"I must also blame me. Although I have been a disciple since I was a child and have been diligent in practicing martial arts, my senior brothers who have been practicing martial arts for 20 or 30 years, and I have made great contributions in life. Unfortunately, I will not participate this time. If I still participate in the competition in the sect, I may not lose if I meet those senior brothers again."

Zhang Qingxi got Sun Yanwan's point and practiced the golden tendons and jade bones, and cultivated both inside and outside, and took a step further. Looking at his peers, no one took him seriously except those teachers and brothers in his fifties and sixties. Thinking of not being able to participate this time, the senior brother was quite regretful and reached out to pat Sun Yanwan's shoulder and said, "It's okay, you are just going to participate in the competition of the C-like group. They are all fellow students who have practiced martial arts for less than five years..."

He originally wanted to say: "Anyone with a little ambition will not participate in the C-type competition, for example, I have never participated." But then he thought that this would be a ruthless blow to his younger brother, so he forced himself to hold it back.

Sun Yunhe was a little angry after all. His granddaughter actually took a fancy to an ordinary martial arts person, laughed and said, "The Songyang Sect is the leader of the ten major sword sects, and there are only Shaochan Temple and Beiyan Longzang Temple in the world."

"Generally speaking, it is considered a show if you can be promoted to the seventh grade within three to five years, and there are also many talented people in the sixth grade of martial arts."

The old man said that people like Sun Yanwan are considered middle-aged and lower-level, and are relatively bad.

Of course, what Sun Yunhe said is an exaggeration. Even the world's top martial arts sect, such as the Songyang Sect, can be promoted to the ninth grade for three or five years, is no longer a bad idea. When you go down the mountain and join any gang, you must be a backbone member; being able to be promoted to the eighth grade is already highly valued by the teacher. Many small gangs can be the leader of one side, and they are the leader of the incense and the rudder; they are rare in the seventh grade, and they can make a name for themselves in the world, such as Du Wanli, Du Qianxing, and Lao Ai, who have only had this level of cultivation. These people have been struggling for twenty years and are incomparable to the disciples of the big sect.

More outstanding than rare...

That's Zhang Qingxi!

Sun Lingdie was afraid that Sun Yanwan would be depressed, so she hurriedly said, "What's the book kung fu? When you get on the ring, the hero is the one who can win. Brother Sun is very clever and must be much better than those rigid fellow students."

Sun Yunhe was determined to argue, but was afraid that his granddaughter would be angry, so he simply stopped talking and just made up the legs of lamb.

After a while, the legs of lamb and the chops were all ready. Sun Lingdie took a silver knife, cut two pieces, and handed them to Sun Yanwan.

Sun Yanwan gave a piece to his senior brother. The Buddhist and Taoist world is different from the earth, and there are other precepts and they are not prohibited from eating. Zhang Qingxi took it with a smile, and the two brothers were eating happily while it was hot.

Old man Sun Yunhe was a little unhappy again. His granddaughter didn't hand him the mutton. The old man pulled a leg of lamb himself and ate it wildly. Suddenly he thought: "This kid will definitely meet a master when he goes to the Seven-Meridian Martial Arts Association. Maybe he will lose in one or two rounds. Lingdie saw that he was cowardly, so he finally extinguished his mind."

Thinking of this, the old man became happy again, got up and took the wine gourd and the wine bowl, handed the wine bowl to Zhang Qingxi and Sun Yanwan, and filled the wine with a smile.

Zhang Qingxi is not good at drinking, so he doesn't drink it if he touches his lips.

Sun Yanwan was a soldier who was "tested by alcohol". The wine level in this world was extremely low. He drank it dry and ordered another bowl. He chatted with Sun Lingdie. Soon, he made the fairy, laugh as if the branches were trembling, and his beautiful eyes looked at him, like a flowing wave.

The old innate master Sun Yunhe was in a mess when he just got up.

After eating, Sun Yanwan meditated with his senior brother next to the fire.

Although he cannot use meditation instead of sleep, it is okay for one or two days.

Since he became a disciple, he never missed any opportunity to practice. He took a quick break along the way, and even if he was on the road, he would run the meridian scripture on the horse's back.

With him as a comparison, Zhang Qingxi was so hard that he dared not relax.

The two brothers meditated and practiced, which gave the Sun family's grandchildren a lot of good feelings. However, Sun Yunhe had a little affection and thought to himself: "He and his senior brother are not a few years apart, but his martial arts are as bad as the world's best. It must be because this kid's qualifications are mediocre. No matter how hard he works, he still left the distance for the senior brother. Seeing his senior brother far ahead, he sighed."

The next morning, the grandparents and grandsons of the Sun family opened their eyes and heard the whistle and sound of the wind, but it was Sun Yan who was practicing the golden tendons and jade bones.

Their grandparents and grandchildren have heard that the boxing techniques of Songyang School have also known that this technique practices the twenty-four meridian tendons, not seeking to defeat the enemy, but only seeking to temper the roots and bones, laying the foundation for practicing the best boxing and palm techniques in the future.

Therefore, the tricks of this boxing technique are useless. The mystery lies in how to carry the tendons and relay the force. Even if someone sees the tricks, it is just a set of ordinary "boxing techniques".

Old man Sun Yunhe sighed inwardly: "It can be seen that talent is something, there is something, there is nothing. This kid is practicing martial arts so hard, but his martial arts are just ordinary, but his essays can express his glory and make the spirit butterflies feel good."

Sun Yanwan didn't know that he was often labeled as "insufficient talent" and was immersed in cultivation.

Although he rationally knew that every "meridal tendon" was a combination of dozens of muscles, when practicing the golden tendons and jade bone fist, he could indeed feel that there seemed to be twenty-four dragons and dragons in his body, and the fierce and domineering tendons were collapsing like bowstrings.

When each large tendon fluctuates, the strength seems to be slightly larger than the few ounces. Although the progress is very small, the strength of the whole body increases every day.

When Sun Yan was practicing a "pear tendon", dozens of muscles in her body suddenly twitched, and she felt hot sweat. There seemed to be an electric current in her body, and she couldn't help but scream.

This feeling came quickly and went quickly, but of course Sun Yanwan felt that he had become a little more agile from this state. He was immediately overjoyed and said to himself: "I am a little bit of ape."

He immediately saw that the senior brother and the grandson of the Sun family were looking at him, smiled embarrassedly, and said, "I occasionally shouted randomly, which disturbed Senior Sun and the young lady of the Sun family to rest."

Sun Yunhe smiled and said, "We are up too."

Sun Lingdie saw that Sun Yanwan was slightly invasive and was happy for him, saying, "Brother Sun practiced boxing all morning and should be hungry."

"Our mutton was left yesterday. If you heat it up, you will just have a meal."

"When I arrive in the town ahead, can I invite you to a meal?"

Sun Yan laughed and said, "It's great!"

Seeing that there were still embers in the fire, he pushed it away again, added some dry firewood, took a portion of dry cake, and together with Sun Lingdie, roasted the cake and mutton on the fire, cut the dried cakes and stuffed some mutton into it, handed it to Sun Yunhe, and then made a portion for the elder brother.

Sun Lingdie took the "Ancient Roujiamo" handed over by Sun Yanwan, took a bite, and his eyes narrowed into crescent moon with a smile, and said, "I didn't expect that there is such a way to eat it, and the flavor is really excellent."
Chapter completed!