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.

Back home, Ling Feng took out the package, which contained only a set of standard green shirts for the guards and two books, "Man Niu Jin" and "Bagua Steps". There was a note in the book not to be leaked, and he must return it within seven days, otherwise he will bear the consequences.

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These two secrets cannot be learned in one go like in the game. They need to be practiced slowly before they can appear in the exercise column. He opened the yellowed book and found that this powerful exercise is also a body-building exercise.

There are a total of eighteen postures. The cow is a symbol of strength. This bull strength also focuses on strengthening the muscles, while Fuhuquan focuses on strengthening the 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 sweating profusely and his muscles were sore. Only then did the system prompt him that he had learned Man Niu Jin LV1. At this time, if he practiced boxing again, the system would

Guide him to exert force and correct wrong movements. This is the first time he has come into contact with this set of bull power. Unlike Fuhu Fist, his understanding has been deeply rooted in his bones. He already knows the punching moves and the method of transporting power.

As for the Bagua Steps, it is more difficult to learn. This set of steps requires proficiency in the principles of the Bagua. It uses oneself as the base point and divides the whole body into eight or sixty-four directions. It focuses on the movement of close combat.

Dodge skills require 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. However, he was not yet sixteen years old. With his immature face and half a head shorter height, he looked a bit out of place, like a

Crane tail. In fact, this is also true. These Qing Yis all have at least the highest level of physical training. Many of them have developed internal strength. In terms of martial arts, they are far above Ling Feng.

Therefore, many people are pointing fingers at Ling Feng and are 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 green shirt. Ling Feng is the only one.

The young man who raised horses was naturally dissatisfied when his status suddenly became the same as theirs.

After a while, Sun Shaoying slowly walked over, 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.

From now on, you are teammates, partners who depend on each other for life and death. Okay, 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 weapons racks, wooden stakes, sandbags and other equipment.

Ling Feng was about to go to a wooden post to practice boxing, but 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 build and bulging muscles and bronze skin. He sneered: "You are quite arrogant and 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 go on your own, don’t force us to take action.”

A handsome young man of ten and a half years old next to him looked a little unbearable, and whispered to a handsome young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes next to him: "Captain Zhao, what Zhou Zhiyong did is a bit too much, shouldn't we take care of it?"

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 mouth curved slightly and he smiled: "I will 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 naturally go back to the stable."

"You said it yourself, I didn't force you!"

Zhou Zhiyong's face lit up with joy, showing an expression as if his conspiracy had succeeded, and he smiled.

So the group of people pushed away automatically and stood about ten feet away to watch. This kind of excitement is not something you can see every day.

After a while, Zhou Zhiyong said "Keeping the punch" and punched out. He didn't use his true energy. He only relied on the third level of bull power, which was three hundred kilograms of powerful strength, which 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 thundering 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 punch nearly twice as much power 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 sharp-sighted people looked surprised. It was obviously just an ordinary move called 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.

However, Ling Feng was still practicing boxing. He kept switching between the three sets of Fuhu Fist, Manniu Jin, and Eagle Claw Kung Fu.

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 long sword again, and began to practice sword practice.

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 smiled, 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 standing like a pillar in the sky.
Chapter completed!