At this moment, Qi Zhenguo and Zhou Gang were extremely confused. Letting the professional level see the professional level's strength will not increase any knowledge.

It would be a blow instead.

This is a blow.

Because the gap between professional and professional levels cannot be expressed by quantitative data.

Fang Cheng didn't think so much. He heard the master say "Prepare, start." He stepped forward and started the "lightning flash"!

He is by no means hiding.

But: Attack! Strong attack!

Facing the professional-level warrior, Fang Cheng was extremely cautious, his muscles tightly stepped on the floor with a bang, and rushed towards Zhou Gang.

The sound was still echoing, and Fang Cheng rushed to Zhou Gang like thunder.

The seventeenth style of fire!

Fang Cheng's two fists combo, and his agility belt not only has speed, but also has attack frequency!

Pour!

The fire flashes in the air, which is already a professional middle-level Fangcheng, and the 17th Styles of Fire and Fire have made some achievements!

The momentum was shocking, but Zhou Gang's eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment. He shook his single whip and resolved Fang Cheng's offensive one by one in a few seconds.

He thought that the master’s closed disciple was such a genius, and professional level was inevitable.

Even the middle part was not enough to surprise him.

Only by being able to perform beyond the stage and being able to exert 150% of his martial arts strength can he feel recognized and willing.

If not, how could he be the master’s closed disciple?

The junior brother named Fang Cheng in front of me is indeed a middle-level professional level, but except for the faster speed.

What kind of evil is Fang Cheng?

When it comes to moves, it is stiff and unnatural, unfamiliar and not round.

In terms of strength, the power is scattered, but the momentum is magnificent but loose.

In terms of body skills, it is quite easy to see, but the body moves and changes are too stupid!

His eyes turned cold, and he looked at Fang Cheng who was like a sandbag around him. He held the attack with one arm and punched him hard!

Zhou Gang just wanted to see if this junior brother was hiding his weakness.

Is it really so unbearable?

"Sa!"

The wind was chilly and the blast sounded, and Fang Cheng felt that his vision had slowed down.

Zhou Gang's punch is too strong!

How can it be blocked?

With a bang, Fang Cheng exerted force on his legs and retreated, and at the same time he retracted his right fist, and he made three fast and short-short force in a series of fists on both sides of the left and right fists.

Bang.

Fang Cheng's body was shaken so hard that it shook hard, his airs suddenly dispersed, and his body fell backwards!

kindness?

Zhou Gang was stunned. He had only used less than 20% of his strength.

After thumping, Fang Cheng could not control the center of gravity at all and fell to the floor. His heart trembled violently, and he realized the horror of the profession level.

It is full of strength, and it seems to be mixed with an inexplicable force.

It was obviously just a straight punch, but it was like a mammoth giant elephant kicking it out!

He thought his profession level was very close to him, but now he has woken up. In the past six months, he has a natural ability, and he has been smooth sailing and has made great progress.

I have almost forgotten the cautiousness of entering martial arts at the beginning, and I have almost forgotten the cautiousness of my words and deeds!

Fang Cheng reflected on that he was not worried that Zhou Gang would continue to attack, just to discuss. After thinking for a while, he deeply printed this blow in his heart.

A gradually arrogant and arrogant heart was severely shattered, leaving behind piety, confidence but not pride.

"Sorry, junior brother, are you okay?"

Zhou Gang reacted, frowned, and stepped forward and said in a warm voice.

"It's okay." Fang Cheng stood up and bowed to Zhou Gang. He realized the gap between him and his professional level, so he calmed down.

"Zhenguo, go."

Old man Lu looked at the scene indifferently and said lightly.

Qi Zhenguo hurriedly nodded and walked towards the field. Zhou Gang also heard the words of the master outside the field. The other party nodded, retreated outside the field, and stood beside the master.

Zhou Gang knew that his master was not satisfied with his actions.

At this time, Qi Zhenguo first exchanged greetings with Fang Cheng, then looked up and said, "My junior brother, be prepared, I will attack you from the front and side."

Fang Cheng was stunned, his eyes lit up, his nerves were tense, and he stared at Qi Zhenguo's movements.

Qi Zhenguo smiled secretly in his heart and attacked forward.

He has been operating in Linjiang City for nearly ten years, entered the business world, and has also been in contact with and understood the political world. He asked himself that he had some experience in grasping people's hearts.

What the master just said was guidance.

What is a guide? To put it bluntly, it is a training, a feeding trick, and a teaching.

Junior brother Zhou Gang relied on his professional level that he put on airs and used only one arm, and his last move was even more merciless.

This stupid comparison!

Have you been practicing martial arts so hard that you have become stupid?

Master lets you become the master with the rules.

You are so good, you should focus on yourself and show off your might.

Qi Zhenguo sneered in his heart, but his hands became more gentle and refined. He only needed to let Fang Cheng understand the characteristics of professional combat.

"Bang bang bang."

Qi Zhenguo made a sky-blasting cannon, followed with his left hand, and his two fists were blocked by Fang Cheng. His body tilted and his whip legs were whipped.

Fang Cheng responded calmly, wondering why Senior Brother Qi Zhenguo was not very strong, but he still had a very difficult time blocking him.

This is by no means a difference in strength.

But the quality is different, like a collision between a piece of plastic and stainless steel.

He endured the doubt in his heart, twisted his body, pushed his knees to block the whip leg, and moved the direction again, and the two kept fighting.

For a moment, the body was intertwined, and Fang Cheng continued to move explosively in a short distance and a small range.

Qi Zhenguo only used the strength and speed of the professional first-level stage.

“Huhu.”

The martial arts suit was vibrating, and the sound of rushing in the collision of huge forces was making noises.

Looking at the two people in a stalemate on the field, Zhou Gang blinked and couldn't understand.

He couldn't understand what his senior brother was doing.

Playing?

Fifteen minutes have passed.

Fang Cheng shouted lightly, his body rotated half a degree, and with the centripetal force, he slashed his right fist from above!

Bang!

Fang Cheng's legs exploded, and his force burst out, and he jumped backward.

Seeing that his junior brother Fang Cheng ended the battle, Qi Zhenguo also stopped and looked at Fang Cheng with a smile.

So tired.

Too tired.

After nearly twenty minutes of fierce battle, there must be no mistakes during this period. Every punch and every kick must be fully exerted. Every move and every change, be careful.

Fang Cheng was panting, his hands were placed on his legs, and sweat dripped.

It turns out that my physical strength is not continuous, and my battles have ended in just a few minutes.

Fang Cheng's eyes became brighter and brighter.

What is scary is not the shortcomings, but the omissions but the lack of self-knowing!

He looked at Qi Zhenguo, his eyes filled with gratitude, and he lowered his hands and smiled while panting, "Thank you for your senior brother."

This is giving him a trick.
To be continued...