I Can Give the Origin of Everything

After school.

　　 Xu Lingjun stayed with Zhou Qing’s leeks.

　　 Zhou Qing is really interesting, he is different from those coquettish cheap goods outside, even if Fang Zheng has helped him many times, the source value he can give Fang Zheng still has not been reduced.

　　 even slightly increased.

　　 According to Xu Lingjun's estimation, it may be because as his strength improves, he is now a warrior.

　　 But a warrior who still respects his teacher so much, obviously reminds Zhou Qing of his dream that year...the peaches and plums are all over the world, so the gratitude is even stronger.

　　 Therefore, Xu Lingjun is more diligent.

　　 Because of this, Xu Lingjun’s other teacher Wang was still jealous. He returned home at night and ridiculed Xu Lingjun... Obviously I was the head teacher, did you make the wrong flattery? It's the truth that came to shoot me.

　　 It's a pity that Mr. Wang is too salty.

　　 Xu Lingjun also tried to help her, but she took it for granted. Whether she helped her organize her homework or deal with some miscellaneous things, she did not give Xu Lingjun a bit of source value.

　　 Xu Lingjun had no choice but to give up.

　　 Alas, Sister Ya Ya, you are not particular about it. You can't take the small favors I helped you for granted just because I am your fiance?

　　 It's evening.

The street of 　　 Wuguan quickly began to lively.

　　Especially the Bakuyan Martial Arts Center, along with the cooperation with Qingyang High School.

　　 When school is over, the Bakuyan Martial Arts Hall is overcrowded.

　　 With this cooperation, Bakuyan Martial Arts Museum quickly became the first martial arts center in the entire Martial Arts Center, and the number of disciples was so large that the martial arts center had to queue up to practice the next day.

　　 The wind and thunder seemed to be stimulated by Xu Lingjun.

　　 He took off the decadent posture before taking off, and began to teach serious martial arts seriously.

　　He is a warrior of Huichuan in the Middle Realm. If he is not disabled, he can at least compete with Yuan Tianqing.

　　 This level of strength is more than enough to teach some warriors who are less powerful than a warrior...

　　 Even though he has a bad temper, he will be impatient if he feels uncomfortable, but with the help of Fengyun, the students who joined the martial arts gym have really learned a lot of good things.

　　 Qingyang High School has doubled the number of Body Tempering Nine Stages in just over half a month, and now there are more than fifty people.

　　 And this, the two brothers of Feng, Lei and Feng Yun have contributed a lot.

　　 Even more rare is that he issued the announcement.

　　 Those apprentices who have signed up for the name of the Blast Flame Martial Arts Hall before, if they wish, they can come back and rebuild.

　　 The reputation of Bakuyan Martial Arts Hall also quickly rose. Everyone knew that Feng Fenglei was eating dry rice before, but he was eating with mixed rice before, but now he is serious.

　　 just this evening...

　　 "What, someone is doing something?!"

　　 It's a rare occasion to be idle.

You know, these students are the most difficult to serve... They are different from ordinary apprentices. They can not only learn martial arts in the martial arts gym, but also learn theories in school, so many questions they ask can make him difficult. untie.

　　 Especially these students can still ask Xu Lingjun for advice.

　　 What the guy said, Feng Yun really didn't dare to refute...just kidding, even though I have been exposed to the martial art of Yan Shaquan for more than 20 years.

　　 But compared to Xu Lingjun, I am a younger brother.

　　 Therefore, teaching these students every time makes him feel tired.

　　 It's rare to have some leisure time now.

　　 Before he had time to drink, an apprentice came over and told someone to make trouble in the martial arts gym.

　　冽 Fengyun waved his hand and said tiredly: "There are still people who dare to come to the martial arts gym to make trouble? If you can discuss it, you can discuss it, if you can't discuss it, you can fight out... We are the martial arts gym, not the court, and the fist is the rule!"

　　 "But... but the way they mess up is very unique, it's impossible to fight."

　　 The apprentice replied with a dry smile.

"What's the meaning?!"

　　 "It's just... I don't know what to say, you will know if you go and see."

　　 Fengyun glanced at the apprentice in confusion, could there be a different way of making trouble?

　　 "Let's go, check it out."

　　 He got up and walked out.

　　 At this time, inside the huge martial arts hall.

　　 Nearly a hundred apprentices are practicing boxing seriously.

　　 With one punch and one kick, the tiger is alive, there is no shouting, but the fist is condensed, and the movements are neat and uniform. Every punch and kick is accompanied by a heavy roar.

