In the Lu family’s mansion on the top of the mountain, there is a training room of about 300 square meters that belongs to Lu Xuan. It was a special birthday gift given to him by his mother Li Min when she was five years old.

For Lu Xuan, only by entering this world that belongs to him can he train his body in various cruel ways without hesitation.

From five to seven years old, Lu Xuan's body became stronger and stronger in two years, and the training content continued to upgrade.

The initial wooden stake kick quickly turned into an iron stake. With a heavy kick in the first layer of "Taiyi True Qi" in the body, the hard iron stake can be easily twisted and deformed. If such a terrifying heavy kick falls on a person, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Kicking and punching are the two most basic attack methods and the moves that best reflect strength. Lu Xuan crazily hit dozens of sandbags hanging on the ceiling of the training room every day. In two years, he didn't know how many sandbags he had blown up.

Lu Xuan's punching power continued to increase, and the filling in the sandbag gradually changed and upgraded due to Lu Xuan's growth, from soybeans to sand and gravel, and then replaced with iron sand. Now it is steel sand that cannot be crushed.

Weight-bearing running has always been a way of exercise that Lu Xuan is more interested in. He enjoys the feeling of his body bearing extreme pressure and moving quickly, breaking through the limits of his body, and 300 laps of indoor weight-bearing running every day, from the initial 15-kilogram bicycle to the 70-kilogram ordinary motorcycle, to the 120-kilogram heavy motorcycle.

The simple changes in numbers on the surface represent that Lu Xuan's body has surpassed the limit again and again.

While Lu Xuan was sweating profusely in the practice room, the walls made of special alloys on all sides of the practice room also left countless footprints and fists of varying depths. If someone who did not understand the situation entered this practice room, he would definitely think that this was a dangerous area that had been destroyed by monsters.

"One thousand, fifty, one thousand, fifty..." Lu Xuan was doing his routine single-finger push-ups with ease.

The push-ups he does every day go from the initial two hands to one hand, and after three months he uses two fingers instead of one hand, and after two months he changes to one finger, starting from the thumb, and switching ten fingers one after another.

Now he is bending his index finger, supporting his strong body up and down. Thousands of bent over the ground every day can easily complete the transition between ten fingers.

A heavy sound of knocking on the door suddenly came from outside the door.

Lu Xuan frowned gently. This was the second time in two years that someone came to knock on the door while he was practicing. His family knew that Lu Xuan didn't like to be disturbed when he was practicing. Except for emergencies, Li Min generally prohibited anyone from disturbing him.

The last time was a year ago, when Lu Xuan's grandfather Li Hu passed by City S and wanted to see his precious grandson while he was only staying for an hour.

He asked someone to bring him over and said that he prepared a big gift for Lu Xuan, a G107 improved private jet.

Lu Xuan shook his head directly at that time, turned around without saying a word, and closed the door of the practice room to continue practicing.

Because my mother Li Min occasionally mentioned his grandfather to Lu Xuan, her eyes would shine. Lu Xuan's instinct was that the old man who made her mom cry was definitely not a good thing.

The door sounds a little urgent.

Lu Xuan swept the face on the display screen next to the door. It was the smiling old housekeeper Zhang.

Lu Xuan raised his hand and pressed the green button on the edge of the display screen. The thick electric door "Ka" immediately contracted to both sides, and the door of the practice room opened.

Behind Uncle Zhang, who was smiling, stood twelve tall men in black with murderous intent. They were all wearing black hoods that only exposed their eyes and noses, and their hands were the latest S-AK470 submachine gun. This submachine gun is a mainstream portable gun with extremely terrifying lethality. Just pull the trigger and fire dozens of bullets in an instant, which can easily blow a bull.

"Three days later is Christmas." The old butler Zhang Bo's smile suddenly became indescribable.

"Yeah." Lu Xuan looked at all this and acted calmly.

"The young master and his wife are not at home as usual. I have been waiting for this day for a long time." Uncle Zhang, who usually reacts to a sudden reaction, has no old age at all, but his eyes are a little vicissitudes. He has been in the Lu family for six years, and it is indeed a long wait. The group of masked guests in black behind him seem to have not waited for this concept, and they are already ready to move.

"Where is Uncle Ma and the others?" Li Xuan suddenly thought of something when he smelled the bloody smell of the black-clad guests.

"We have all eliminated the 'Shadow Team' in charge of the security of the Lu Mansion." Zhang Bo said sinisterly.

The "Shadow Team" is a special force responsible for the security of the Lu family. As the second largest arms dealer in Asia, the Lu family will naturally attach great importance to their own safety when doing a business of licking blood from the knife. The "Shadow Team" is a "special security force" of the Lu family built by Lu Tianming. The 26 members of the "Shadow Team" are each of them. Each of them is an elite selected from thousands of people. There are retired special forces soldiers on the bloody battlefield, super killers in the world, special police officers who have been detecting countless cases, and top warriors who have been tempered into steel.

