The morning sun, with a hint of coolness, shone on the Longshan tribe's martial arts field, and also on Zhu Xiaoqi's slightly pale face.
He was standing on the edge of the martial arts arena, holding a broom tightly in his hand, as if the broom could give him something to rely on.
"Zhu Xiaoqi, you loser! Didn't you introduce Qi into your body?!" Zhu Sanpo's face was smeared with low-quality paint, and she looked like a bad actor on the stage. At this time, she was using her sharp and mean voice, scolding him without any mercy, "You can't hold a broom firmly, and you still want to practice Qi? I think you will only be able to sweep the floor for the rest of your life!"
The surrounding tribesmen burst into laughter, mixed with a few particularly harsh sarcastic words: "That loser from the Zhu family who has no Qi, has really disgraced himself!" "That's right, he has been eating and drinking for nothing for so many years, and he can't even draw out the Qi, so he might as well be dead!"
Zhu Xiaoqi grinned, showing two rows of white teeth, trying to cover up his embarrassment with a playful smile: "Third Wife, you can't say that! I don't... Want to save some energy! It's so tiring to use Qigong, I just think of it as exercise!"
