Chapter 77 It Seems to Be Early!

"The power of fighting... ah? Fighter?"

Beside the black stone tablet, the middle-aged tester screamed in surprise like a thunder, and everyone on the training ground was shocked.

"One Star Fighter!"

On the black stone tablet, the four big characters with golden light were dazzling and dazzling, deeply stinging the eyes of everyone present.

There was silence in the training ground.

Immediately, the sound of sucking in cold air rang out.

Everyone on the training ground was stunned, staring at the proud figure in front of the black stone monument.

"Wow... fighter?"

"Xiao Yan is only twelve years old, right? This is an advanced fighter?"

"Wow! Brother Xiao Yan is amazing!"

"Xiao Yan is indeed a peerless genius!"

"I knew it! I knew it! A genius like Xiao Yan must be unexpected!"

"Wow……"

The training ground was boiling. Seeing this situation, the children of the Xiao family in the field immediately cheered and shouted.

In front of the black stone tablet.

Xiao Yan, who was only twelve years old, stood proudly, wearing a close-fitting black outfit, which made the boy's figure even more proud.

Hearing the cheers of the crowd, and seeing the fiery and envious gazes in the eyes of the crowd, the young man remained calm. However, even though the expression on his face was still reserved, the high-spirited spirit between his eyebrows and the flying look could not be concealed.

"Brother Xiao Yan, you are amazing!"

A girl cheered and ran up, her face flushed with excitement, and her big watery eyes were full of admiration and admiration.

"Xiao Yan, congratulations!"

"congratulations!"

"The young master of the family is truly extraordinary!"

"That's it. With the talent of the young master, at least you will be a Douwang strong in the future!"

"What is Douwang? At least it's Dousheng!"

"It is! It is!"

"Little Lord,

You are amazing! How did you practice! Teach us now! "

"Yes! Yes! Tell us about your practice experience! Let's get a little bit of genius!"

The Xiao family disciples on the training ground also immediately surrounded them, all kinds of compliments, all kinds of envy, and all kinds of words to please.

"How can it be as good as you said! It's a prize! It's a prize!"

Xiao Yan was modest with a smile on his face. Although he knew that these people were flattering, he was still very comfortable and useful when he heard these words.

"Huh? It's actually this time? It seems to be early!"

On a big tree outside the Xiao family's training ground, a figure in white stood on the top of the tree, looking at the training ground with a smile. This person is naturally Li Yu.

Seeing that 12-year-old boy standing proudly, the smile on Li Yu's face became even wider, "Fellow, is that you? A 12-year-old advanced fighter, a young man with a high aspirations, a glorious sight! It's a pity..."

Having said this, Li Yu shook his head slightly, "It's a pity that your genius halo won't last for a few days. Then the clouds will fall, you have to endure the dark years of up to three years, listen to rumors all day long, and endure other people's opinions. Rolling eyes, enduring the ridicule of others."

"Everything in the world is knowledgeable, and human affection is an article. If you suffer a setback, feel the warmth and warmth of human affection, and the world is cool, it is also a kind of exercise for you. The path of cultivation is also the key to the heart! Don't blame the fellow for not helping you!"

"What's more... I'm here not just to look at you!"

Li Yu smiled and revealed the purpose of his trip, "System, scan the ring in the target's hand. Copy all the knowledge of the sleeping soul in the ring."

"Order accepted!"

An invisible wave rushed out silently, passing over the ring in Xiao Yan's hand, and the scanning and copying was completed in an instant.

Xiao Yan, who was receiving congratulations from everyone, had no idea that his future grandfather had been copied by someone.

"Copy complete!"

"very good!"

Li Yu glanced at the new knowledge in the resource library, smiled and nodded, "With all the knowledge and knowledge of Grandpa Ring's life, based on this, I can create a system."

"The purpose of this trip has been achieved, and there is no need to say hello to the fellows, let's just show off!"

Thinking of this, Li Yu smiled and turned to leave.

"Huh? There's actually a guy who doesn't want to please Xiao Yan?"

Just as he was about to leave, Li Yu suddenly found that there was a young man of about fourteen or fifteen years old in the training ground, who was sweating like rain on the training ground, ignoring the cheers.

The huge stone lock was lifted from the boy's hand again and again, although it was difficult to lift each time. The young man was sweating through his shirt and trembling slightly, as if he was out of control. However, the boy still insisted on gritting his teeth, lifting the stone lock again and again.

"Good perseverance! Good persistence! Good-heartedness!"

Seeing this young man's hard work and hard work, Li Yu nodded in admiration.

At this time, the people in the training ground also discovered this independent teenager.

Everyone else is flattering Xiao Yan, you are the only one who will not come. What do you mean? Are you laughing at other people's slack? Are you proving your loftiness to everyone?

If you don’t know how to be with the light, or if you can’t be with the same stream, you will naturally be hostile to everyone.

"Haha! Look! Who is that?"

"Xiao Feng? What is he doing? Is he practicing?"

"Hey! It's just his trash. After ten years of practice, the fighting force is only one stage. There is no talent for cultivation at all, and it is useless to practice for a hundred years."

"It is! It is!"

Seeing the young man who was cultivating wholeheartedly, everyone felt an inexplicable sense of superiority in their hearts.

"Xiao Feng! Young master is promoted to fighter, we are all very proud. You turned a deaf ear and ignored it? What do you mean? You are so disrespectful to the young master?"

A young man walked out, pointed at Xiao Feng who was working hard, and shouted and scolded him loudly. It seems that Xiao Feng made a big mistake by not coming to compliment Xiao Yan.

"Huh? Xiao Yan's cousin has been promoted to a fighter?"

Hearing the boy's rebuke, Xiao Feng put down the stone lock in his hand and gasped heavily.

"Cousin Xiao Yan really has extraordinary talent, I'm gratifying!"

Xiao Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled at Xiao Yan, "I have been exercising just now, and I didn't pay attention. I didn't even see Xiao Yan's cousin being promoted to a fighter. I'm sorry!"

"What are you pretending to be? Didn't see it? Didn't you hear such a big movement? You are obviously dissatisfied with the young master."

"That's right! The young master's talent is extraordinary, but you are a waste of ten years of practice and only have one fight. You must be jealous of the young master's talent."

"That's right! What kind of training do you still practice? You can't break through after a hundred years of practice. Why waste your family's resources?"

"you……"

Hearing everyone's accusations and ridicules, Xiao Feng felt both humiliation and bitterness in his heart.

"All right!"

Xiao Yan shouted to stop everyone's ridicule towards Xiao Feng. Xiao Yan, who has been a man for two generations, even if he is a young man now, he still does not change his kind nature.

"Talent is not everything! Success is equal to 10% of talent plus 90% of sweat. Cousin Xiao Feng, work hard! Hard-working people, God does not give up, hard work will always pay off."

Xiao Yan smiled and calmed down Xiao Feng, then said goodbye and left.

Seeing Xiao Yan leaving, the others naturally ignored Xiao Feng's interest and left one after another.

Xiao Feng was the only one left on the field.

"Yeah! I'm just a piece of shit! I practiced at the age of four, and in ten years I have only developed one stage of fighting power."

Seeing Xiao Yan leaving, Xiao Feng lowered his head bitterly.

"And Xiao Yan's cousin, who also practiced at the age of four, has been promoted to a fighter in eight years. Talent! Is talent so important? I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

"In the past ten years, regardless of whether it is winter or summer, I have worked ten times as hard as others, but I have not gotten one-tenth as much as others. God, how unfair you are!"