C45 Guojiao

On the first day that Ding Yi officially went to school, something happened in another part of the Dongning City.

In the eastern suburbs of Dongning City, there was a Dragon Mountain.

According to legend, before this place was a famous Taoist mountain, it was later developed by the government and built many high-class villas.

Those who were able to live here were either rich or noble, they were all the upper echelons of the Dongning City.

For example, half of the thirteen representatives representing the highest level of the Dongning City's government lived here, as well as the four great clans of the entire province.

One of the six villas to the northwest of Dragon Mountain belonged to one of the four great clans, the Chen family.

The Chen family could be said to be the real Wealthy family in the Dongning City.

What was a Wealthy Class? In the Empire, only those with hundreds of billions of dollars in wealth could be called Wealthy Classes.

However, in the Dongning City, there were at least ten families that had over a hundred billion gold coins.

But to be able to be called a Wealthy Class family, there were only four.

Only the large clans that had their roots in the Dongning City and could summon the rain and wind for more than a hundred years could be called large and powerful clans.

Those under a hundred years old could turn into dust overnight.

Nowadays, in the technology society, many new technologies and inventions could make a person rich overnight.

In the past 100 years, there were many people who became rich overnight because of an invention, a software, and a product. The previous time that someone owned a company, the market price had already exceeded 100 billion.

It was a pity that these people's foundations were not stable. Within a few years, they would be in danger of going bankrupt.

In the hundreds of years since the founding of the empire, countless Wealthy Classes have emerged in the Dongning City, hundreds of billions of rich people have emerged one after another.

But only the Jiang, Ding, Chen, and Xue Families, the Four Great Clans had maintained themselves at the top of the Dongning City, and did not move regardless of the storm.

Villa number six took up one hundred and eight mu, which was distributed in the shape of a gossip. When it was being built, Master Feng Shui and the martial arts masters were invited to arrange it according to the gossip of the nine palaces.

At this moment, two men and one woman were in a large room in the villa.

This room looked like a gym. There were a lot of fitness equipment, as well as a large sandbag. Most importantly, there were dozens of wooden stakes in the middle, like they were used for martial arts practice.

The oldest of the three looked to be in his forties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He had a tall stature, and with his hands behind his back, he looked like a towering tree.

In front of him was a man and a woman, both in their early twenties. They were wearing old-fashioned Tang suit and black cloth shoes, as if they were young people from the Republic of China from several hundred years ago.

The man stood on a platform that was almost two meters tall. Below the platform was a large bucket filled with water, with a long rope tied to the bucket and a wooden stick attached to one end. The man held the wooden stick with both hands, continuously spinning it.

When he mentioned the high platform, he slowly let go and put it back on the ground, repeating it over and over again.

It was very taxing for him to use the stick to lift a bucket of water. Plus, he didn't turn on the air conditioner in the hall, so under such a hot weather, the young man was covered in sweat. The sweat on his face dripped down like rain.

"Phew!" He was panting heavily. His face was flushed and he would occasionally raise his head to look at the middle-aged man. His eyes seemed to be begging for mercy.

However, the middle-aged man remained motionless and did not look at him. The young man could only grit his teeth and continue.

The woman by the side, however, was different.

Although she was wearing the Tang suit, it didn't cover up Ling Ling's curves.

Her legs were bent and her body was half turned. One hand was clenched into a fist at her waist while the other was placed horizontally in front of her eyes. She stood there like a pillar, not moving at all.

Her body was also covered in sweat. The sweat had soaked her silk dress to the point where it revealed her sexy underwear. She ignored it and remained motionless.

In fact, the man's hands were already twisted until they were powerless and the woman's legs were trembling. However, the middle-aged man did not speak, but both of them clenched their teeth and persevered.

"Master Deng …" The young man finally could not hold it in anymore, he raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man with a pitiful expression.

A sliver of disappointment flashed across the middle-aged man's eyes as he secretly sighed, "Stop."

Hearing this word, which was like the rustling of the sky, the young man quickly let go. Bang! The bucket heavily fell to the ground. He sat down on the high platform and breathed heavily as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

The girl seemed to be a little stronger than him. She stood there for another ten seconds before she slowly withdrew her hand and retracted her momentum.

"Master Deng, how long will it take for me to twist the wooden stick like this? to be able to stand as big as big sister? " The young man muttered.

"You want to stand up? I can make you stand right now. " The Master Deng said coldly: "Do you think it's easier to stand on footholds than you? You are practicing the arts, not sports. "

So it turned out that they were practicing the National Technique.

"It's better not to." The man chuckled. He naturally knew that standing still was even more difficult. However, not standing still for a day proved that he couldn't cultivate the country technique for a day.

"There is a saying in the country technique that one can only practice martial arts after ten years, and only after ten years can one practice martial arts."

You guys have started too late, so you've lost the best time to learn martial arts. Now, what I'm going to teach you guys, is all targeted practice.

"Three to ten years?" The youth's eyes widened as he said in surprise, "I will have to wait thirty years to hit someone?" I've become an old man.

The woman glared at him and said in a deep voice, "Dad wants us to learn boxing, we only hope to strengthen our bodies. If you want to use it to fight, I advise you not to."

