Zhang Mingyang quickly ended his conversation with Wang Shina, stood alone in front of the window, staring at the dim sky in a daze.

In fact, the weather was pretty good throughout the morning and most of the afternoon, but I didn’t expect it to be full of haze now.

Speaking of which, Zhang Mingyang's mood is not much better than the weather outside, and it even looks worse.

Light blue smoke filled the room and soon fled out desperately from the upper edge of the window on one side.

At this moment, he even envied the smoke a little.

Not to mention anything else, at least there is still a place to escape.

But what about him?

But now it is becoming nowhere to escape.

If he was still full of confidence before the Yangwu Conference was held, especially after having some exchanges with Ye Chong, his confidence has begun to slowly pass away.

However, this confidence is not whether he can hold the Yangwu Conference well, but whether he can play his own self-confidence on the stage of the martial arts journey.

There is no doubt that under his wholehearted efforts and careful layout, the Yangwu Conference is developing in the ideal direction, and is also gaining recognition from more and more people.

However, the smooth progress of the Yangwu Conference in the past two days has made him ambitious to host this grand event, but he is gradually losing confidence in himself.

Too weak.

In terms of martial arts, he is really too weak.

As an ordinary person, very weak.

As a martial arts person, he is even weaker.

As the principal of the Martial Arts Academy, he is so weak that he is a little shameless.

He basically watched all the games in the past two days, either live or through replay.

It is precisely because of these games that he has a new understanding and positioning about martial arts, actual combat, and himself.

He knew very well that each of the 3,000 contestants was better than him, especially those warriors. If they were fighting against him, it would be a matter of minutes.

Actually, it's a bit too arrogant to say that.

In front of many contestants, he was like a little chicken facing a big tiger, and was simply vulnerable.

In minutes?

Not in minutes.

But every second.

After this feeling, Zhang Mingyang's current ideas have become very clear and practical.

The successful holding of the Yangwu Conference is very important, and what is more important than this is to let yourself grow up as soon as possible.

Otherwise, there would be no time.

In fact, he has worked very hard now. Whenever he has some time, he will do his best to practice the simplified version of martial arts in order to improve his physical data as soon as possible, so as to break through to become a warrior.

However, during the process of cultivation, Zhang Mingyang also increasingly discovered that it is not enough to have so-called ideals and efforts.

If a person without talent wants to succeed in the martial arts path, what he needs more is his own insights and others' enlightenment.

There are many insights for Zhang Mingyang, who has just embarked on the road of martial arts.

However, it's not on the idea.

To put it bluntly, it’s like an ancient man who came to the modern world. Everything felt very novel, mysterious, and had many ideas, but he didn’t know what he saw.

Therefore, Zhang Mingyang really wanted to ask someone to help dispel the thick fog in front of him, and the only person he could find now was Ye Chong.

"His strength did not disappoint me, but my efforts were going to disappoint him."

Zhang Mingyang shook his head with a wry smile.

He knew that Ye Chong stayed in the room and did not answer the phone. It was definitely not because there was a problem with the phone or that he couldn't hear it, but because he didn't want to be disturbed at all.

Since he knew this, if he called again or found someone to knock on the door, Ye Chong would definitely feel dissatisfied, and this was not what he wanted to see.

Soon, Zhang Mingyang sat cross-legged on the ground and began to practice the simplified version of martial arts.

Speaking of which, he really doesn't like this posture. Every time he gets up, his legs and feet are numb.

But there is no way, this is the requirement for the simplified version of martial arts, and this is also the most important question he wanted to ask Ye Chong this time.

However, since you can't contact the other party now, you have to continue to experience it carefully as required.

Half an hour later.

Zhang Mingyang opened his eyes unexpectedly, then patted his legs, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

“What’s going on?

Why are your legs not numb?

It feels more comfortable than sitting in a chair.

Could it be...

Am I getting started?"

Zhang Mingyang was very happy and excited. He touched it up and down and wanted to find a cigarette to celebrate.

Seeing the smoke on the table next to him, he wanted to get it, but the next moment, he smiled suddenly, shook his head, then closed his eyes and continued to practice.

Time passed by little by little.

I don’t know how long it took, Zhang Mingyang opened his eyes silently, and a strong sense of surprise filled his eyes.

But soon he reached out to slap his hand in front of his nose and looked at it. He realized that he had already sweated heavily and smelled extremely badly.

"hehe.

Why did you sweat so much?

And it's simply stinky.

I used to smell like sweating, but it didn't taste that heavy.

It seems that a lot of impurities in the body must have been tempered during the cultivation process just now.

This is a good thing.

Ha ha.

I'm on the way.

However, the smell is not pleasant to smell, so I should wash it first.”

Swish!

Zhang Mingyang jumped up, then moved his legs and feet, and walked back and forth in the room for a few times, his face becoming more and more excited.

The paralysis of legs and feet disappeared, and dirty impurities flowed out of the body. These are all signs of practicing simplified martial arts and techniques, and of course it is exactly what he has always dreamed of.

Under this situation, it would be strange if you are unhappy.

Soon, Zhang Mingyang entered the bathroom in the inner room and took a shower, then changed into clean clothes, and immediately looked refreshed and younger for several minutes.

Immediately afterwards, he habitually touched the cigarette from the table, lit one casually, and immediately smiled and frowned.

"This cigarette is smelling. Could it be that I just practiced and forced out the smoking addiction in my body?"

Cough cough cough!

Zhang Mingyang instinctively coughed a few times, then went into the bathroom and spit it into the toilet. Unexpectedly, a large ball of black phlegm was spit out, as if he had spit out impurities that had been stagnant in his body for many years.

He couldn't help but look happy and threw the cigarette that had only taken two sips into the toilet.

"hehe.

It turns out that this is what it means to not vomit.

A bad habit for many years.

Unexpectedly, it was relieved because of practice.

I know that although I will definitely not be able to quit, after practicing like this, I will definitely get fewer and fewer strokes.

Um?

The cigarettes themselves now do not cause excessive harm to the body.

However, the habit of smoking should be changed as much as possible.

Otherwise, if I have such a great addiction to cigarettes, would it be that I also had a cigarette in my mouth when I was fighting in the ring?

no.

Of course not."

Huh~

Zhang Mingyang let out a breath and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and look out the window.
Chapter completed!