunted, the dark iron stone in his hand fell heavily to the ground, and his body like a mountain fell straight to the ground.

At this moment, there are still more than twenty seconds left between the two sticks of incense. Yan Muxiong narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Yan Lan.

"Ha..." The tribesmen exclaimed in surprise. What they didn't expect was that this time Yan Lan actually persisted until the end.

"Damn pig head, I knew you could do it." Yan Lingyu's heart was beating like a drum. Her beautiful eyes slightly scanned the surprised expressions of the girls beside her. Between her eyebrows, there was both joy and nervousness.

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The onlookers clenched their fists and counted the time with different expressions.

"These twenty moments must be the most difficult moments to support. Every moment of support is extremely difficult. I'm afraid Yan Lan won't be able to handle it!"

"Looking at the amplitude of his body vibration, I'm afraid he may not be able to survive!"

"Who made him overestimate his abilities? There are countless geniuses in the family who want to challenge the family's glorious record, but in the end, nine out of ten will stop in the last ten seconds."

"Yan Lan, if you can't hold on, give up. It will hurt your body to hold on!"

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Yan Lan heard the taunting coming again, and clenched his teeth a little more, but he felt that his physical strength was completely exhausted, and he relied on the power of his soul to hold on. And the hold on at this moment was exactly what sharpened his soul.

Great opportunity. Hone your will, keep touching the limits, keep breaking through the limits, and your soul realm will be solidly improved.

"There are only ten moments left..." The onlookers began to put away their exaggerated ridicule and quietly looked at Yan Lan, who was struggling to the limit.

"Five moments!"

"Three moments!"

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"Roar..." Yan Lan closed her eyes tightly, her face was red, and her veins were showing. A roar that came from the limit shocked the hearts of every clan member.

"In an instant!" The hearts of all the tribesmen were hit hard, and their eyes showed incredible shock.

"Hmm! Two sticks of incense, we've finally arrived!" Like a balloon that was blown to its limit and then suddenly deflated, Yan Lan let out a muffled groan, and then the black iron stone hit the ground heavily. This stubborn young man finally reached his limit, and his slender figure

His body went limp and collapsed.

"call……"

The onlookers were shocked from the soul, and all eyes were focused on Yan Lan. Although he was lying horizontally in a rather inelegant posture, at this moment, the clan members deeply felt an uplifting aura standing in their hearts.

, releasing wave after wave of tremors.

Quiet and silent, even the most awkward girl stopped chattering, and her bright beautiful eyes reflected the slender figure on the ground, flashing with strong shock. Then this shock slightly turned into worship, and even excitement.

With a hint of ambiguous feelings.

Yan Lingyu opened her mouth and stared at Yan Lan indifferently. The sweat on her palms shone in the sunlight. She had always been carefree, but she had never been so nervous.

It was so quiet and lasted for a long time. Everyone stared quietly without saying anything.

"Brother Xiaolan, we really succeeded!" Yan Lingyu murmured in a low voice. Although her voice was soft, it awakened many of the shocked tribesmen.

"Oh my God! This boy really persisted until he lasted two sticks of incense!"

"I didn't expect that Yan Lan was so capable that he wiped out that glorious record in the family tree!"

"Finally, our clan has a person who can rival those brilliant names in our family!"

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When the iron-clad facts are before their eyes, the clan members cannot help but marvel. After all, such a glorious record of the Ping family may not be seen once in a hundred years.

Those who can leave their names in the genealogy merit book are all extremely talented people in the history of the family. Those characters, regardless of their innate talents or acquired hard work, are rare in a hundred years. And this moment can be compared with those in history.

People who are comparable to our ancestors appear before our eyes.

Although Yan Lan's origin, because of his father and grandfather, has always caused prejudice among some clan members. But in a family where strength is respected, all prejudices will eventually disappear in the face of true strength.

Yan Lan lay softly on the ground, breathing heavily. The scorching sun slanted down his eyes. At this time, he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes. The rest of his eyes reflected the surprised expressions and sounds of the tribesmen.

The sound of exclamation came to my ears wave after wave.

"Father, Lan'er... I finally let you be honored for once!" With a soft moan, Yan Lan slowly closed her eyes, and her consciousness entered a deep state of recovery.

Yan Muxiong breathed out and nodded approvingly. Every time he trained, he cheered for Yan Lan, hoping to witness the birth of a miracle. In his eyes, strength is the best thing to win respect. Origin is a problem.
To be continued...