Turn around the corridor and come to the practice courtyard.

A group of tall, muscular men with necks comparable to the waistlines of ordinary people were exercising.

They were bare-chested, with clear muscle lines embedded in their skin. Their sweat was flowing, as if they were oiled, exuding a charming charm.

Compared with him, Chen Wu was as skinny as a little chicken.

Some of them lifted stone locks, played with stone balls, and some even hit their crotches with maces. Zhou Sheng was shocked. This was simply risking his life.

It seems that Shenlimen's kung fu is indeed extraordinary. No wonder street gangs shy away from them when they encounter them.

The bald senior brother said: "To enter my divine power sect, you must first be able to endure hardship. If you are not able to endure hardship, I advise you not to waste money."

As he understood the power of the Divine Power Sect, Zhou Sheng gradually began to have expectations in his heart and decided to come here to practice martial arts tomorrow.

Early the next morning, Zhou Sheng took all his family's savings and headed to the Divine Power Gate.

In the yard behind them, the elderly parents cuddled against each other, looking at Zhou Sheng with worries in their eyes.

Zhou Sheng soon arrived at the Shenli Gate, and the man who received him was still the man from yesterday.

After paying the tuition, the man introduced himself:

"I am Wang Taili, you can call me Senior Brother Wang. From now on, you are the registered disciple of Shenli Sect. There are some rules that must be explained in advance."

"Whenever a disciple of my Shenli Sect encounters trouble outside, just take care of your registration number. Don't let your reputation be compromised."

Having said this, Wang Taili turned around and stared at Zhou Sheng, saying word by word:

"Also, don't try to cause trouble by using the name of Shenli Sect, otherwise don't blame me for cleaning up the sect!"

Zhou Sheng nodded quickly to express his understanding.

"If you can succeed in your studies, you can work in your industry and get a monthly salary. This is a rare opportunity. You need to work hard!"

Then, Wang Taili gave Zhou Sheng a vest with the Shenlimen logo, and the two came to the martial arts hall.

A muscular man nearly two and a half meters tall was practicing martial arts.

As the body moves, an unparalleled sense of power surges over, making one's breath suppressed, as if facing a ferocious ancient beast.

Soon, the giant man finished his drill, exhaled, and a small whirlwind seemed to blow in the room, and his body shrank like a balloon.

Zhou Sheng couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, extremely shocked.

The miraculous martial arts can actually make body parts larger or smaller!

If this kind of humanoid behemoth were placed on the battlefield, equipped with armor and strong weapons, and charging on horseback, it would be a killing machine!

Zhou Sheng couldn't help but look forward to practicing martial arts even more.

Wang Taili raised his hands to the giant man and said:

"Senior Brother, this guy is the new registered disciple, his name is Zhou Sheng."

Then he introduced to Zhou Sheng:

"This is Senior Brother Jushi, who is now acting as a teacher to teach me."

Jushi nodded and asked:

"How old are you this year?"

"eighteen."

There was obvious disappointment in Jushi's eyes, and then he grabbed Zhou Sheng's wrist and shook it up and down.

Zhou Sheng immediately felt the surging force vibrating back and forth in his body, causing severe pain.

Jushi quickly stopped, shook his head in disappointment, and walked out of the martial arts hall:

"Follow up and start training!"

Zhou Sheng was confused, what did that disappointed expression mean? Could it be that he disliked his age and thought he was not good at practicing martial arts?

But, so what, nothing is difficult in the world only for those who are determined. If you work so hard, what can you do in the world?

Zhou Sheng followed Ju Shi, and the two soon arrived in the yard. Ju Shi called several newcomers together and started training.

"The so-called martial arts training is the process of tempering the body. The stronger the body, the stronger your attack and defense will be!"

"So how strong is it?"

The boulder let out a low roar and punched the wooden pile like lightning.

A wooden stake as thick as an ordinary person's waist was broken with one blow, and the half that was blown away was like a cannonball, leaving a shallow crater in the courtyard wall.

"With twenty years of skill, can you block this punch?"

The boulder's eyes were like lightning, shooting at everyone.

Zhou Sheng clicked his tongue. This punch was comparable to a sniper bullet. It was also an anti-material sniper rifle. He didn't know what the limits of martial arts in this world could reach.

"The first level for a martial artist is to train for strength, which makes you extremely powerful. The second level is for skin training, which makes it difficult for swords and guns to penetrate. The third level is for muscle training, and you are as agile as an ape. Each level requires years of hard training, and it is extremely difficult to break through."

"Senior Brother, what level are you at?" a newcomer asked curiously.

"It's just a level of muscle training." Jushi laughed.

"Senior Brother Jushi is too humble. He is already at the top of Yangcheng in Jinjin training. How many people can't reach this level after practicing for a lifetime." Someone knowledgeable praised him.

"How many levels are there in total for martial arts training?"

"We are just a small place. There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. Who knows."

Jushi shook his head and said loudly:

"Quiet! Next, I will teach you the first form of the Divine Power Art, the training form! Remember not to teach outsiders." After saying this, Jushi began to demonstrate.

"The Shenli Sect strength training method is the best in Yangcheng! This move can exercise the muscles of the whole body and also take into account the fighting skills."

Zhou Sheng watched with concentration, not daring to be distracted in the slightest.

Soon the drill on Big Rock was completed, and Zhou Sheng and the other newcomers started practicing.

The giant stone pointed with a small stick. From time to time, someone made a wrong move and was immediately whipped, especially Zhou Sheng, who made the surrounding disciples laugh.

But Zhou Sheng didn't care, he still focused on studying hard.

The weather was hot and the sun was scorching. It was painful to stretch the muscles and bones. Zhou Sheng completed it meticulously, and Zhou Sheng's whole body was wet with sweat.

Finally, near noon, Zhou Sheng was able to lay down a complete routine, and a line of writing appeared on the experience panel.

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Zhou Sheng felt happy, this meant that he didn't have to think about anything next, as long as he practiced diligently, his skills would improve step by step.

At this moment, someone knocked on the iron basin. This was a sign that dinner was ready. According to the rules of the Shenli Sect, one meal would be served at noon.

Only then did Zhou Sheng realize that he was hungry, and he quickly rushed into the canteen with others.

The food was rich in oil and water, and the big pieces of stewed meat were oily and trembling, looking very appetizing. The steamed buns on the side were piled up like a hill.

Zhou Sheng was slightly surprised. Only rich people in Yangcheng dared to eat like this. No wonder the tuition fee is so high.

Next, Zhou Sheng saw what it means to be a big stomach eater. These fellow disciples eat meat with spoons and steamed buns one bite at a time, and the food disappears quickly.

Zhou Sheng hurriedly hurriedly ate until he was 70% full, which made him feel like he had lost 100 million.

Just after leaving the canteen, Zhou Sheng found a familiar figure at the door of the courtyard, talking to Wang Taili.

Zhou Sheng took a closer look and saw that he was actually his father in this life.

Zhou's father was short in stature, hunched over from working all year round, and had white hair on his head.

"A Sheng, I... came to see you. This is lunch made by your mother. Let me deliver it."

Father Zhou handed over the lunch, his eyes full of worry.

Like most fathers, Zhou's father is not good at expressing himself, but Zhou Sheng can feel the deep father's love.

After a month of getting along, he already regarded Father Zhou as his biological father.

Seeing Zhou's father worried, he comforted him and said:

"I don't have to worry. I'm learning martial arts very well. My brothers all praise me as a genius!"

Hearing Zhou Sheng's words, Zhou's father twitched the corners of his mouth, sighed, looked in the direction of Wang Taili, hunched over and left.
Chapter completed!