Chapter 4067

In Shengjiu hall, Chen Jiu left Chen Erdan waiting outside, and he walked into it himself.

"Jiu'er, you haven't recovered from your illness. Why did you suddenly come to me?" in the hall, Chen Xia was reading and examining something. He couldn't help but be surprised to see Chen Jiu's sudden arrival.

"Dad, I want to practice, I want to stand out!" Chen Jiu asked directly at his father.

"Jiu'er, why do you suddenly want to practice again? You should know that your body is not suitable at all..." Chen Xia was very surprised and helpless.

"Dad, after this high fever, I found that my whole person has changed. I should be able to practice!" Chen Jiu said with great confidence.

"Jiu'er, are you sure you can practice?" Chen Xia frowned and couldn't help persuading: "your qualification is really not suitable for practice. In fact, as long as you can reform yourself, it's good to be a copywriter!"

"No, I want to practice, Dad, please believe me, I can!" Chen Jiu urged.

"Well, since you insist, go to the martial arts field and lift a 200 kg martial bell. If you can do it, I'll teach you to practice!" Chen Xia asked and sent Chen Jiu away at will.

In Chen Xia's opinion, Chen Jiu must be just a whim at this time. Let him see the difficulty of cultivation. He will retreat in spite of difficulties and will not mention it any more!

Outside the hall, Chen Erdan looked at Chen Jiu and came out soon. He couldn't help laughing and said, "young master, have you finished your Divine skill?"

"Er Dan, if you want to be quick, you can't reach it. If you want to practice Kung Fu, you must lay a good foundation. Go to the martial arts field with me. We will start to practice strength from today!" although Chen Jiu hasn't practiced, he doesn't have any special skills about preliminary strength training.

"Shangwuchang, young master, are you sure we want to go there? Aren't you afraid of losing face?" Chen Erdan couldn't believe it, so he hurried with him.

The martial arts field is the largest place for Chen people to practice martial arts. Usually, many warriors gather here to practice, discuss and compete together. The progress is also very fast!

In an open yard, there are all kinds of equipment and facilities. Many warriors in groups of different ages get together and fight against each other. The end is very lively.

"Ah, young master, why are you here!" after all, Chen Jiu is the son of the patriarch. His arrival still caused a sensation, and everyone paid attention to him.

"Oh, I'm fine. Come and practice. You're busy. Don't worry about me!" Chen Jiu explained, taking Chen Erdan straight to the edge.

"Ah, get up..." on the edge of the martial arts field, some children around seven or eight years old lift martial bells here to exercise their strength.

"Er Dan, how many kilograms of Wu Ling can you lift?" Chen Jiu looked at these Wu Ling of different sizes and couldn't help asking Chen Er Dan.

"Me? Shouldn't it be a problem for me to mention 100 Jin?" Chen Erdan thought about it and said.

"Only 100 Jin? I can mention 100 Jin at the age of six!" at this time, a child laughed contemptuously.

"Chen Biao, who doesn't know that your father is the strongest body refiner in the family. Are you interesting to compare with me?" Chen Erdan glared at me.

"Yes, it's nothing compared with you, but it seems that your young master is not as good as you, ha ha!" the child then mocked Chen Jiu.

"Chen Biao, how much strength do you have now?" Chen Jiu looked at the muscular childish child with a calm face.

"When I was six years old, I lifted a hundred catties. Now when I am ten years old, it's not a problem to lift 500 catties!" Chen Biao po said proudly.

"Well, I don't bully the small with the big. Give me a year. If I lift the weight of the martial bell with one hand, it will surpass the sum of your hands. How about?" Chen Jiu didn't talk nonsense and directly went down the afternoon.

"What? Chen Jiu, I think you're really crazy?" Chen Biao couldn't help laughing.

"Chen Biao, you are not convinced that your father lost to my father. Let my father be the patriarch. I tell you, you will still lose to me!" Chen Jiu provoked again.

"OK, make an appointment for the next year. If you lose, you will respect me when you see me later!" although Chen Biao is young, he is full of official prestige.

"No problem, but if you want to lose, pour me the toilet for three months!" Chen Jiu also put forward his own request.

"Hum, let's wait and see!" Chen Biao didn't object. In his opinion, Chen Jiu is a waste. Don't give it a year, even if it's ten years, what can he do? He is destined to be thrown away by himself!

"Er Dan, don't be stunned. Come to practice with me!" Chen Jiu said no more. He came to the smallest martial bell and began to try to lift it.

"Drink!" Chen Jiu tried hard, but it was just Wu Ling with a big fist, but it also made him tired and sweating. He reluctantly lifted it up, but soon fell down again and almost hit his foot.

"Young master, be careful!" Chen Erdan was just worried. He thought the young master was crazy!

"Er Dan, although the martial bell is small, it is really heavy. How many kilograms is this?" Chen Jiu didn't care about the people's complex faces and eyes, but devoted himself to cultivation.

"Young master, this is the smallest Wu Ling. One is only 20 jin!" Chen Erdan blushed with shame. He was ashamed in full view of the public.

"What? It's only twenty pounds. I'm sixteen years old anyway. I'm so strong." Chen Jiu was surprised and secretly hated how old Chen Jiu had to be before?

"Ha ha, overestimate yourself, Chen Jiu, just wait to respect my young master!" Chen Biao laughed recklessly without any worry.

"This... There's a good play to see!" many warriors still fear Chen Xia. Although they don't show too much, they don't hold any hope for Chen Jiu.

"Young master, why don't we go back?" Chen Erdan persuaded him. He didn't want to make a fool of himself.

"What are you going back to? Don't be idle. Go to the front and practice by yourself. I can surpass you in a few days. I tell you, the young master didn't eat meat today, so his strength is a little small. I'll impress you when I eat meat tomorrow!" Chen Jiu ordered unconsciously, so Chen Erdan had to go to the front and practice.

"Drink..." the next time, let others look at it and talk about themselves below. Chen Jiu aimed at the Wu Ling of 20 kg and just fought with it!

Tired and sweating, Chen Jiu never stopped. Finally, in the dead of night, when the martial arts field was silent, he looked at the small martial bell held above his head and smiled with satisfaction.