Sun Shaoying threw a package over and said angrily: "Take your things, get out of here and gather at the martial arts arena on time tomorrow!"
Ling Feng took the package, turned around and left, very simply.
After returning home, Ling Feng took out the package, which only contained a set of standard green shirts for guards and two books, "Man Niu Jin" and "Ba Bagua Steps". There is a note in the book. It must not be leaked. Return it within seven days, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences!
These two cheats cannot be learned in one click like in the game. They still need to be practiced slowly before they can appear in the skill column. He opened the yellowed book. This Man Niu Jin is also a body-building exercise, with a total of eighteen moves. Ox is a symbol of strength. The Bull Strength is also focused on training muscles, while Fuhu Quan focuses on training bones, which can complement each other.
He drank some water and went to practice boxing in front of the hall. After practicing hard for more than an hour, Ling Feng was already sweating profusely and his muscles were sore. The system then prompted him to learn Man Niu Jin lv1. At this time, when he practices boxing again, the system will guide him to exert force and correct his wrong movements. This is the first time he has come into contact with this set of Bull Power. Unlike the Fuhu Fist, his understanding has been deeply rooted in his bones, and he already knows the punching moves and the method of transporting power.
As for the Bagua Step, it is more difficult to learn. This set of steps requires proficiency in the principles of Bagua. It uses oneself as the base point to divide the entire body into eight, eight, sixty-four directions. It focuses on the maneuvering and evading skills in close combat, and requires actual combat to improve.
After training for a long time, Ling Feng finally learned Bagua Step lv1.
On the second day, at Chen hour, there was a martial arts performance.
At this time, the school grounds were filled with guards in green clothes, arranged in four formations, a total of forty-one people.
Ling Feng also wore a standard blue shirt and stood at the end of the fourth row. It's just that he is not yet sixteen years old. With his immature face and height that is half a head shorter, he looks a bit out of place, like a jackass. In fact, this is also the case. These Qing Yis are all at least a master of physical training. Many of them have developed internal strength. In terms of martial arts, they are far above Ling Feng.
Therefore, many people pointed fingers at Ling Feng and were quite dissatisfied. They have been trained since childhood, and only after they have mastered physical training or developed internal strength can they be qualified to wear this set of green shirts. Ling Feng, a young man who raised horses, suddenly became the same as them, so he was naturally dissatisfied.
After a while, Sun Shaoying came slowly and everyone fell silent. He looked serious and said coldly: "I know that many of you are dissatisfied with Lin Feng being able to become a guard. But I don't care what you think in your heart, but from now on, you are teammates, partners who depend on each other for life and death. Okay Now, practice martial arts on your own!"
After Sun Shaoying left, those who stood guard went to stand guard, and those who practiced martial arts went to practice martial arts next to weapon racks, wooden stakes, sandbags and other equipment.
Ling Feng was about to go to a wooden post to practice boxing, but he was surrounded by three guards in green clothes.
Most of the other guards in green clothes looked like they were watching a show.
Ling Feng frowned slightly and said calmly: "Get out of the way!"
The leader was a red-faced young man with a strong body, bulging muscles, and bronze skin. He sneered: "You are quite arrogant, and you don't even look at where this place is! This is not a place for you. A groom should go to the stables." , if you know what’s going on, just leave on your own, don’t force us to take action!”
A handsome young man of eighteen or nineteen years old next to him looked a little intolerable, and whispered to a handsome young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes next to him: "Captain Zhao, Zhou Zhiyong has gone too far. Shouldn't we take care of him?"
These forty guards are divided into four teams, each team has a captain. Zhao Mingchen is one of them, and Ling Feng happens to be under his charge.
Zhao Mingchen said calmly: "No, since he is here, he must rely on his own strength to stand firm, otherwise he is not worthy of staying here."
At this time, a smile appeared on Ling Feng's lips and he said, "In that case, what are you waiting for?"
