Chapter 1875 The Dream of Cutting Tears
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The children Jiu Xing saw were of course the descendants of their clan guards.
Since the fifth Qingtong invaded Haiye Island, Zhanxi and others have become more and more annoyed at their own weakness and cannot help the island.
So they've been training harder than ever since.
It has to be said that the offspring of this group of ethnic guards may have their parents' powerful genes in their bodies.
For martial arts, he has a high talent.
The people of the Night Blade just gave some pointers, and they could quickly comprehend.
Now the ten children have initially mastered the ancient martial arts in the Yewu Zhendian.
Among them, Zhanxi, the most talented, even touched the edge of ancient Qiwu.
In the future, if there are ancient warriors among these people, with their excellent physical fitness, they will take the four big characters seriously—
The future is promising.
The boy didn't cry easily, but he didn't get to the sad part.
Seeing Jiu Xing's moving appearance that did not seem to be fake, Ye Hong became more and more curious about the story of this man.
But Ye Hong didn't rush to ask questions, because he knew that Jiu Xing would tell him the truth sooner or later.
"Hey! Uncle, how come you are a manly man, but you are crying here!"
When Jiu Xing lowered his head and wiped his tears, a young but confident voice sounded in front of Jiu Xing.
Jiu Xing was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw a little boy with a face full of disgust.
It turned out that the children had just finished a round of training, and when they were resting, the sharp-eyed Zhanxi saw Ye Hong and others at the seaside, and immediately ran over excitedly.
Jiu Xing smiled as he looked at Zhanxi's look like a little adult.
He reached out his hand, as if intending to touch Zhanwei's head.
Fifth Qinglan subconsciously wanted to intercept, but was stopped by Ye Hong shaking his head.
He couldn't feel any malice from Jiu Xing's body.
Jiu Xing's big hand fell steadily on Zhanxi's head, and asked in a very kind tone: "Little brother, what is your name, what is your name?"
Zhan Qi usually dislikes others to treat him as a dutiful son, and only a few people such as Ye Hong, Ono, Kuang Yu and others can touch his head.
But facing the touch of the stranger, Jiu Xing, Zhan Qi didn't dodge for some reason.
But he still rolled his eyes, his face full of displeasure: "Uncle, don't call me little brother.
My name is Zhanxi, the next Chief Instructor of Ancient Martial Arts of Nightblade!
Remember? "
Ye Hong laughed dumbly, and scolded in his heart: This stinky boy is a real kid.
Because Ye Hong couldn't stay in the night blade for a long time, the head of the ancient martial arts of the night blade changed several times.
It was Leng Feng at the earliest, but after Leng Feng went out to inquire about the news, he handed over the position to Ji Er.
However, Ji Er's martial arts talent is good, but it is difficult for this Dahan bear to teach people.
Later, Ye Hong asked Xue Jianing to assist Ji Er.
But Xue Jianing is a woman after all, so there are many inconveniences in this regard.
Fortunately, the addition of Wu Chi allowed Ji Er to take a good breath.
Wu Chi has learned from the directors of various schools and factions in the ancient martial arts world, and is proficient in various routines.
His ideas are highly compatible with the ever-changing Yewu Zhentian.
So Ye Hong handed over the position of head coach to Wu Chi.
An ancient martial artist is the head coach, so the strength of the members of the night blade is still not flying?
Especially the children like Zhanxi worshipped the mighty Wu Chi.
And Zhanxi's ultimate dream is to reach the realm of martial arts and become Yeren's next ancient martial arts chief.
"Cut the weeping... cut the weeping... cut the weeping..."
Jiu Xing read the name back and forth several times, then gave a thumbs up and praised: "Good name! As expected of..."