"The first evaluation of the senior class is Zhuang Xia. I believe you won't believe it, and I can't believe it either. Although I know that he usually studies with the children in the senior class, I don't know how good his level is in the past. Now it seems that his intelligence is beyond my expectations."

The blackboard changed, and Zhuang Xia's answer immediately appeared.

"I have found a few difficult questions about mathematics and physics. He is the only one who has done it among all the children. Zhuang Xia is also good in another subject. Except for a few typos, his reading and writing skills are much better than you."

Looking at the answer given by Zhuang Xia on the blackboard, the children in the senior class opened their mouths wide and couldn't believe it, but they would not question whether Grandpa Ziqi had any injustice, because it was impossible.

"This! How is this possible! That boy's baby teeth are not yet fully grown, and he is less than two years old, why is he even better than us?"

Si Shaokang stared at her eyes, unable to believe it at all.

"It's over, with this kid at home, what else do I have hope!"

He seemed to see his parents comparing his "his own" children with him and teaching him a lesson in a tragic way.

Everyone was shocked, but Zhuang Xia's intelligence really shocked them. This student, who was only three months old and over one year old, actually defeated these teenage children. How can they not amaze them and not make them blush?

In the envious eyes of everyone, Zhuang Xia took away two sacred prizes. Thanks to Grandpa Qi, he immediately rushed out. Before the children could react, there was no one left.

Zhuang Xia didn't want to be surrounded by them, but who knew that his books would be kept by then?

Just in case.

In his room, Zhuang Xia was very excited.

Since he came to this world with a dark look, he has been confused about many things. It is rare for him to have a chance to see the world's appearance.

"Xiao Zhuangxia, come and take a shower."

Aunt Honggui was calling him, which reminded him that he seemed too excited and forgot to take a shower.

Those who practice martial arts every day often have sweat on their bodies. If they don’t take a bath, they will not be able to live that life at all.

Zhuang Xia hid the two books and went out happily. At this time, the other two children at home also came back.

"Zhuangxia, Zhuangxia! lend me those two books quickly and read them, I will return them to you in two days."

Si Shaokang rushed into the door and asked him to borrow books. Although there were many books at home, his parents cherished them very much, not to mention that many books were about cultivation and would not show them to him now, so as not to let him do whatever he wanted.

I have read all I can read, and he has been looking forward to this book "Biography of the Martial Saint".

"I want it too, I want it too."

Si Yun, who followed behind, also murmured.

"If you don't give it, you have to wait until I finish reading it."

Zhuang Xia refused casually and hurried into the bathroom. Before he could look through it, why would he be willing to give it to them in a blink of an eye?

However, their conversation made Aunt Honggui very curious and couldn't help but ask.

In the bathroom, Zhuang Xia took off all her clothes and jumped into the pool alone. He felt very comfortable when taking a warm bath.

"It's so cool!"

This bath water was condensed out of thin air by Aunt Honggui using spells and then heated slightly. Such a high-end bathroom entertainment, few children in the tribe could enjoy it.

Uncle Dingtian’s family was an accident. In Zhuang Xia’s words, high cultivation means willfulness.

Si Yun always likes to talk. As soon as Aunt Honggui asks, she will definitely say it to her mother happily.

"That's right, mother, today Grandpa Ziqi gave us a big surprise..."

Not long after, Si Yun told the story of Zhuang Xiayong winning the double championship. In a vivid way, her mother could even guess the reaction of a group of children.

On the side, Si Shaokang was a little embarrassed. He always thought that his cultivation was excellent among his peers, and his knowledge was the same.

But today, he was completely defeated by such a small baby in his academic knowledge. The loss and embarrassment really left him speechless.

"Brother, I am embarrassed. Zhuang Xia, who is not two years old, is very good."

Si Yun's words made Si Shaokang dare not refute it, but he was frustrated. You are four years old, and you are older than Zhuang Xia, who is more than one year old.

Aunt Honggui covered her red lips and laughed a few times. Although she knew that this child was extremely intelligent and talented, she didn't expect it to be so surprising.

However, no matter how smart she is, in her eyes, she is just the child who can't walk steadily.

"Shaokang, you have to come on."

She encouraged the child, and the lost Si Shaokang nodded and made up her mind to work harder on her knowledge and not let a young man show his own strength.

There is no need to borrow the book now, probably in a while. However, Aunt Honggui picked up the story book that she took away and gave it to her two children for reading it themselves.

Zhuang Xia didn't know what happened outside the door. As soon as he took a shower, he got into his room and looked at the dictionary eagerly. He learned how to use it very simply, and then he read "Biography of the Martial Saint".

"I finally finished watching it!" Zhuang Xia yawned and stretched his waist.

For more than ten days, he compared the dictionary and searched the book while reading a little, and in a short time he actually finished reading "The Biography of the Martial Saint".

And these days, he has basically recognized all the common words and consolidated them very well. Such progress is something that adults do not know or believe.