The "Uncle Ma" Lu Xuan mentioned is the top warrior of the "Shadow Team". Lu Xuan, who is better than the blue, has many methods of training his body.

Lu Xuan's eyes quickly swept the twelve black-clad masked men behind Zhang Bo. Although the twelve men were wrapped in the smell of blood and death, they had not dripped in blood. And judging from the guns they carried in their hands, they should have never used guns within an hour.

In other words, their twelve black-clad masked men quickly killed the extremely powerful "Shadow Team" without firing a shot. Each of them had a terrifyingly powerful skill.

Such a strong opponent! A hint of expectation surged in Lu Xuan's heart. He hadn't really fought with others for seven years.

"Do you want to kill me?" Lu Xuan's tone was so calm that the people in black could not believe that this young master who was pampered by everyone in the Lu family put life and death aside?

"Young Master, you are out of here. I just want to ask you to move to another place. After we negotiated with the young master's wife, we got what we wanted, and we will naturally let you go home."

"Oh, it turns out to be a kidnapping!" Lu Xuan was both angry and funny. Kidnapping. Who dared to make a decision in his previous life? When he saw him, he could only hide away. Now someone is coming to kidnap him, which is a very new thing.

"Young Master, you are so smart."

"I won't go."

"You can't help." Uncle Zhang made a gesture, and the masked people in black raised their black muzzles and pointed them at Lu Xuan.

"Bully the few with more?" Lu Xuan glared at him. He became a fool in martial arts practice in the past, and was also very persistent in martial arts. He was very disdainful of bullying the few with more. When he encountered a scene of bullying the few with more, he was the most ruthless.

"No. 6, you can stop this kid." "Uncle Zhang" seemed to want Lu Xuan to be obedient and obedient. After all, everyone will have to "get along" for a long time after that.

The tallest man among the black bandits separated and stood up. He was more than two meters tall and had a burly body like an iron tower. No. 6 stood in front of Lu Xuan, who looked a little thin, like a huge wall.

"Bang!" The man No. 6 threw the submachine gun in his hand away and said with a grin, "Boy, we are one-on-one."

Lu Xuan had a slightly pleasing look in his eyes, and his body retreated with lightning.

At the same time, among the black bandits, the thinnest man with a sharp gaze as sharp as a vulture suddenly warned, "This child is not simple, be careful."

"Seven-year-old child, it's not simple anymore..." Halfway through the words of No. 6, he suddenly saw a big black shadow flying towards him.

The black-clad bandits around could hardly believe their eyes. The thin Lu Xuan easily picked up a heavy motorcycle worth more than 100 kilograms and smashed it to No. 6.

The motorcycle spinning rapidly in the air made a big black flywheel, rubbing violently with the air, making a harsh whistling sound, the sound of death.

The black-clad bandits opened their eyes wide, and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

"That thin body and such strong arm strength are so terrifying."

"Is he really a child? Monster!"

"It feels as easy as throwing an egg. I may not have such power five years ago."

"Little 6, dodge!" The short hawkeye man who was the first to warn him roared hard.

"It's okay." No. 6, like a tower, roared, and two thick and long arms stretched forward, and looked forward like a pair of iron pliers, and caught the whistling heavy motorcycle. Although he held the car high and took three steps back.

It is worthy of being the power-type No. 6. If it weren't for the fact that the other party was a seven-year-old child, the group of black bandits could hardly help cheer for No. 6.

But they were all happy too early.

Just as No. 6 caught the heavy motorcycle and retreated, Xiao Luxuan, with a expressionless face, rushed forward and rushed to No. 6 at an incredible speed.

A heavy punch with his right hand hit No. 6's face like lightning, and the shocking blood splattered everywhere. The sixth skull of No. 6 was smashed to pieces by Lu Xuan's heavy punch. The headless corpse and the motorcycle clamped in his hand fell heavily to the ground.

For a moment, the whole world was silent as if it was dead.

Lu Xuan had a very strange feeling in his heart, which was both excited and regretful. He was excited that he used his strength to knock down others for the first time. Unfortunately, his strength was not well controlled. He could not have killed the "fragile" opponent with one punch. He was not a bloodthirsty person.

Lu Xuan didn't know that this "fragile" opponent was a super warrior built by the "unknown" institution for more than 20 years and cost more than one million US dollars.

All the black-clad bandits' eyes almost turned red in an instant, and blood seemed to drip out of their eyes immediately. The companions who had been with each other for more than ten years were killed by someone.

The flames of revenge among the bandits in black are ignited.

"Everyone wait..." "Brother Zhang" wanted to stop something, but was pushed away by the short eagle-eyed bandit in black. He made a gesture of "kill without any refusal".

No. 6 underestimates the enemy, and they will not repeat the same mistakes again.

Eleven S-AK470 submachine guns aimed at Lu Xuan again, and the next second, the bullets like rainstorms would attack Lu Xuan. The eagle-eyed bandit was short, and he firmly believed that no one could withstand such an attack.

Unfortunately, they were facing the legendary "God of Martial Arts" Lu Xuan.
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