"You want to compete with me?" Chen Jing asked him.
Meng Aman nodded.
"How old are you this year?" Chen Jing asked again.
Meng Aman replied: "I am thirty-eight."
"You failed to be selected by the Huangliang Realm when you were eighteen and started practicing." Chen Jing raised two fingers, "It has been twenty years now, and it is still the second floor of the interior, and then you said you want to know the gap between you and geniuses. .”
What's the difference?
It's obvious.
I had all kinds of time delays both internally and externally. Now I am re-cultivating in a world where cultivation is more difficult. It only took me more than 20 days to reach the second floor of the interior.
Meng Aman looked serious and unmoved: "I stopped on the second floor of the interior because of pollution."
"Pollution?" Chen Jing asked directly if he didn't understand something.
"The higher the cultivation level, the more susceptible to pollution." Meng Aman replied, smiling bitterly and shaking his head helplessly, "I'm not like you who are protected by Heavenly Lord. Compared with higher cultivation level, Yuncheng needs me to have a clear mind more. brain."
Chen Jing said nothing.
When you reach the third floor of the interior, will pollution begin to affect your sanity?
"Come on, while I still have the qualifications." Meng Aman urged, "Just a little longer, and you will be on the third floor of the interior."
Chen Jing nodded and raised a finger: "It's okay to discuss, but you have to agree to my request."
Meng Aman said boldly: "Just say it."
"From today on, you have to come here and play with me every day." Chen Jing said softly.
Training is one thing.
Asking for a sparring partner is another thing.
The price of a sparring partner is very expensive, no less than that of a coach.
There is no need to use free sparring.
"What you want!" Meng Aman's eyes flashed, "Come on."
Chen Jing put the medicine bottle on the ground: "Wait a minute and let me think..."
He raised his fist.
This is what the fist swing looks like.
The uppercut is like this.
Well, there are also steps, this is how it goes.
After a while, Chen Jing raised his head with confidence and assumed a boxing stance: "Come on."
Meng Aman rushed over excitedly.
After a blink of an eye, the excitement was completely extinguished.
He stared blankly at Chen Jing who fell to the ground, shook his head in disbelief, and glanced at his fist.
At once......
So fast?
Is the person in front of me really the chosen one from Huangliang Realm?
Isn't it a bit too easy to deal with?
My limbs are not very coordinated and I don’t know what I am thinking about. I am thinking about my feet and my hands at the same time. It is nondescript and weird.
The punches thrown out were not that powerful either.
The postures, steps, and punches all make people feel comfortable and even pleasing to the eye.
But it seems that apart from this, there are no other advantages?
"You're so cruel." Chen Jing retched and spat out sour water.
This punch almost "resurrected" himself.
As soon as I learned how to operate it, I had to face an extremely difficult BOSS, which was really difficult.
"You..." Meng Aman hesitated.
You should be happy.
Crush a Chosen One.
But there is no sense of accomplishment at all in bullying someone who has never practiced martial arts so quickly.
"Go back and continue tomorrow." Chen Jing rubbed his belly, grinned, climbed back into the house, and closed the door.
Meng Aman's heart skipped a beat.
He felt as if he had fallen into a big pit called "sparring".
Or I jumped in on my own initiative.
Chen Jing took off his glasses and quit the game, feeling a faint phantom pain in his stomach.
He took notes, took a shower and went to bed.
the next day.
Chen Jing went to the club and told him about the problems he encountered yesterday.
No matter what I thought, I actually did pretty well.
Footwork is footwork and punches are punches.
But he was knocked down with one move.
He also performed it very vividly.
The coach's advice is, don't be too cerebral, it's useless to talk on paper.
He hasn't yet thought about the uppercut or swing for his next punch. He can only practice these things until they become instinctive.
By the way, some basic battle ideas are provided.
Log into the game at night.
Meng Aman brought a list of items from the City of Wasted Death.
There was a lot of miscellaneous "junk", and there might be some treasures from the Prosperous Era in it, but... Chen Jing didn't have that discerning eye, so he didn't pick it out.
In the end, only two pills were exchanged for twenty pounds of books and a volume of "Spiritual Vision Instrument".
This is something similar to "television".