"Well said." A flash of praise appeared in Master Deng's eyes.

How in the world do you know that I am formidable despite having learned a battle technique? Her little brother muttered in his heart.

The three of them were talking when the door suddenly opened. A woman in her thirties walked in: "Master Deng, Mr. Chen invited you in."

"Oh, I'll be right there." Master Deng nodded his head, then said to the two of them: "You two can rest for five minutes, Ruo Lan, you can stand for another half an hour, and Ruo Feng, you can do it a hundred times."

"Yes, Master Deng." Chen Ruolan's beautiful face did not have a single trace of hesitation.

"Ah, a hundred times." Chen Ruofeng said with a bitter face, his brows knitted into a frown.

"Why don't we change it? You stand here, I'll do it? " Chen Ruolan sneered.

"No need for elder sister, you stand, you stand." Chen Ruofeng hurriedly shook his head.

Master Deng ignored the two and turned around to quickly leave. After walking out of the room, he walked two floors down to the main hall of the villa.

An elegant middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa in the hall.

The man had a square face and large ears. He looked handsome and had an extraordinary heroic air. Sitting upright on the sofa, he had an imposing manner that was not angry.

This middle-aged man was one of the Four Great Families of Dongning City, the head of the Chen Family, Chen Ting.

The Chen family was known as the wealthiest in the Dongning. They had occupied the position of the wealthiest person in the Dongning City for more than two hundred years already, and no family had ever dared to challenge their position due to their wealth.

There was an old saying in the Empire that only those who were wealthy for three generations could accomplish this. Although many clans had risen to prominence in history, they were usually short-lived and disappeared very quickly.

The Chen family had been the wealthiest in the Dongning City for more than two hundred years.

As the current Patriarch of the Chen family, not only was Chen Ting the President of the Dongning City Chamber of Commerce, he was also the President of the Dongning Bank.

In front of Chen Ting, there were two men standing there respectfully with charming smiles on their faces. The expressions on their faces looked as if they were two obedient dogs.

If Ding Yi was here, he would have recognized them immediately.

These two people were Wu Sheng and chunguo from the BMW nightclub.

"Master Deng, come take a look." Seeing that the Master Deng had arrived, Chen Ting immediately stood up and handed him an item.

Master Deng took the thing in Chen Ting's hand. It was a pen.

The pen was originally a very ordinary thing, but Master Deng knew that there must be something special about Chen Ting giving it to him.

There were a lot of bloodstains on it. Master Deng swept his gaze over it and saw that Wu Sheng was still hugging a piece of gauze to his right hand, as if he had been injured.

"Someone pierced your hand with this pen?" Master Deng asked?

"Master Deng is amazing, I could tell with a single glance. It was pierced through, and then it was nailed to the solid wooden table." Brother Sheng was like a grandson here, honest and obedient.

Even if he was in North of the city, he could only be considered a part of the top. Here, it was really not enough for the Chen Family to see.

North of the city had three tigers, which could be considered to be a big shot in the north of the city. To him, not to mention the four big clans above the three tigers, this was a giant existence.

Master Deng heard his affirmation, his eyes were like electric torches as he sized up the pen, the more he looked, the more moved he became.

At this time, the chunguo took out a piece of wood from his pocket. "We sawed the table and brought this over too, it's this kind of wood."

This Wu Sheng was very meticulous with his work, he even cut and tore apart his own desk, bringing the table over.

Master Deng took the piece of wood and looked at the pen again.

"This pen is very brittle. It can actually pierce through a person's hand bone and even insert itself into solid wood?" He thought for a while, and when he saw the tea table in front of Chen Ting, he suddenly bent his waist and placed the piece of wood on the tea table.

The pen stabbed into the wood like a knife.

He slowly let go of the pen and placed it on the table.

"Hiss!" Brother Sheng sucked in a breath of cold air and was overjoyed. "That's right, that's right! Master Deng has great kung fu!"

But before he could finish, the pen split in half from the middle, broke, and broke into many small pieces.

Everyone looked at each other.

Master Deng shook his head: "How many centimeters do you think I should nail onto the table? How many centimeters does he put in? "

Brother Sheng looked, and only the tip of the pen was inserted in, gently lifting it up, and he remembered that it took Ding Yi half a day to pull out the pen after inserting the pen, at least there was half a pen inside, the difference between the two was really hard to describe.

"How is it?" Chen Ting looked at Master Deng.

"At the very least, he's at the peak of the Dark Jing realm. He's trained his martial arts to the muscles, and every muscle and piece of flesh contains a tremendous amount of energy. So with a gentle thrust, he can pierce through the bones and enter the wood."

"Although I can insert it into the wood, I have yet to reach the Altering Muscle stage. My muscles cannot exert their strongest power, and I cannot control them, so when I insert it in, the pen will break. His skill is extremely close, and may even reach the Strength Conversion stage …" Master Deng's face became even paler.

Wu Sheng and chunguo did not understand, what do you mean by hidden strength? However, listening to Master Deng's words, it was obvious that the person with the surname Deng was not as good as Ding Yi, so he immediately exclaimed in his heart, No way, can we not get our revenge?