Scarlet Fire Town, Long family.
The huge mansion was divided into different areas. Different people with different statuses would have different positions.
In the southwest corner, there was a small, broken courtyard.
Peng.
With a loud bang, the door, which was already in tatters, was viciously smashed by a kick.
Three males and one female. Four youths rushed in. They looked fierce. Before they even arrived, angry roars could already be heard.
"Long Ao, you bastard. Do you want to kill us?"
In the courtyard, a youth with a tall and straight figure, sharp eyebrows, and bright eyes was practicing his fist. Every punch he threw out was filled with the might of a tiger. It seemed to have the strength of a hundred pounds.
Hearing the roars, Long Ao frowned. His face was filled with disgust. He took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
"Oh, our family's trash is actually so hardworking. It's really admirable."
"Pei, ninth brother, can you not disgust me like this? Trash is trash. No matter how hard he works, he's still trash. Have you seen anyone who hasn't condensed Inner Strength at the age of eighteen?"
"Nope."
"Isn't that enough? Our Long family's face has been completely lost by him. If it wasn't for uncle, this kind of trash would have already been thrown out of the family."
The three males and one female unscrupulously ridiculed Long Ao. Their faces were filled with disdain and ridicule, as if they were high and mighty.
The four of them were direct disciples of the Long family. They were Long Ao, Long Zheng, Long Fang, and Long Qianqian. Their fathers, Long Jian and Long Lin, were the younger brothers of Long Yi, Long Yi. The relationship between the five of them was self-evident.
Long Ao didn't say anything. His angry eyes showed the anger in his heart. This was because Long Ao clearly knew that no matter how angry he was, he could only endure it. Otherwise, he would only invite a beating.
"Hey, hey, hey, look. Old Seven is angry. You scared me to death. Old Seven, don't be angry. I'm so scared." Long Fang patted his own chest with a frightened expression.
"Long Ao, from now on, you're not allowed to practice my Long family's Tyrant Dragon Art."
"Why? Grandpa once said that as long as you're a disciple of the Long family, you can cultivate the Tyrant Dragon Art. "This time, Long Ao finally opened his mouth. The Tyrant Dragon Art was his only hope. If he couldn't cultivate it, then he would lose everything.
The disdain on Long An's face deepened as he said disdainfully, "Grandfather did say so, but it depends on who it is. A trash who can't even condense inner strength, cultivating the Tyrant Dragon Technique, other than embarrassing the Long family, tell me, what else can you do?"
He was left speechless by the other party's question because it was true. For a whole ten years, he was unable to condense his internal strength and had been stuck in the Houtian third sky realm.
"What? Not saying anything? Talking to a piece of trash like you is the greatest insult to me. Let's cut the crap. This time, we're here to settle the score. "
"What accounts?"
"Are you playing dumb with us? Old Seven, I really didn't expect that not only are you trash, but you're also a sinister villain. Yesterday, I asked you to clean the ancestral hall. Look at what you did. You caused us to be severely punished by Second Uncle. Tell me, how should we settle this score? "
"You made a mistake. Cleaning the ancestral hall is your business. Why do you want me to clean it? Since I helped you clean it, why do you still have to be picky? Since you think I didn't clean it well, why don't you clean it yourself? "
The anger in his heart was like a volcanic eruption, pouring out directly.
The four people were completely stunned by Long Ao's rhetorical question. Immediately, the four people's faces were filled with anger. Long An smiled coldly and said, "What a good eloquence. It seems that Old Seven's skin is itching again."
The four people smiled evilly and walked step by step towards Long Ao.
"You …"
Before Long Ao could finish his words, the four of them had already rushed forward. You punch, I kick, and the sky covered and the earth as they landed on Long Ao's body. After fighting for a full minute, the four of them stopped.
Looking at Long Ao, who was still standing firmly, the four people seemed to be moved. However, there was more ridicule and disdain in their eyes.
"Old Seven, don't blame me for not reminding you. If we see that the ancestral hall is not cleaned tomorrow morning, it won't be as simple as a simple beating. At that time, don't even think about practicing the Tyrant Dragon Art, you can forget about practicing any other martial arts."
The four people looked at him with disdain and seemed to be very happy to leave. As the four people's figures gradually disappeared, the four people's laughter could be faintly heard from time to time.
Long Ao stood resolutely. His clothes were tattered from head to toe and were stained with blood.
At this moment, Long Ao seemed to have forgotten the bursts of pain coming from his body. Because the anger and unwillingness in his heart were the greatest pain.
Long Ao clenched his fists tightly. His ten fingers pierced into his flesh, but he didn't know. He kept asking himself in his heart, "Why is this happening?"
Long Ao knew that he was constantly being humiliated and beaten up, but he didn't dare to fight back. All of this was because his strength wasn't enough. If he could condense his inner strength and achieve an endless cycle, would they still dare to do this?
Strength, strength, and more strength. Long Ao clearly knew that he had to have strength. Only then could he not be humiliated by others. His fists clenched tightly. Long Ao told himself that no matter how much effort he had to put in, he had to have strength.
In the Tianwu Continent, martial arts were respected.
Ten years ago, Long Ao, as the number one genius of the Long family, officially entered the Sixth Firmament of inner strength.
Ten years ago, Long Ao was eight years old.
An eight year old Sixth Firmament inner strength martial artist. Not to mention the Long family, even in the entire Chi Huo town, he was the most talented genius. Therefore, Long Ao was envied by countless people. Everyone used four words to describe him: amazing talent.
His cultivation speed was fast and his talent was high. He absolutely surpassed his peers and swept through the entire Chi Huo town.
But the heavens didn't listen.
When Long Ao broke through from the Sixth Firmament to the Seventh Firmament, the inner strength in his body couldn't achieve an endless cycle. In the end, it even plummeted. Not only did he not break through, but he also fell back to the Third Firmament of the Houtian realm.
No one knew the reason. Even Long Ao himself didn't know what happened. Since then, the Long family tried all kinds of methods to get back the genius of the past. But the end result was disappointment, disappointment, and disappointment.
When everyone chose to give up, Long Ao himself didn't give up. He cultivated day and night. He was ten thousand times more hardworking than others. But in the end, his endless efforts were all for naught.
Did he really have to give up?
In the past, Long Ao constantly asked himself. But the answer he got was always one, and that was to persevere.
The peak of martial arts, Long Ao had always dreamed of pursuing. Because he knew that if he wanted to survive, he had to become stronger. If not, he wouldn't have been able to persevere for ten years. Ten years of perseverance was not something everyone could do.
In this way, Long Ao persisted and worked hard for ten years. But fate was ruthless. It played the biggest joke on Long Ao. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he persevered, he still didn't succeed in condensing inner strength.
Gradually, the former genius was labeled as trash. Maybe it was because of envy, jealousy, and hatred, but now the disciples of the Long family came to find trouble with Long Ao from time to time. Not only did they taunt and ridicule him, but they also punched and kicked him.
Ten years of hard work, ten years of perseverance, and in the end, only the word trash was exchanged. Not only did it make him unable to raise his head, but it also made his father ashamed.
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