However, in the Desolate Era, its ability was limited, and it could only connect to the local "matrix" of the City of Death and receive messages released by the Heavenly Lords.
Chen Jing looked at the "Qianlong List" of famous names he had admired for a long time.
There are also unexpected gains.
On the 500th place, the last person, a familiar name appeared.
The "flower sword" jade is still real.
Meng Aman was extremely excited.
Holding the two pills, his eyes were as gentle as water.
Wait until both of them are exhausted.
They fought again, and this time Chen Jing made slight progress and was able to withstand three punches from Meng Aman's offensive.
the next day.
He can delay longer with his footwork.
The third day.
He started to steal a few punches, although they were in insignificant, innocuous areas.
The fourth day.
Chen Jing held on until the twentieth move.
Meng Aman looked at him, a little frightened.
He can understand, very well, that a young and talented person like this will improve with every sparring session.
But is this rate of progress too fast?
It's only been five days.
It’s just one fight every day.
Is this the talent of those selected by Huangliang Realm?
"Let's take a break tomorrow." Chen Jing rubbed his belly and sat on the floor.
"What's wrong?" Meng Aman sat beside him, absentmindedly thinking about how to give Chen Jing some advice.
Think carefully about the battle just now.
The punching posture is very standard and there is nothing to improve.
The footwork is also very mature and there is no one who can tell me what to do.
The only problem is the combat concept.
But... the general direction of the idea is also correct, but he has no actual combat experience and uses it very awkwardly, revealing his purpose too quickly and too obviously.
He was at a loss.
Are all geniuses like this, never making any mistakes?
Damn it!
Chen Jing replied: "I have a mission tomorrow."
He also told his coach that he had something to do at work and had to travel for a while. The instructor was really nice and suggested that we can teach via video screen and only charge half of the class fee.
He refused with tears in his eyes.
Even if I am willing to pay the money, I must first have the technology to view the screen between the two worlds.
"Mission." Meng Aman was startled and nodded, "I almost forgot about it."
"Wishing you a safe return."
Chen Jing smiled: "Don't worry, nothing will happen to me."
"I look forward to seeing your name on the Qianlong list soon." Meng Aman said solemnly and solemnly blessed, "Same as your teammates."
Chen Jing waved his hand: "That magic weapon cannot send messages. I will put a white flag at the door later. When my task is completed, I will change the flag to red."
"When the time comes, you can continue to look for me, and we can continue to discuss."
Meng Aman said readily: "No problem."
He didn't mind the trouble at all.
Not to mention Chen Jing's talent, his status as the "Chosen One of Huangliang Realm" alone is enough for him to spend time and investment.
The next day, Chen Jing finished writing the update and logged into the game.
Practice the Mingtang method in bed.
to afternoon.
A male voice came to my ears: "The third mission will start in twenty breaths."
"Please get ready."
Chen Jingshen took a breath.
As time passed, the clear air took him into Huangliangjing Square.
The other four people appeared one after another.
"Congratulations, Sister Yu, you are on the Qianlong list." Chen Jing cupped his hands and said loudly.
Jiang Queer was surprised: "What, what? Senior Sister Yu is already on the Hidden Dragon List?"
"Luckily, I got the last name." Yu Huanzhen shook his head shyly.
Yu Tonghui was dumbfounded.
He was surprised that during the first copy, he was still the undisputed strongest.
Only two dungeons passed, and he was already overtaken?
Ji Baizhi clenched his fist, somewhat unwillingly.
He thinks he is no worse than Yu.
"But why is the nickname Foil?" Chen Jing touched his chin, thoughtfully.
"The nickname was chosen by Qian Longbang himself." Yu Huanzhen shook his head and explained, "Probably because I use a sword that is flashy, so I took this name."
"Can you change it yourself?" Chen Jing asked again.
Yu Huanzhen nodded: "Of course, the number one invincible who entered the Tianmen Ranking was once nicknamed "Ba Fist". He was dissatisfied, so he applied for a title with his own name."
As she spoke, she suddenly felt a bad feeling in her heart.
Just when Chen Jing opened his mouth and said: "Then let's all apply and change our nickname to Cosmic Thunderbolt Invincible."
She said firmly: "No!"
