"Lingling."

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Fang Cheng and Han Wenshi sat in the last row of the classroom.

After packing up the textbook, Fang Cheng glanced at Han Wenshi: "Shitou, I'll leave first."

"Go to practice martial arts?"

"Yeah, thank you." Fang Cheng nodded slightly.

Put the textbook and a carbon pen into your schoolbag, and walked out of the classroom with your schoolbag in your right hand, and Fang Cheng walked out of the school.

The master’s home...is a separate villa with a small martial arts training ground.

Fang Cheng was shocked when he went there for the first time.

If you don’t go to your master’s house, you don’t know how poor you are.

In this area where every inch of land is valuable, what is the concept of an independent villa or a martial arts training ground?

The most prosperous!

"Why……"

Han Wenshi shook his head and watched Fang Cheng leave. He suddenly felt a little depressed. Go to practice martial arts?

What kind of martial arts are you practicing? A fighter and a scumbag will leave after class every day, go out for a run at 6 in the morning, and come back at 9 in the evening.

What is this to do?

What’s the use of people with poor martial arts talent?

Why do you have to work so hard and not play together?

Seeing Fang Cheng work so hard, Han Wenshi was in a complicated mood.

It’s true that the two are good friends, but he likes to play.

After finally going to college, Han Wenshi would never accept that he had to force himself so much.

He just wants to have fun and live a leisurely life.

But... Fang Cheng was originally playing with him every day, but Fang Cheng was not as good as him in all aspects.

Seeing his temperament change, he became more and more calm.

Suddenly, Fang Cheng, who was originally very mediocre, seemed to surpass himself.

"Huh, martial arts is not that easy." Han Wenshi murmured to himself, seeking some kind of comfort.

He couldn't tell what he was feeling.

...

A light white independent villa.

Fang Cheng walked briskly.

Since the master gave him a key, he said to the security guard at the door again, and every time he came in, he would greet him with a smile.

"Strength: 2, Agility: 0.5, Spirit: 0.9, Yuan Energy: 14:."

Fang Cheng glanced at the symbol below his vision.

After half a month of training, my body gradually adapted to the huge force of rapid growth.

So Fang Cheng tried to add two more points, and his body became a little swollen again.

The foundation is still too poor.

If you are based on amateur physical fitness, it is possible to add strength to three points.

After the teachings of Old Man Lu these days, Fang Cheng also learned a lot of martial arts knowledge.

"Well, according to my calculations, 2 points of strength are equivalent to the professional-level initial stage, but it is definitely weaker than the professional-level initial stage. After all, professional-level warriors not only have internal strength, but also have very familiar martial arts moves.

My current strength should be stronger than the amateur peak and slightly weaker than the professional first-level first-level.”

Fang Cheng's eyes moved, and he thought quickly in his heart.

"Master."

Fang Cheng walked into the villa and shouted.

"Yeah, are you here?"

Old Man Lu was sitting on a light brown and luxurious sofa facing the door. His eyes moved as he looked at the newspaper and glanced at Fang Cheng:

"Today continue practicing horizontally, do a thousand weight-bearing push-ups and squats first, and call me if you do it."

“Yes, Master.”

Fang Cheng nodded, placed his schoolbag next to the shoe cabinet, changed into a pair of black martial arts shoes, and walked towards the martial arts training ground on the left side of the living room.

Every day, he runs for an hour in the morning, and as long as there is no class, he will come to Old Man Lu to receive guidance. He will have dinner at night before going home.

This kind of life with a tight time and a fast pace makes Fang Cheng deeply enjoy it.

Because he could feel his strength.

From the beginning of being disorganized in boxing practice to the current sharp and domineering.

Fang Cheng understood his advantages and his martial arts talent was not good, but he had attributes and superpowers.

Compared to the exquisite moves, the skill of opening and closing is more suitable for you.

One force reduces ten times.

No matter how exquisite your force is, no matter how magical your moves are, it is useless.

A slap was blown away directly.

“Huhu.”

Fang Cheng calmed down and stopped thinking about it. He began to do warm-up exercises - weight-bearing push-ups and weight-bearing squats.

"Five hundred and ninety-two...737...1 thousand!"

"Huh, I've finished push-ups and squats."

Fang Cheng adjusted the weight-bearing top on his body.

The top is divided into small squares, and each small square contains a square iron block.

It is said that this is condensed from high-density fine iron. A small piece weighs five kilograms and nearly thirty-six iron pieces on the body!

The iron clothes are cold when worn on the body, which not only has the effect of carrying weights, but also refreshes the spirit!

Fang Cheng murmured: Happiness in pain.

"Click, click."

After reading the newspaper, Old Man Lu walked over calmly:

"You need to speed up the squats, and today I will teach you a style of playing."

"call!"

Fang Cheng did not open his mouth, but just nodded.

He would be depressed during the squat. He had done more than 600 things, but he was still more than 300.

"Master, it's done. What kind of playing do you want to teach me?"

Fang Cheng wiped the sweat slightly oozing from his forehead and said.

I felt a little strange.

Old Man Lu was his idea, and Fang Cheng could not learn those clever and meticulous tricks at all.

For Fang Cheng, the best move is: hit the Huanglong with one punch and break all methods with one force.

"Ha, you kid, I understand what you mean, and I don't believe me, Master." Old Man Lu waved his hand and glared at Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng’s advantage is strength.

When practicing martial arts, you must first magnify your advantages, and secondly, you must make up for your weaknesses and reduce your weaknesses.

"What I want to teach you today is the Seventeenth Style of Fire and Explosion. This set of fighting styles is as hot as fire, and it is an extremely powerful and heavy method that suits you. No matter what body technique he uses or uses force to relieve his strength, he will directly hit him with a few punches. Once the explosion is strong and powerful, he will basically be not far from victory."

"And this fighting method is a fire move. The more powerful the Qi and blood, the more it can produce a blazing effect as hot as fire and explosive. You can take a look first."

Fang Cheng's eyes lit up when he listened aside.

This style of playing is simply tailor-made for him.

As his strength increases, he tests details and can't learn exquisite and soft moves even if he wants to.

Put your eyes on the paper handed over by the master.

Fang Cheng looked closely and saw a visualization picture.

The more advanced the playing style, the less you pay attention to routines, and even have no fixed moves.
To be continued...