Throwing the two books aside, he immediately walked out the door.

These days, except for early practice, he has compressed the eight hours of boxing practice every day to two or three hours, slowing down his progress, not to mention other times.

He finished reading these two books day and night, and gained a lot, far from what adults think is not what they don’t know what they mean.

But the more he saw, the more he lamented his weakness. In this world, there are not enough land occupied and able to control by trillions of human races, and most of the human races are in those core places.

Of course, there are many human races, like the Xuanwu clan, who coexist with all races with the tribal situation and open up new worlds.

The Xuanwu clan's survival area alone occupies an area of ​​over 100 million square kilometers, and such a huge area is only a thousand people.

However, it is precisely because the world is so big that it is worth him to measure it one by one and look down on it.

"The dazzling scenery is endless, wait for me to be happy!"

I am going to become the most saint. At this moment, Zhuang Xia was full of passion, waving her white and tender arms, and thought of this.

Although these days of study seemed ridiculous for more than ten days and slowed down the progress of martial arts, he saw the future more clearly. It is more important to broaden his horizons and look into the distance from afar than to bury his head and die.

After looking at the World Tree, there were more than 30 leaves swaying at this time, with outstanding looks and great situations.

Through Zhuang Xia's body, the World Tree has grown a lot in more than ten days.

Although it still didn't recover.

"When will you recover? I still want to go around."

Zhuang Xia sighed that if the World Tree is restored, he can use the World Tree to greatly increase his cultivation speed.

In the past few decades, although he has outstanding wisdom, he is not a person with an IQ. However, with the help of the World Tree, his learning ability and speed are unparalleled, and he can be top-notch in any field he wants.

I didn't care about the wilted world tree anymore. Zhuang Xia wanted to go out for fun. She was stuck in the room for more than ten days and was tired of being tired of it.

After punching a punch, his muscles and bones became more active. Feeling the strengthening of the body during the movement of the Martial Saint's boxing technique, he couldn't help but sigh that the Martial Saint is really a caderic god, and just the first nine styles of boxing that he was getting started can also benefit people for a lifetime.

But because of this, he was more eager for subsequent boxing.

After taking a random glance, Zhuang Xia found where this guy in the tribe was. Now, children under ten years old are all playing their games on the city wall.

Zhuang Xia, who is more than ten times the physical fitness of an ordinary one-year-old child in this world, took a step forward and ran fast with short legs. He reached the city wall in one or two minutes.

At this time, dozens of children were seen on the city wall, watching the teenagers in the city tease the ants and occasionally smashing stones larger than fists to help.

"Come on! Little Tiger."

Under the city wall, more than a dozen children surrounded a black ant more than two feet long, not afraid of its huge force and mouthparts, constantly wandering.

Ants are very threatening to children like Zhuang Xia, but for children with thousands of strength, the ants react too slowly and are simply the object of teasing.

What's more, even if it's a real battle, a weak boy can barely deal with an ant, let alone a dozen people.

A dozen people scattered, leaving only a child over ten years in front of him. The young man was so tiring, but his body was flexible. He held a wooden stick in his hand and faced the giant ant, and seized the opportunity from time to time and hit it hard.

The children on the city wall saw it and cheered.

However, the two sticks hit the ant without any impact, but instead aroused the ant's anger and attacked desperately.

Some little tiger, who could not resist, was Xiaohu's son, quickly withdrew from the battle circle, while another child continued to move forward.

The relationship between children in the tribe and ants is very subtle. In this pitiful place where there are few toys in the game, children can only find toys except playing on their own.

After searching for it, the children finally chose the ants. These creatures that are not as big as them, but have fast reactions, amazing strength, and have extremely strong survivability.

For the human race in the wilderness, ants are competitors. They are numerous and ubiquitous. They have excellent ability to find food and are the number one opponent of the human race.

Because the human race and their recipes overlap so well, but there is only so much food, the two races are almost mortal enemies.

Billions of years ago, the weak human race was no longer their opponents, and countless years have passed, and the individual strength of the human race has been increasing, and the ant race is no longer an opponent of the human race.

Of course, if they come in groups, it will still be a great threat to the human race.

Even now, ants are still very threatening to underage children. It is not a small number of children who accidentally get injured under the ant's mouth.

However, even if you get hurt, the children are very happy with the fun of defeating ants. Young people watch it and take time to throw a few stones down occasionally. Older people will end up directly and use their own methods to fight against them.

At this time, the sun is just right, and the autumn leaves are falling, and they are rising and falling without knowing their rise and fall, and they are free to follow the wind.

Zhuang Xia raised his head and looked at a man sitting at a height of several miles from the tree trunk. His warning was self-evident.

The silver-armed man is on duty, which is the responsibility of every adult man taking turns and is also a good time to practice.

He swallowed and spitted out spiritual energy, turned into physical energy, and then continued to use the Xuanwu clan's martial arts to polish the spiritual orifices around his body, and stored the spiritual energy in the already opened acupoints.
To be continued...