“Your constitutions are too weak, and within the same level, you’re unable to compare to the other monasteries’ disciples. One is in the heavens while one is still on the ground.

“So starting today, we’ll be undergoing drilling to strengthen your constitutions and physiques,” shouted Peng Xuequan.

Those who followed Zhou Qifeng were all very sturdy men, and Peng Xuequan was the one with the strongest physique.

But what was different from ordinary experts was that Peng Xuequan had grown extremely unevenly. His build was like a butcher’s, and it was lacking the aesthetic of well-built men.

As soon as he said this, Long Chen and the others understood this idiot was beginning to play his tricks.

As expected, he continued, “Within the other monasteries, the disciples’ physiques are at least twice as strong as yours.

“Furthermore, you’re disciples of the first monastery. If your physiques are too weak, how will you compete with the other monastery disciples? Do you want to be laughed at by others?”

After saying it, he saw that Long Chen and the others were just expressionlessly looking at him, as if...