In the Yue family's city, it is actually a very honorable thing to be a slave of the Yue family. Their status and treatment are higher than those of those guests and ordinary civilians. In addition, if they can achieve something in personal force, then the treatment is basically not under the ordinary children of the Yue clan, and the people of the clan will not treat them as slaves.

And a child like Ran Li, who is born and raised in the clan and whose parents are both servants of the Yue family, is even more trusted. If you can become a martial artist, most of them will be given the surname Yue and absorbed into the clan by marriage.

Therefore, Ran Li's insistence also made Yue Yu feel extremely puzzled. Ran Li's surname is simple, but people are not very stupid, and it is not clear which choice is more beneficial to their future.

Because he was worried that his identity as the person who took away the sacrifice would be exposed, Yue Yu never dared to ask Ran Li about it. However, more than half a month ago, a dream talk in Ran Li's nap made him more or less know some reasons.

Yue Yu clearly remembered that that time this stupid boy was in tears, and his voice was so vague that he couldn't hear it clearly. In the end, he only barely understood one sentence, which was about the meaning of 'Abba, Grandma, I must guard the young master'. At that time, Ran Li's words suddenly became extremely firm, so Yue Yu's sense of hearing finally played a role.

After that, Yue Yu specially used the intelligence gathering methods he had learned in his previous life to inquire about it.

The death of Ran Li's parents was something he already knew. Therefore, Yue Yu's focus is on the relationship between these two couples and their elders. It wasn't until not long ago that he knew that his 'father' had instructed Ran Li's father in martial arts for a period of time, and then he had saved Ran Li's parents twice. Therefore, before the temporary, Ran Li was instructed to repay the favor.

This not only made Yue Yu feel lucky, but also made him feel a little regretful. This Ran Li is a stunned surname, once he recognizes something, he will not give up, and he will not even be able to make a slight adaptation. In fact, for now, if this little guy can have higher achievements, it will help him even more.

Fortunately, even if Ran Li didn't enter the Blood Refining Hall, his current entry is not bad, and now he has begun to practice the Great Fury Hades Axe, and this kind of internal force also needs at least level seven to practice the axe method. At the age of fifteen, his strength is really beyond that of teenagers of the same age. Even alarmed the clan elders, and specially arranged an elderly warrior here for him to give special guidance.

Yue Yu naturally didn't have this treatment, but he didn't feel any dissatisfaction with it. When it comes to qualifications, I am indeed far behind Ran Li, which is also something that cannot be helped.

Waving the ironwood sword indiscriminately, Yue Yu was about to find out how to feel it first, until a martial arts instructor next to him was a little blind, and he glared at him, and then he practiced swordsmanship. What he is practicing now is the basic sword style that has been passed down in the clan, a total of three hundred and sixty-five styles of Zhou Tian Xingchen, which is the foundation of all sword techniques in the world. And now, he has practiced to the stage of 200 to 250 styles.

However, after less than three minutes of practice, Yue Yu listened to a series of snickering laughter around him. And those contemptuous glances are becoming more and more obvious.

Yue Yu couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, he himself knew best that such a situation would occur. The brachioradialis muscle in his current body is about half a minute longer than the others, and the elbow joint is more flexible than others. Therefore, when making a sword, the tip of the sword will always be two or three centimeters higher than that of others in the same sword style.

If in the previous life, this swordsmanship was only used for performance, then others would say two words at most flashy, after all, the tip of this sword is slightly raised, and it is indeed a little better-looking. But in this era when everything is based on actual combat, it is naturally a huge flaw in the eyes of others, and it is natural for others to laugh at it.

Speaking of which, a few years ago, those martial artists of the clan would think that the root bones of his body were extremely poor, and the defect of the brachioradialis muscle was probably one of the reasons.

Shaking his head, Yue Yu didn't hear these ridicules at all, and continued to practice these sword styles that seemed to others to be a bit nondescript.

In fact, for him, it is quite simple to make these sword styles look decent. It can be easily done with a little muscle control as you stretch your arms. However, as a high-achieving student who is about to graduate from the Department of Physical Education and Health Care, Yue Yu understands that if he continues for such a long time, his brachioradialis muscle will have spasms sooner or later, and several muscles in the upper arm that control the elbow joint will also form dark injuries.

So he is now taking a completely different path, since he doesn't want to hurt his body, then he can only find another way, to change these sword styles, so that they can adapt to his body!

-- Every time the sword is raised, the tip of the sword is two centimeters higher than the others, which is certainly a disadvantage. But if the sword is good, it is not an advantage. The key is that in the transformation of this basic sword style, if you can develop your strengths and avoid your weaknesses, you may not be worse than others.

However, just for the sake of this sword style improvement, Yue Yu had endured those strange stares in this martial arts training ground for more than two months. Fortunately, in his young body, there is the soul of a mature man, who can not care about other people's opinions at all. Otherwise, if it is the bottom line of the original Yue Yu, I am afraid that it will collapse on the first day.

As time passed, a red glow gradually rose on the horizon, and the whole world was slowly dyed orange and yellow. And Yue Yu's face was gradually covered with sweat like everyone else. Although he was holding an ironwood sword in his hand, his weight and hardness were no different from a real sword. At the age of twelve, swinging for a long time is indeed a great test of perseverance and endurance.

At this time, the surrounding taunts had gradually died down, and all the teenagers began to focus on the practice of their own martial arts. And those rotating warriors who served as teachers didn't bother to pay attention to how well Yue Yu practiced. In this world, the survival of the fittest, resources are always the priority of those who are stronger and more promising. In the eyes of these instructors, instead of wasting time on the waste next to them, it is better to spend some time and train those children who are more qualified in martial arts.

As for Yue Yu himself, he was so happy. A while ago, he met a few kind rotating samurai, as well as some of his 'father's' old friends and subordinates, who wanted to open some small stoves for him. But for him, this is a complete disaster, and the so-called guidance is just a waste of his time. Without the noise of these people, he would be able to focus more on the 'improvement' of these basic sword styles. It wasn't until Yue Yu resisted in a negative way for more than a month that he lamented words like 'rotten wood cannot be carved' and completely gave up pointing to him.

Originally, he thought that today could be like the previous ten days, and he could continue to practice without anyone paying attention. However, it had only been a little more than an hour of practice when I heard a cry in my ears.

"Hey, you're a good kid. At first glance, these sword styles may seem chaotic, but when you think about it, there is nothing too wrong with them. It's just that your doll's surname is too ignorant of the sky!"

Yue Yu frowned slightly when he heard this, looking for the source of the dry voice, and then there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. It was an old man in his fifties with a somewhat unfamiliar appearance, who was standing beside Ran Li, obviously in charge of guiding little 'Zhang Fei' to practice the Angry Hades Axe today.

To Yue Yu's surprise, the sleeves of the brocade robe on the old man's body were embroidered with four silver threads. I didn't pay attention to it in the dark before, but now it was a little dazzling under the sunlight.

In this Yuejia Castle, the copper wire represents the samurai, and the silver wire belongs to the samurai. These four silver lines should represent the symbols of the fourth-level martial artists, and they are almost the top batch of martial artists in this Yuejia City. He didn't expect that with Ran Li's current level, he would be able to alarm such an existence.

As for the old man's ability to read his thoughts, he came second. Those low-level warriors naturally couldn't understand what he was doing, and only thought that Yue Yu was practicing swords and out of shape. However, in the eyes of this fourth-level martial artist who had been immersed in silver all his life in martial arts, Yue Yu's purpose of changing these sword styles was naturally like a vision.