"Brother! Big Brother! Are you awake?" With a crisp and tender voice, a little girl ran into the room.

"Well, brother is awake, it's okay. Is Xiaoyu happy?" Zhao Feng said with a smile.

"Of course, brother! You are so awesome! You have beaten to death by such a big tiger!" Zhao Yu said authentically with a little star on his face.

"Haha, of course, brother is amazing." Zhao Yun brought a glass of water at this time, "Brother, you drink water."

"Xiaoyun, Xiaoyu, help me out for a walk." After drinking the water, Zhao Feng felt that his physical strength had recovered a little, so he didn't want to always lie on the bed.

After Qing'er's improvement, it has to be said that Zhao Feng's physique has become more than a little stronger. Zhao Feng's strong body recovered in just two days.

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"Damn! Brother, what's wrong with you today? Why are you so fierce?" Zhao Yun looked at his brother and asked in confusion. Of course, these words were basically learned from Zhao Feng in the past two days.

Zhao Yun looked at his brother, as if he was looking at a stranger, as if his brother had become stronger after that injury? In the past, he could at least deal with his brother for a while, and he had to fight hundreds of moves before he could lose. Now? Now it seems that he was defeated in seconds! Within ten moves, Zhao Yun was knocked to the ground. This pure brother abused him!

"Haha, brother, teach you a few tricks, come on, this, this." Zhao Feng laughed proudly. How pleasant it would be torture Zhao Zilong, a white horse and silver spear that would completely torture later generations?

Just as Zhao Yun was reluctant, Zhao Feng pulled him up and guided him little by little.

Although their current master is a master of gun skills, Tong Yuan, how can Tong Yuan compare with Zhao Feng's plug-in system? Zhao Feng chose to use a gun, and the system gave dozens of sets of marksmanship, including the Luo Family Gun, Yang Family Gun, Yue Family Gun, etc., even the Seven Disc Snake Snake Gun created by Zhao Yun, which are all those marksmanship praised by later generations.

After a day, Zhao Yun was beaten to the ground by Zhao Feng more than ten times. Although he was abused very badly, he had gained a lot.

Day after day, year after year, Zhao Yun is no longer something that Zhao Zilong can think of in the later generations.

The days passed day by day, and in a blink of an eye, it had already reached six years of light.

At this time, Zhao Feng was already twenty years old, with a sharp angular face, sword eyebrows, starry eyes, and a slender and upright figure, looking handsome and imposing.

"Master, I want to lead Xiaoyun and Xiaoyu out for some experience." One day, after the martial arts practice was over, Zhao Feng said to Tong Yuan.

"Well, it's good to go out for a walk, but don't go astray! Since you are all grown up and have parents by your side, then as a teacher, I will give you the name of Yun Conglong, Hu Congfeng, Yun'er's name is Zilong, and Feng'er's name is Zihu! I hope you will support each other and fight side by side on the road ahead!" Tong Yuan said.

"Well, please remember!" Zhao Feng and Zhao Yun nodded one after another.

"Wait, I have something to give to you." Tong Yuan turned around and walked towards the backyard.

Soon after, he turned back again, holding a silver spear and holding two snow-white horses. He saw that the two horses were all over the body, all white, without a single variegated color.

"These two are famous horses in the Western Regions, and the Jade Lion of Ye Zhao. I got them by chance a few years ago. They were still foals at that time. Now they have grown up. Now they are given to you brothers to help you gallop on the battlefield." Tong Yuan said, "There is also this gun that I used in my early years. It is called the Gentian Silver Spear, and I will also give it to you."

"Thank you, Master." Zhao Feng and Zhao Yun bowed respectfully, took the silver spear and the horse.

"Go, don't come back, this world will belong to you young people in the future!" Tong Yuan waved his hand and walked into the room alone.

Looking at Tong Yuan's slightly older back, tears burst into tears in the corners of the two brothers' eyes.

"Let's go, call Xiaoyu first, let's go down the mountain!" Zhao Feng said.

"So fast?!" Zhao Yun was a little surprised. He was thinking about tomorrow.

"Of course, my younger brother and sister are also calling us, let's go together!" Seeing Zhao Yun's appearance, Zhao Feng knew that he couldn't bear to leave his childhood sweetheart Fan Juan.

"Okay... OK." Zhao Yun turned around and left with a red face.

"Haha!" Zhao Feng laughed at Zhao Yun's appearance.

Because Zhao Feng and Zhao Yun became a disciple of Tong Yuan, they have been living on the mountain for ten years, so Zhao Yu naturally lived with his two brothers. As for Fan Juan, he was a neighbor of the Zhao family. Since childhood, four children have played together and they are in love with Zhao Yun. Now they are in a state of being unmarried by Zhao Yun. Just two years ago, the Fan family was robbed by bandits, and simply because Fan Juan was not at home and escaped by luck. Since then, Fan Juan has also lived on the mountain.

After a while, Zhao Yun led Zhao Yu and Fan Juan to the yard.

"Xiaoyun and I are going to have some experience. What about you? Should we go with us or wait for us to come back here?" Zhao Feng asked.

"Of course I'm going with you!" Xiaoyu said, "What's the point of staying in the mountain."

"I'm with Brother Yun." Fan Juan said with a slightly red face.

"Okay, you go back and clean up, we will go down the mountain in a while! We will try to arrive at Zhending County before dark." Zhao Feng said.

After a while, several people gathered together, each carrying a small baggage.

"You can use this gun." Zhao Feng handed the silver gun to Zhao Yun. He knew that Zhao Yun, who was later, used this gun and Cao Cao's green steel sword, killed thousands of troops from Changbanpo to seven in and seven out. A gentleman did not take advantage of others, and Zhao Feng did not want to destroy his brother's image in the hearts of people in the later generations, so he gave the gun to Zhao Yun.

"What about you? Brother!" Zhao Yun naturally loved this gentian silver spear very much, but his brother also used the gun. No matter how he said he had to give the gun to Zhao Feng.

"You use it better than me. I will build another gun if I have the chance in the future!" Zhao Feng said with a smile.

"Okay. I'll use it first. If you don't have a more suitable weapon in the future, I will return this gun to you." Zhao Yun nodded and nodded, took the gun.
Chapter completed!