I'm not an elite villain.

"One, two, three..." The sound of drill in the military camp resounded through the sky.

The sun shone on the square of the military camp. Zhou Liao, wearing iron armor, stood majestically aside, his eyes revealing determination and expectation.

Zhou Mingze was standing beside him. He had changed his clothes when he came over. There was a clear stupidity in his eyes and he looked a bit nerdy.

Zhou Liao put his hands on his hips and glanced around, his eyes resting on a few big men in the military camp. They all had hard muscles and fierce eyes.

Zhou Liao said calmly: "Xiao Ming, do you dare to fight with them?"

If he wasn’t my brother, I would be crippled... (jpg. Big yellow dog shaking his head crazily. GIF)

Zhou Ming's face changed, and he said in a trembling voice: "Brother, I... I'm not strong enough, can I not fight with them?"

Seeing his cowardly look, Zhou Liao couldn't bear it any longer.

Zhou Liao smiled, with a hint of severity in his tone: "Xiao Ming, you know that in my country of Zhongyuan, various Taoist methods are prevalent, and the strong are respected.

Today, I want you to understand that only by going through hardships can you become a truly strong person. "

You are not a strong person and it is not something that can be learned quickly in a few days. You have to try it.

"Brother, I dare not think about it. It's too far away from me." Zhou Ming widened his eyes when he heard this, looking a little aggrieved.

Zhou Liao looked at Pan Xian’an with an indescribable look. . . . .

Why is Xiao Ming so conceited...

However, Pan Xian'an still nodded and mustered up the courage to walk towards the big men.

Don't beat me up... Pan Xian'an begged silently in his heart. (jpg. Cat kneeling down and begging for mercy. GIF)

"Hello, Deputy Commander Zhou!" The big man greeted Zhou Liao with a big grin following behind him.

"Well, how is Wang Kai's practice going?"

One of the big guys scratched his head, smiled innocently and said, "It's fine."

Seeing the friendly relationship between the big man and Zhou Liao, Pan Xian'an felt relieved.

Deputy Commander Zhou suddenly stopped him: "Xiao Ming, you just need to compete with them in boxing."

"No, buddy?!" Zhou Ming was stunned and looked at Deputy Commander Zhou in confusion.

The big guys laughed even louder, saying sarcastically, "No way, no way, there are still people who can't even throw a punch!!!"

Deputy Commander Zhou's face darkened and he said in a cold voice: "What are you laughing at! Xiao Ming, you just need to feel the boxing with your heart, and you will naturally understand the essence of martial arts."

Isn't that just asking for a fight? Pan Xian'an secretly glared at Zhou Liao in confusion, but his elder brother wouldn't kill him, would he? So he challenged those big men to a boxing match.

As expected by everyone, Zhou Ming was beaten to a pulp by the opponent in just a few minutes.

The big men looked at Deputy Commander Zhou in surprise: No, where did this little Karami come from?

Fortunately, they did not use all their strength, otherwise Pan Xianan might have been paralyzed in bed and unable to get up.

Deputy Commander Zhou smiled and nodded: "Not bad, Xiaoming, you have worked very hard. But from now on you must continue to work hard and defeat the enemy..."

Ah, this... I tried hard... Pan Xian'an looked at the sky with an expressionless face, death is determined by fate, wealth and honor are in the hands of God.

Deputy Marshal Zhou is majestic, with a muscular body and a powerful aura.

At this moment, he was staring at his younger brother Zhou Ming with sharp eyes.

Zhou Mingnian was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a childish face and a thin body, but he also had a determined look on his face.

He looked as if he was ready to die.

"Not bad~" Zhou Liao patted Zhou Ming's shoulder.

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Pan Xian'an stayed in Zhou's mansion for more than two years, and he waited until his adopted cousin was made the crown prince.

During the years of studying in the Imperial College, I was called by my elder brother to go to the military camp for training, and when I went there, I asked for leave from the chief priest.

There are exams once a month, twelve times a year.

Those who perform well get one point, those who perform averagely get half a point, and those who fail get no point.

