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." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Ling Feng took the package, turned around and left, very simply.

Back at home, Ling Feng took out the package, which contained only a set of guards' standard green shirts and two books, "Brute Bull Strength" and "Bagua Steps". There is a note on the book, which must not be leaked and returned within seven days, otherwise you will bear the consequences.

These two cheats can't be learned at a point like in the game, and they still need to be practiced slowly before they can appear in the exercise column. He opened the yellowed book, this brute strength is also a body forging exercise, with a total of eighteen styles. The ox is a symbol of strength, and this bull strength also focuses on exercising muscles and muscles, while Fuhu Fist focuses on exercising bones, which can complement each other.

He took a sip of water and went to the front of the hall to practice boxing. After practicing hard for more than an hour, Ling Feng had already practiced profusely, and his muscles were sore, and the system prompted him to learn the brute strength LV1. At this time, he will practice boxing again, and the system will guide him to exert force and correct the wrong move. This set of brute bull strength, he is also in contact with it for the first time, unlike Fuhu Boxing, the comprehension has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and he already knows everything about punching moves and the method of luck.

As for the gossip steps, it is more difficult to learn. This set of steps needs to be proficient in the principles of gossip, which is based on itself, and divides the body into eight eight and sixty-four directions, focusing on the movement and dodging skills of close combat, which requires actual combat to improve.

After exercising for most of the day, Ling Feng finally learned Bagua Step LV1.

On the second day, at the time of the hour, the martial arts arena was performed.

At this time, the school field was full of Tsing Yi guards, lined up in four lines, and there were forty-one people.

And Ling Feng also wore a standard green shirt and stood last in the fourth row. It's just that he's not yet sixteen years old, and with a childish face and a half-head shorter height, he looks a little out of place, like a crane tail. And in fact, these Tsing Yi are all the cultivation of forging body at the very least, and many of them have refined their internal strength, and their martial arts cultivation is far above Ling Feng.

Therefore, many people pointed at Ling Feng and were quite dissatisfied. They have been trained since childhood, until they have been forging their bodies or refining their internal strength, before they are qualified to wear this set of green shirts. Ling Feng was a teenager who raised horses, but his status suddenly became the same as theirs, so he was naturally dissatisfied.

After a while, Sun Shaoying walked slowly, and everyone was suddenly silent. His face was serious, and he said coldly, "I know that many of you are dissatisfied with Lin Feng's ability to become a guard. But I don't care what you think in your hearts, but from now on, you are teammates, partners in 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 stake to practice boxing, but was surrounded by three Tsing Yi guards.

Most of the other Tsing Yi guards looked like they were watching a play.

Ling Feng frowned slightly, and said lightly: "Get out of the way!"

Led by a red-faced young man with a sturdy body, bulging muscles, and bronzed skin, he sneered: "I'm quite proud, and I don't look at what kind of place this is! This is not a place for you to come, a groom should go to the stable, and those who know each other should go by themselves, don't force us to do it." ”

An eighteen or nineteen-year-old handsome young man next to him looked a little unbearable, and whispered to a handsome young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes next to him: "Team Zhao, Zhou Zhiyong has gone a little too far, can we take care of it?"

The forty guards were divided into four squads, each team had a captain, Zhao Mingchen was one of them, and Ling Feng happened to be in his charge.

Zhao Mingchen said lightly: "No, since he has come here, he must rely on his own strength to gain a firm foothold, otherwise he is not worthy of staying here." ”

At this time, a smile appeared on the corner of Ling Feng's mouth, and he said, "In that case, what are you waiting for?"

The corners of Zhou Zhiyong's mouth curved slightly, and he said with a smile: "I'll let you make three moves, lest others say that I bully newcomers." ”

Ling Feng said lightly: "I don't want you to let me, as long as you lose, stay away from me, just don't get in the way." Of course, if I lose, I'll go back to the stable. ”

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

Zhou Zhiyong's face was happy, showing an expression of conspiracy succeeding, and he smiled.

So the group automatically pushed away and stood outside Zhang Xu to watch, this kind of excitement is not something that can be seen every day.

After a while, Zhou Zhiyong said a fist and smashed it out. He didn't use his true qi, just with the brute strength of the third layer, and a strong strength of three hundred catties, it was enough to defeat the other party.

Ling Feng stepped on the gossip step, flashed to Zhou Zhiyong's side, and a black tiger burst out, and almost at the same time, a transparent fluctuation suddenly rushed into his mind from his fist.

This transparent fluctuation suddenly turned into a lifelike, majestic white tiger, and let out a heaven-shattering tiger roar!

This is the White Tiger Fist Intent that he once practiced to the Great Perfection Realm, and although the comprehension is not as deep as the Canglang Sword Intent, it is more in line with the boxing method.

Zhou Zhiyong's Zhihai trembled, his spirit collapsed, his strength dissipated, and at the same time, he received a solid punch in his chest, retreated rapidly, and fell to the ground.

Although Ling Feng only has 7 points of muscles, he can hit nearly double the punch power through the power of the Fuhu Fist.

Zhou Zhiyong screamed in pain, woke up, got up and stood, but his face was flushed, the boat capsized in the gutter, and his face was lost.

But the people in the audience were in an uproar, it was incredible, Zhou Zhiyong's martial arts were only under the four captains, and he was defeated with one move!

Even Zhao Mingchen and others with good eyesight looked surprised, obviously it was just an ordinary trick of the black tiger to dig out the heart, why couldn't Zhou Zhiyong avoid it?

Zhou Zhiyong's eyes suddenly turned a little red, and he used his internal force to smash Ling Feng with a punch again.

Ling Feng still punched Zhou Zhiyong's nose. He said coldly: "Am I qualified to wear this green coat now?"

Zhou Zhiyong touched his bleeding nose and walked away in shame.

Since this incident had passed, no one was looking for trouble anymore, and Ling Feng began to concentrate on cultivation.

Three days later, the martial arts arena.

It was getting dark, and the night shift was standing guard, and the day shift had already gone home.

Ling Feng was still practicing boxing. The three sets of exercises of Fuhu Fist, Brute Bull Strength, and Eagle Claw Gong are constantly changing.

After more than an hour, it wasn't until the sweat soaked his clothes that he slowly finished his work.

At this point, he looked at the attribute table and noticed that his proficiency (completion) had increased a bit.

He wiped his sweat, took a breath, picked up the long sword again, and began to practice it.

After practicing for a while, a girl with two pigtails came over with a basket and said, "You are Lin Feng?"

Ling Feng slowly retracted his sword and nodded, "It's me!"

The maiden handed him the basket and said, "This is what Mademoiselle asked me to give to you." ”

Ling Feng opened it and saw that it was a plate of roast chicken, with a fragrant aroma, he looked a little surprised, and then suddenly said, "She must have put laxatives in it, right?"

The girl glanced at him and snorted, "Miss said, if you don't eat it, tell me to feed it to the dogs!"

Ling Feng wanted to refuse, but his stomach screamed angrily. The more diligent he practiced martial arts, the greater the physical exertion, and he would have been hungry for a long time.

The girl chuckled and turned away.

Death is death, Ling Feng took down a chicken leg and ate it.

Not long after eating, he felt that something was wrong, his whole body was hot, and there was already a pillar of optimus underneath.

He didn't dare to stay and practice his sword, so he left in a hurry, but fortunately it was night, and no one saw his abnormality.