Zhou Zhiyong's lips curved slightly and he said with a smile: "I'll give you three moves to prevent others from saying that I bully the newcomers."
Ling Feng said calmly: "I don't want you to give in. As long as you lose, stay away from me and don't be an eyesore. Of course, if I lose, I will go back to the stable."
"You said it yourself, I didn't force you!"
Zhou Zhiyong's face lit up with joy, and he smiled as if his conspiracy had succeeded.
So the group of people pushed away automatically and stood outside Zhang Xu to watch. This kind of excitement is not something you can see every day.
After a moment, Zhou Zhiyong said "Look at the punch" and punched out. He didn't use his internal strength. His third level of bull power alone, which weighed three hundred kilograms, was enough to defeat the opponent.
Ling Feng stepped on the Bagua Step, dodged to the side of Zhou Zhiyong, and struck out with a black tiger move that ripped out his heart. Almost at the same time, a transparent wave suddenly rushed into his mind from his fist.
This transparent wave suddenly transformed into a lifelike and majestic white tiger, letting out a thunderous roar!
This is the White Tiger Fist Intent that he has understood after practicing to the Great Perfection state. Although his understanding is not as deep as Canglang Sword Intent, it is more in line with the boxing technique.
Zhou Zhiyong's sea of consciousness trembled, his spirit collapsed, and his strength dissipated. At the same time, he received a solid punch in the chest, retreated quickly, and fell to the ground.
Although Ling Feng only has 7 points of muscles and bones, he can exert nearly twice the force through Fuhu Fist.
Zhou Zhiyong screamed in pain, woke up, stood up, but his face was red, the boat capsized in the gutter, and he was very embarrassed.
But the whole place was in an uproar. It was unbelievable that Zhou Zhiyong's martial arts was only inferior to that of the four captains, but he was defeated in one move!
Even Zhao Mingchen and other discerning people looked surprised. It was obviously just an ordinary move of Black Tiger to take out the heart, so why couldn't Zhou Zhiyong avoid it?
Zhou Zhiyong's eyes suddenly turned red, he gathered his inner strength and punched Ling Feng again.
Ling Feng still punched Zhou Zhiyong on the nose. He said coldly: "Am I qualified to wear this Tsing Yi now?"
Zhou Zhiyong touched his bleeding nose and walked away in shame.
Since this incident passed, no one caused trouble again, and Ling Feng began to concentrate on training.
Three days later, the martial arts arena.
It was getting dark, the night shift workers had gone to stand guard, and the day shift workers had gone home.
Ling Feng was still practicing boxing. The three sets of Fuhu Fist, Manniu Jin, and Eagle Claw Kung Fu are constantly changing.
After more than an hour, until his clothes were wet with sweat, he slowly stopped.
At this time, he checked the attribute table and found that the proficiency (completion level) had increased a bit.
He wiped his sweat, took a breath, picked up the sword again, and started practicing with it.
After practicing for a while, a girl with two pigtails came over carrying a basket and said, "Are you Lin Feng?"
Ling Feng slowly sheathed his sword, nodded and said, "It's me!"
The girl handed him the basket and said, "The lady asked me to give this to you."
Ling Feng opened it and saw a plate of roast chicken. The aroma was fragrant. He looked a little surprised and suddenly said: "She must have put laxatives in it, right?"
The girl glanced at him and hummed: "The lady said, if you don't eat it, ask me to feed it to the dog!"
Ling Feng wanted to refuse, but his stomach growled unsatisfactorily. The harder he practiced martial arts, the greater his physical exertion, and he was already hungry.
The girl chuckled, turned and left.
Just die, Ling Feng took down a chicken leg and started eating it.
Not long after eating, he felt something was wrong. He felt hot all over, and his lower body was already like a pillar holding up the sky.
This damn girl! He didn't dare to stay and practice swordplay anymore, so he left in a hurry. Fortunately, it was night and no one saw anything unusual about him.
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