If you get eight points, you can be promoted to the next grade and graduate through the point system. Graduate internship students can be promoted to Ratexing Hall. As long as you get eight points, you can be recommended by the Imperial College to intern in the court department.

In the imperial court, Zhou Yitan, a prestigious official, was asking the emperor for advice: "Your Majesty, I have a son named Zhou Ming, who is very intelligent. I want him to join the army and serve the country. I hope Your Majesty can give me some advice."

The emperor pondered for a moment and said, "Lord Zhou, I trust your son, but the current situation in our country is stable. It would be better to let him inherit your martial arts first. If there is a war in the future, it will not be too late to let him fight in the bushes."

Zhou Yitan took the order and took Zhou Ming back home.

Although Zhou Ming is still young, his eyes already reveal clear stupidity. No! It is a determined light.

He knew that his entire life might be related to the Zhou Mansion or the General's Mansion.

Day after day, Zhou Ming practiced martial arts under the strict guidance of his elder brother Zhou Liao and the vigorous Zhou Yitan, and was worn out.

After these few years, his martial arts skills have become outstanding (for Pan Xian'an himself, after all, he did not go out to the outside world to explore, but stayed in the ordinary Central Plains). . . . . .

On this day, the emperor suddenly came to Zhou Mansion with the purpose of testing Zhou Ming's martial arts.

The atmosphere on the field was tense. Suddenly, Zhou Ming's eyes became fierce, and he used his unique skill "Hundred Turns and Thousands of Returns". His figure was as fast as a shadow, making the emperor dazzled.

The emperor was secretly surprised. Zhou Ming's martial arts skills were indeed much more sophisticated...

Finally, the emperor used a "thunderous" move and knocked the gloomy Zhou Ming to the ground.

Although Zhou Ming was defeated, there was no fear in his eyes.

The emperor nodded and praised: "Zhou Ming, your martial arts have opened my eyes. In the future, you will become a pillar of the country like your father and brother..."

Zhou Ming accepted the order respectfully, but he had already decided in his heart that in this life he would not only inherit the martial arts taught by his brother and father, but also safeguard peace for the country.

From then on, Zhou Ming continued to practice martial arts amid the emperor’s praise, and gradually gained some fame of his own. . . . .

And his name is well-known to everyone.

Everyone knows that Zhou Ming is not only the youngest son of the Zhou family, but also a gifted genius.

Deputy Commander Zhou said in a deep voice: "Xiao Ming, you know that this boxing technique is very important. If you practice it well, it will be a sharp weapon in your hand.

I will teach you this set of boxing techniques, you must study it carefully." After saying this, Deputy Commander Zhou took a stance and demonstrated this set of boxing techniques.

Zhou Ming followed the instructions meticulously, however, as a beginner, he always failed to grasp the key points and made mistakes repeatedly.

There was a hint of doubt in the eyes of the soldiers watching.

Seeing this, Zhou Liao thought to himself, "This boxing technique is a family secret. Could it be that Xiao Ming really can't master it?"

Zhou Ming felt the pressure from the people around him, and a trace of shame flashed across his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by firm belief.

He secretly made up his mind to learn the new boxing skills taught by his brother and inherit the Zhou family boxing that has been passed down through the ages.

Day after day, Zhou Ming gradually found the rhythm of boxing through hard training.

His movements were no longer stiff and his punches were more fluid.

When the soldiers saw Zhou Ming's efforts, they were all amazed and felt a sense of admiration for him.

Finally, one month later, during the inspection by Deputy Marshal Zhou, Zhou Ming performed a set of boxing techniques smoothly and with great momentum.

Zhou Yitan's eyes widened, his face full of surprise: "Good, good, good! Xiaoming, you finally mastered this set of boxing!"

Zhou Ming panted and smiled, “Thank you, brother and father, for teaching me boxing.

I will definitely work harder and live up to my family’s expectations.”

Zhou Liao looked at his brother with hope in his eyes. He patted his shoulder and said with satisfaction: "Okay, I believe you can become the pride of the family!"

From then on, Zhou Ming became famous in the army and became an outstanding person.

This set of boxing techniques is the famous "Pojun Fist"...