Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Chapter 137: Wastewood Boys Are Sticky 1

“Hey, you say that our Gu clan is a thousand generations old, generations proud, how can this generation of people be a waste? ”

“Who knows? Our distinguished Master Gu Hao, are you 18 years old? ”

“Yeah, according to the rules of the family, if you can't officially become a martial artist by the age of twenty, you will be expelled from your home and hence become a bystander! ”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. ”

“Oh, even if the chief is his own uncle? Waste is waste after all! ”

“ …… ”

Inside a solemn and quaint compound, a young man in black was blocked on the road by a group of his peers.

These heartless words come from the mouths of these teenagers and girls.

“I'm going to practice, please step aside.” The young man in black, Guhao, said coldly.

“Practice? Did you hear what Master Gu Hao said? He said he was going to practice, hahahaha...”

“Hahahahahahaha...” The crowd laughed.

A young girl in a long orange dress, headed by the head, exaggerated: “We, Master Guhao, work hard every day to cultivate. Until now, we are not even martial artists! ”

Another teenager went on to say: “I'm afraid it's our young master. He thinks sitting there sleeping is practicing...”

The young man in black held his fist tightly in his sleeve, pushing too hard and causing the blues to appear.

He took a deep breath and looked at the crowd:

“What if I'm just a martial artist? I have two more years. I'm still the master of the ancient family! ”

“If you can't wait to step on me, wait at least two years. ”

Two years later, Gu Hao reached the age of twenty and became a full adult.

Ancient family rules, this family is at least 20 years old. If you cannot break through the martial arts service and become a true warrior, you will be expelled from your home and reduced to a lower rank!

A bunch of young masters didn't expect him to talk like that and hold on for a while.

Gu Hao glanced at them coldly and never left.

……

In a dense forest outside the ancient city.

The fist fell hard on the tree and the leaves fell.

“Why!”

Faced with the falling of the crowd and the still unchanged teenager, at this moment the roar of the glorious:

“I work harder than everyone else, harder than all practice! Why, why would God play with me like that? ”

In this land of martial arts, everyone can practise martial arts and respect martial arts.

People who practice martial arts produce a special energy in their bodies, called spiritual power.

Spiritual power is graded by color: red orange, yellow, green, blue, purple.

Red is the weakest, purple is the supreme.

Correspondingly, there are seven ranks of martial arts: martial arts, martial arts, martial arts, martial arts, martial arts, martial arts, martial arts, martial arts, martial arts.

Even a less talented person can become a martial artist, several times more powerful than ordinary people, if he practises hard work.

However, a martial artist is not a true martial arts practitioner.

To be a true martial arts practitioner, a martial arts practitioner is a threshold.

The martial arts title can be obtained by harsh training, but not by martial arts.

Talent, effort, indispensable.

As a millennial family, the Gu clan is also the first large family in the ancient city. The middle son of the clan, with the blood of the martial arts, has hardly ever appeared. When he was an adult, he did not reach the martial arts grade.

Especially this guy, he's still in the family!

It's embarrassing to say so!

'Cause they're all blind! ”A dull woman sounded in his ear.

Gu Hao shocked: “Who? ”