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April is still a season of lingering chill. The wind around showed a little squeal in the roar, and it hurt slightly in the face. With Fan Ye's skill, he naturally doesn't care about the cold wind and silently leads the way. It's just that those little disciples with poor martial arts in the back can't afford this damn weather. Although they dare not say anything in front of Fan Ye, they will inevitably complain secretly in their hearts.
However, compared with those young disciples, a group of children mixed in with disciples are even more embarrassed.
Those with better conditions at home should wear cotton-padded clothes and walk in the middle of the crowd. The periphery is full of teenagers wearing linen, only their lips are purple with cold and their bodies are trembling.
Most of these boys are seven or eight years old, and the older ones are only ten or eleven. Only in the center stood a boy who was obviously taller than the other boys, with a proud face and high spirits. He was twelve years old. These boys are reserve boys selected by Qingquanfeng every three years. If you are qualified, you will enter the peak to learn excellent immortal martial arts. If you are not qualified enough, you can stay in Fengfeng as a boy and have no worries for a lifetime.
In recent years, Nanyang city and even the whole Tianwu county have fallen into a drought crisis, and many towns have been destroyed, which can be …