The weather is fine and the sun is just right. Under the ancient eaves, two teenagers stood there.
Zhao Cheng regained consciousness and looked at the boy beside him who was pushing him gently and calling Sun Ming. A message popped up in his heart. Wang Han, his roommate, entered Tianfeng Hall at the same time as him.
And when Zhao Cheng went to think about Tianfeng Pavilion, a lot of information related to Tianfeng Pavilion jumped out.
The owner of the famous boxing gym in Moyun City is a real fighter who has mastered the power of Qi. His status is respected in Moyun City.
And all this is like having an extra search engine in my mind. Reluctantly, Zhao Chenggong looked at his panel.
Immediately, a panel that was quite different from before jumped out. Panel source point: 211.3 Simulation point: 183 Realm: Forging 31% Trait:?
? ? : God rewards hard work, and every effort will be rewarded; panel;? ? ? I am born to suffer: the upper limit of boxing level is +1, the proficiency required to improve boxing is slightly reduced, when the spirit is in the continuous pain stage, the talent strengthening effect is increased, and the limit state is tripled to increase vitality: 1.5 strength: 5.5 agility: 5.2 physique: 5.6 Spirit: 5.0 Skill: Tianfeng Xiangyu Fist Chapter 1 lv2 Shop Life: Sky Tribulation +4 Countdown: 59:42 Compared to the gorgeous panel he had before, the panel in front of him seemed very simple.
Even because the mental attributes of this carrier were too low, Zhao Cheng's thinking speed suddenly slowed down and was no longer as sharp as before.
However, his swordsmanship experience is still there, and he is trying to return to his original state, which will not take much time.
The only problem is that he obviously doesn't have the time. The final countdown obviously gives him only one hour in total.
However, the introduction on the panel was indeed correct. Sparkling Ashes indeed started a wonderful journey for him.
He traveled through the light of the universe for a hundred years and returned to Sun Ming before the disaster of the Great Destruction. It was the most precious period of his life for him.
Zhao Cheng raised his eyes and looked up. In front of him were the senior sisters who were practicing boxing. As expected, they were all fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged, and full of heroic spirit.
Sun Ming likes to look at legs. I really don’t blame him. He just did what a boy should do. There is no darkness, no blood moon, listening to the whistling wind in the ears, the melancholy chirping of cicadas, and under the sunlight, the undulating buildings of Tianfeng Pavilion, which are half ancient and half modern, are also shining brightly.
The years, at this moment, are so quiet. It's nothing more than Zhao Cheng's will to come to this era through the ashes of the spark.
"Sun Ming, you are too absorbed in watching, be careful of being criticized by the museum owner." Next to Zhao Cheng, Wang Han whispered.
"It's okay." Zhao Cheng responded, and then directly began to recall the first chapter of Tianfeng Xiangyu Fist. After he came here, he did not obtain Sun Ming's memory. In other words, Sun Ming's memory became a database. His mind was a search engine. As long as Sun Ming knew something, he could directly search it out.
But it is obvious that Sun Ming in this era has just started, and there are very few valuable things in his memory.
Of course, although there are few things, there is what Zhao Cheng lacks most nowadays, the first chapter of Tianfeng Xiangyu Fist!
As Zhao Cheng's mind turned, he could clearly feel the gap caused by his mental attributes. His self-perception had not changed, but his brain was moving too slowly.
Zhao Cheng also knew that this slowness was only relative to his eight-point mental attribute. My current thinking speed, due to the blessing of my thinking structure, is actually much faster than that of ordinary people.
One move, two move, three move... one move after another, all the boxing techniques, combined with special breathing and visualization, immediately appeared in Zhao Cheng's mind.
Tianfeng Xiangyu Fist is the foundation of Tianfeng Pavilion. As a disciple, he naturally memorizes it by heart.
And as Zhao Cheng finished recalling the last move, the words "The First Chapter of Tianfeng Xiangyu Fist" suddenly appeared in the inventory of his panel.
At the same time, the evaluation given by the panel is that the martial arts secret book has many detailed flaws and can be supplemented and improved.
With a thought, Zhao Cheng suddenly discovered that twenty-seven source points were needed to supplement and complete it. The so-called supplementation and perfection is to turn it into the style of the Tianfeng Xiangyu Fist he obtained before.
However, Zhao Cheng did not have the source of world spending, but the association of Tianfeng Pavilion and the collection of books.
Sure enough, the information from the bookstore immediately popped into my mind. The library of Tianfeng Pavilion has a total of three floors and contains tens of thousands of volumes.
Disciples at the physical training level can only enter the first level. At the Yangyuan level, they can enter the second level. Only martial arts masters can enter the third level, which is a place exclusive to the owner.
Seeing this, Zhao Cheng casually found an excuse, said something to Wang Han, and ran quickly towards the book pavilion.
While running away, he was also recalling things related to boxing in his mind. But obviously, Sun Ming did not have the ability to have a photographic memory. Many memories of boxing experience were from Mo Hu, but the source of supplementing and perfecting Tianfeng Xiangyu Boxing was indeed reduced.
His thinking was indeed right. In the bookstore, Zhao Cheng came to the bookshelf that recorded many boxing experience books.
Some of the books here are the works of famous boxing masters, and a large part are the boxing insights written by the senior brothers and sisters of Tianfeng Hall. They were then copied and bound into volumes after being selected by the hall owner.
Zhao Cheng did not pay attention to the writings of those masters, but directly read the boxing skills. He didn't ask for it to be written down. As long as he glanced at it, its contents would be absorbed by the secret book in the inventory.
Because it has been screened, all the things here are only up to the limit of physical training, and there are no higher-level things. Presumably this is to prevent disciples from aiming too high.
After more than half an hour, the source points required for supplementation and improvement had dropped to 1.3 points. After that, Zhao Chengcheng no longer wasted time.
He first recalled the history of this world. Immediately, the nuclear war at the end of the century, warlord separatism, the emergence of the savior, the final battle...a series of words jumped out, making Zhao Cheng's historical context of this world clearer.
There are many strong people in troubled times, but after the peaceful era, there are fewer famous masters. Later, Zhao Cheng thought about the world map and found that Sun Ming was ignorant in this regard. Not to mention the world map, he didn't even know what cities were around Moyun City.
The only thing Sun Ming knew was that the current federation was divided into seventeen districts. Each district had its own ruler, and the president was respected by all districts.
Moyun City, the seventh district, is a small city on the edge of the seventh district.
