The middle-aged man from last time appeared in the training ground, looked at Fang Xing and Liu Wei, and paused for a moment on the nano-protective suit on Fang Xing: "This protective suit is good, don't wear it next time, the impact will be different, exercise

The effect is also different...but let’s forget it this time, it’s good to vent once in a while.”

He smiled and said: "I see you are practicing the Twelve Postures of Military Boxing, right? Except for the first punch, which is interesting, the rest are a bit jerky. I can give you some advice, um, twenty minutes... this

The charge per time must be based on the standard.”

Fang Xing and Liu Wei looked at each other: "Please enlighten me!"

"When I first started practicing martial arts, I also learned the twelve styles of military boxing, but I prefer leg skills. Let me show you the 'Tomahawk Kick' first..."

The middle-aged man kicked out in the air.

Snap!

The air seemed to be cut open, the invisible leg wind swept by, and the wooden pile a few meters away suddenly exploded, revealing a deep knife mark.

"That's amazing...Uncle, you are definitely a real professional, right?"

When Liu Wei saw this scene, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Although he had seen Bai Lianyi's tomahawk legs, he also knew that they were nothing compared to this Uncle Gu.

"Generally speaking, I have since given up on learning the twelve styles of Military Style Boxing. After all, although this martial arts style is simple, it is easy to learn but difficult to master... However, if you practice it deeply, its 'military artistic conception' is also quite powerful."

The middle-aged Uncle Gu smiled and began to explain: "The essence of this leg is..."

Twenty minutes later.

When Fang Xing and Liu Wei left, they both still felt a little unfinished.

"Is this the advice of a true professional?"

Liu Wei touched his chin: "It feels worse than Teacher Xia's, but we received less money. Isn't it a bit of a loss?"

"It's better than practicing on your own... Teacher Xia Long is not only a professional, but also a specialized education practitioner with rich teaching experience. How can it be the same?"

Fang Xing shook his head.

He could see that Uncle Gu was a bit frugal, so he gave advice in lieu of extra compensation for the injury.

But even so, Liu Wei didn't know how, but he definitely made a lot of money.

The changes in the property panel are proof!

[Twelve Postures of Military Boxing: 76/100 (Introductory)]

'Not bad, this is overall progress...'

'But I'm still no match for my daughter, so I still have to keep working hard.'

Fang Xing secretly made up his mind.

…

Time flies.

During this period, Fang Xing kept drinking medicine and practicing martial arts, occasionally going out to work with Liu Wei, and playing games online in his free time. His life was extremely fulfilling.

This day.

Happy Home Community.

Practice room.

[Name: Fang Xing]

【Age:16】

[Occupation: Warrior]

[First level: Skin and flesh (skin refining: 43/100)]

[Twelve Postures of Military Boxing: 86/100 (Introductory)]

[Dalong pile: 99/100 (entry level)]

[Gate of All Heavens: 59/100 (positioning)]

…

"The last bit of nutrient solution..."

Fang Xing opened his mouth, swallowed the last 20 ml of 'D3 level nutrient solution', and began to practice the big dragon pile.

Forget about other things and myself, immersed in Zhuang Gong, constantly circulating Qi and blood.

Three hours later.

Something mysterious happened.

Hoho!

His energy and blood circulation accelerated suddenly, as if he had broken through a certain barrier.

Then, the bones all over the body moved, and countless musical notes overlapped together, as if they turned into a dragon's roar!

[Big dragon pile: 1/100 (skilled)]

"Upgraded?"

Fang Xing felt happy, feeling that his pile skills had made great progress.

What's even more astonishing is that every move carries a mysterious flavor.

"My pile technique before was rough, so rough that I couldn't even see it..."

After a slight comparison, Fang Xing felt that there were many improvements in his pile skills.

I even feel that after such improvements, the progress of refining skin and flesh will be greatly improved!

…

The next day.

[First level: Skin and flesh (skin refining: 44/100)]

Fang Xing looked at the increasing progress of skin refining, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"The proficiency-level dragon stake is indeed not comparable to the entry-level... Based on this estimate, I can increase my proficiency in about a day... My training speed has been greatly improved."

"This is just the proficiency level, what about higher levels? The future is promising, the future is promising!"

"Sure enough, I am only one golden finger away from success."
Chapter completed!