　　 "Well, not bad, not bad."

　　Wind Trace leaned quietly in the corner, watching these young apprentices practice boxing seriously.

　　 With a satisfied smile in his eyes, he smiled and asked Sun Lingli who was accompanying him: "Lingli, what do you think?"

　　 "Although the action is neat, it is just a routine. It is quite satisfactory, not too brilliant."

　　Sun Lingli finally took her gaze away from the book, took a careful look with her glasses, and gave a good evaluation.

　　 "But these people are all beginners, which is very good. It seems that these apprentices have a solid foundation."

　　The Mark of the Wind smiled and leaned forward, and smiled at a young man next to him who was practicing boxing: "Young man, you made a wrong punch."

　　 The man stopped when he heard the words, glared at Windscar, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Windscar smiled and said: "This fist is fierce and energetic like a flash of torrents. It can indeed exert 200% of its own combat power, but the damage to the body is also very serious. It sends three or four blows in a day. Had a broken arm."

The young man sneered: "Of course I know that this belongs to the bishop of our pavilion. He also warned us that this blow is a nirvana and it is a great burden on the body. Therefore, it cannot be performed more than three times in a day. This is inflammation. What's wrong with the characteristics of Shaquan!"

Feng Zhihen said with a very good temper: "What he taught was not wrong 20 years ago, but in fact, today's Yan Sha Quan has already been promoted by the founders. You come like this... Your Qi is condensed, and your hands are lunar first. Lung Meridian, Yangming Large Intestine Meridian..."

　　 "Nonsense, the muscles and veins of the arm are distinct from yin and yang, how can I confuse it?"

　　 "If you try it, you won't know, anyway, no matter how great the damage is, can it be more harmful than walking through the Yang Jing?"

　　 The man looked suspiciously at the kind windscar, perhaps he felt that this kind old man didn't look like a bad person.

　　 Now condensed fist strength, following the teachings of Windscar... After a while, he punched.

　　 Qi Jin rises without wind, and the huge martial arts hall clearly ignites with a loud explosion, which is mixed in the strength of everyone's boxing, and it is not obvious.

　　 But the man's eyes widened in shock.

　　 Trying against this old man, the power of his fist increased by 30%, and the pain in his arm disappeared.

Wind Mark smiled and said: "Is the punching slower now? It doesn't matter, when you get used to the Qi Jin swimming~ walk, after you cultivate the true Qi, the speed will not be inferior to the previous one, the damage will be reduced by 50%, and the power will be increased. 30%..."

　　 The young man was overjoyed and said loudly, "Thank you, old man."

　　The Mark of Wind smiled and walked towards another warrior.

Sun Lingli didn’t care about him, she sat down on the wooden floor honestly, holding a pen in her hand and started to calculate, but her frowning brows proved that this junior high school version of ingenious solutions in her hand was not so easy to deal with. , UU reading www.uukanshu.com does not seem to be so easy to start from scratch.

　　 And when Feng Yun arrived, what he saw was that all the martial artist apprentices no longer practice martial arts.

　　 Instead, he surrounded an old man, the noise was extremely loud, and everyone was asking him questions.

　　 The old man seemed to know this Yan Shaquan very well. Every two or three sentences would make the person who asked the question suddenly start, and he couldn't wait to run to the side to try... It really improved a lot.

　　 "Young man, you just practiced boxing, and I have seen it too. It seems that your foundation is not very solid."

　　 And this time.

Fengzhan's gaze fell on one of them, who was a little younger, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and asked with concern: "The style of their punches is basically not bad, but I see you, it seems that the punches are slightly less powerful. Too slow..."

　　 "Nonsense, I'm specifically instructed by Old Xu. He said that haste is not fast, and the punch is too fast, and it hurts others and also hurts himself."

　　 Guo Zheng looked disapproving, and it didn't matter if he couldn't find the old beggar, and he didn't understand the "Infinite God and Demon Forging Body Art" lent to him by Xu Lingjun.

　　 Now when I come to the martial arts gym, I am still being blindly guided by an old man next door?

　　 Just kidding...Me, Guo Zheng, do you need guidance?

　　 The deputy director of the museum has personally admitted that Xu Lingjun's accomplishments in Yan Shaquan are no less than the master of the museum.

　　 Hum...I have a dedicated private tutor, am I proud?

　　 He twisted his butt, turned and left.

　　The Trace of Wind: "………………"

　　 At this time, Liu Fengyun was already dumbfounded.

　　 looked at the old man in shock.

　　 The eyes are full of shock... Obviously I can't believe that the man actually came here.