However, although there are many children, not every child has talent in martial arts.

After sitting here for a while, someone from the Changchun Hall came and took them away and led them to the nearby Changchun Hall.

During Chen An's observation, the first disciple who arrived was called out and then swallowed a large amount of pills and the like.

They seemed to accept everyone who came, no matter how many people came, they were all the same, they were just put here for training.

No matter what you say, Chen An is the reincarnation of a great innate master, and his past experiences and experiences are there.

"An'er, don't think too much."

Chen An has been staying here for more than half a month.

Soon, he stood out among thousands of people.

At this moment, Chen An doesn't have the mediocre qualifications he had in the past. He is clearly a peerless genius.

Chen An also used to be a member of the Sanhe Gang, and he knows very well about the training of these disciples.

And in the platform of Changchun Hall, who has a greater identity than the leader of Changchun Hall?

The so-called consumables are not a good word.

What's going on?

A martial artist swallows pills during martial arts practice. This is nothing in itself. It is all for the sake of practice.

Chen An was confused, but couldn't tell what was wrong.

They swallowed too many pills, and those chosen to do so were often not those with outstanding talents.

Chen An's current master, the Master of Changchun Hall, smiled and looked into the distance indifferently: "These are just consumables."

They worked hard wholeheartedly.

As long as you are strong enough, it doesn't matter what the Changchun Hall is like or whether it has other purposes.

Chen An became the disciple of the Changchun Hall Master, and Zhen Ruo had the greatest status.

Everything sounds fine.

They actually didn't do any unnecessary movements, but really taught them martial arts and taught them how to practice martial arts.

People everywhere looked at this scene with a touch of pity and ridicule in their eyes.

All things considered, the cost of training a disciple is actually not low.

In the following time, most of the disciples collected in the previous year were put into it and did similar things.

They know little about spiritual practice, they only know that inner energy is the sign of a true warrior. As long as they can refine inner energy, they can become a true warrior. From then on, they will become a master and no longer have to endure hunger.

Now it's just a matter of practicing an ordinary body-building martial art again. Isn't that an easy thing?

Even if there are some geniuses among the disciples here, they are definitely not as good as Chen An.

Chen An noticed this process and felt something was wrong.

On the side, a big hand patted Chen An on the shoulder.

In the end, the world still depends on fists.

Among the descendants of the Changchun Hall Master, Mei Changliu is not the oldest, but he is the one with the best talent.

Of course, this so-called talent is the best, but in the eyes of everyone around him, it is far from comparable to Chen An.

Or to put it in a harsh way, he is not even worthy of carrying shoes for Chen An.

There is no way, the martial arts talent shown on Chen Anming's face is too terrifying.
Chapter completed!