After rebirth in the wilderness, you can travel back and forth to the earth

The giant red sun rises slowly in the sky, and the dawn breaks through the darkness and shines on the earth.

The ice and snow melted, forming a shallow stream that trickled away.

When spring comes, all things revive, and outside the tribe, beasts roar and birds chirp in an endless stream.

"Now the child is so strong!"

After the morning practice, the martial arts stage in the tribal square was crowded with people, men, women, old and young, watching the young men competing in martial arts.

A group of strong children, working in pairs, sweating, are competing.

If you lose, you will continue to wait for the next opponent to come on stage if you win.

Among the children participating in the martial arts competition, Yang Yi, the youngest, was the first to come to the martial arts stage.

The opponents at the beginning were three-year-old children who were just starting to develop their temperament. They were not much taller than Yang Yi.

It has to be said that Yang Yi grows up very fast. You can't tell from his appearance that he is still a baby boy who is less than one year old.

All the children on the stage were newborn calves and were not afraid of tigers. Although they were beaten to the ground by Yang Yi, they still rushed towards Yang Yi with shouts.

"Rokuro is so powerful! Yang Wulang, can you really beat Rokuro?"

Yang Cang's second son, a swarthy fat boy who was as big as Yang Wulang, watched with great admiration as Yang Yi beat the three- and four-year-old boys off the martial arts stage one by one.

"It's your turn to go up and fight Rokuro in a moment."

Yang Wulang answered the question incorrectly, unwilling to mention the fact that he was beaten by his younger brother.

The eight-year-old Yang Silang next to him also looked a little sad. Yang Wulang had been beaten to the ground by Liu Lang, so he was not far away.

After a while, more than twenty cubs under the age of six were knocked down by Yang Yi, which aroused the tribe's amazement.

"It's your turn, stop inking."

Yang Wulang had gloating in his eyes as he pushed the dark, fat little guy onto the martial arts stage.

No one will be happy if his brother beats him.

"Brother Erbao." Yang Yi nodded.

Erbao was very strong, like a calf. After he came on stage, he rushed towards Yang Yi without saying a word, trying to knock Yang Yi down with brute force.

Yang Yi did not expect that brother Erbao, who looked honest, was quite tactical and did not give way. He rushed out with all his strength and resisted with all his strength.

"Dengdeng..."

Yang Yi and Er Bao both took a few steps back, evenly matched.

Erbao was surprised. In the tribe, he was invincible among his peers, otherwise he would not have thought of defeating Yang Yi with brute force.

"Come again!"

The childish voice sounded, and Yang Yi's eyes were excited. Under the shocked eyes of everyone, he quickly exerted his strength and rushed forward first, knocking Erbao off the martial arts stage.

The crowd in the audience caught him, but Erbao was still trapped. He couldn't believe that he would be knocked down by Yang Yisheng without using any skills.

"Well done Mukuro!"

Seeing that his friend Erbao was defeated, Yang Wulang jumped and shouted, extremely excited. He couldn't beat Yang Yi, so no one laughed at him for not being able to beat his brother.

The arms were trembling slightly and the legs were shaking. More than 40 children were knocked off the martial arts stage by Yang Yi.

Breathing heavily, Yang Yi refused to step down and wanted to challenge the seven-year-old boy's fighting power.

"The big guy is coming up!" a child shouted.

A young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes who was half taller than Yang Yi came on stage.

After the young man took the stage, he put up a defensive posture towards Yang Yi, with a very cautious and serious look in his eyes.

Bent down and lunging, Yang Yi opened his attack stance and stared at Da Zhuang's every move.

"Come on, come on."

Many children booed under the martial arts stage.

Finally, Da Zhuang couldn't hold it any longer and took the lead in attacking. Compared with his perseverance, Yang Yi had not yet met his opponent.

"Bang bang" punches hit the flesh, and the two of them went back and forth with each move, and the fight was fierce.

Finally, Yang Yi seized the opportunity, suddenly grabbed the opponent's wrist, threw him directly over his shoulder, and quickly pounced on the opponent to control him.

When a half-year-old Milkman fought against a seven-year-old boy, the little Milkman was the winner, causing the tribesmen to take a deep breath.

The tribesmen were petrified and were a little dazed. Although they knew Yang Yi was powerful, they didn't expect him to be so perverted.

"Is this true? Rokuro is so powerful. His strength and skills are both astonishing."

"Chief, have you ever seen a child as powerful as Rokuro in other tribes?"

The tribesmen came back to their senses and discussed one after another. Yang Yi's performance in all aspects was more evil than a genius. It was like a thunder across the sky, which was frightening and deeply shocking.

"No, they are the most outstanding children in the Golden Tribe, but they are far behind us, Rokuro."

"The capital of the sky!"

The tribesmen were stunned for a moment when they heard this, and then burst into laughter. This was God's generous gift to the Dongling tribe.

If such a monster child grows up, it will be great. The Dongling tribe will become stronger because of Yang Yi.

Yang Yi has been in this world for eight months. Although he is still a little baby, his physique is amazingly strong. After practicing, he becomes more and more abnormal day by day.

The six or seven-year-old children in the tribe were half a body taller than Yang Yi. They were strong and strong and three or four times stronger than their peers on earth. They were all beaten down by Yang Yi in turn.

"Our Liulang is like a ferocious beast in the mountains and forests. We are extremely powerful and have a strong body. When we grow up, we will definitely be a famous man in the Northern Wilderness."

Seeing how powerful Yang Yi was, Yang Hulin smiled from ear to ear. The tribesmen also laughed and praised each other's children from time to time.

After that, the older children came on stage to compete, and each of them fought brilliantly.

The adults below were naturally not stingy with their praises, and praised and encouraged the competing youngsters.

At the end of the competition, Yang Yi also left the stage early without losing. He fought against 56 children and finally tied with his fourth brother Yang Silang.

This youth competition made the clan members very happy. The children were all very strong.

With little one Yang Yi chasing after them, the teenagers were very stressed and had less fun. They all practiced hard and unleashed their potential.

The crowd dispersed, but Yang Qingshan, Yang Hulin and other important figures did not leave. They were discussing the future development of the tribe and how to cultivate the children in the tribe.

Finally, under Yang Yi's suggestion, there were one group for three to seven years old, one group for eight to 12 years old, and one group for 13 to 16 years old. Those who were strong could skip the grade regardless of age.

The children of the tribe are divided into three groups, large, medium and small, and are trained in a unified manner. A canteen for teenagers is established, and medicinal herbs are added to the food for supplementation.

At the end of the discussion, when leaving, several people walked behind, looking at Yang Yi's figure lovingly, and sighed softly.

"It's a pity that Liulang was born in our tribe and his starting point is too low. We can't provide Liulang with elixirs and elixirs, and we don't have a better way to practice."

Everyone sighed and regretted that after all, the Dongling Tribe was just a bronze tribe and could not compare with the big tribes such as the Gold, Glory, and Royal Tribes.

I can't afford the magic pill, nor can I find the treasures of heaven and earth.

"You try to kill more ferocious beasts and feed your children with meat. I will find a way to hunt down the ferocious beasts and feed them to Rokuro."

Yang Hulin didn't want Yang Yi to fall behind those geniuses from super wealthy families, and he didn't want to waste Yang Yi's qualifications.

The Dongling tribe is doing its best to give the Yang Yi tribe the best.

The tribe has raised all the children well. They are all vigorous, strong, and have endless strength. The tribe will definitely become stronger because of these children in the future.