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23 Apprenticeship and Dujin

"Call here!"

Hou Hua roared,

"Use your best."

Chen Qingyan frowned, made a mistake in his steps, clasped his fists with both hands and struck fiercely. There was a muffled thud, and his arm was bounced up instantly as if it hit an elastic ball. He used the force to turn around, hit it with his back elbow, and punched straight.

A perfectly connected two-hit combo of Breaking Wave Fist and heavy hammer.

Hou Hua's face did not change at all after enduring all this. This was also true. Chen Qingyan's seemingly ferocious attack was like a child playing in front of this giant, without any threat at all.

Hou Hua started to wave his arms, and a whistling sound sounded. Chen Qingyan ducked to avoid it, suddenly jumped up, stepped on Hou Hua's arm, raised his fist and hit Hou Hua with a combination of punches.

The other students onlookers exclaimed in surprise.

Chen Qingyan's attack was sophisticated and skillful, like a battle-experienced warrior. Facing the inhuman gym owner, instead of having stage fright, he made full use of his own advantages.

This is something that students who tested before were unable to do.

"That's enough." Hou Hua said suddenly.

Chen Qingyan stopped moving, and the sweat on his face fell down his neck and rolled into his chest.

"In half a month, you have mastered the Wave Breaking Fist, which is very rare." Hou Hua nodded, "You have my approval."

"Do you want to become a disciple?" Hou Hua looked at Chen Qingyan expressionlessly.

Chen Qingyan nodded. Just as Hou Hua said, he had mastered Polangquan. However, the practice room still did not show the entrance. Obviously, there were key things that he failed to learn.

"Innocent, bring some tea." Hou Hua showed a ferocious smile.

After a while, Fang Chunzhen handed a porcelain cup to Chen Qingyan's hand and whispered: "Kneel down and invite Master to drink tea."

Chen Qingyan knelt down and said loudly: "Master, please drink tea."

Hou Hua took the cup, took a symbolic sip, and said: "From today on, you are my disciple, Hou Hua, get up."

The onlookers applauded one after another, with expressions ranging from envy to jealousy to calmness to indifference. It was quite complicated.

After drinking tea, you have become a disciple.

The entire apprenticeship ceremony is very simple, even simpler than scanning a QR code to pay.

...

After lunch, Chen Qingyan followed Fang Chunzhen to a dark room.

Inside the house, Hou Hua clasped his hands behind his back and waited for Fang Chunzhen to close the door before turning around. His huge body gave people a strong sense of oppression:

"Qing Yan, now you are a member of my Polang Martial Arts School. There is a saying that my master passed on to me, and now I want to pass it on to you as well. Anyone who enters our sect must bear in mind, "Everyone will be prosperous, and every loss will be a loss."

"Eight words, apart from that, there are no other strict rules and regulations."

There seemed to be no electricity in the house, so Hou Hua lit an oil lamp, and his face was illuminated by the flickering light:

"There is only one inheritance of Polang Martial Arts School, and that is "Polang Fist". I don't know about other martial arts schools, but the origin of the inheritance of my Polang Martial Arts School is actually the ancestor who entered the Bronze Sect when he was young and started from a school called "Polang Sect"

It was an orthodox martial art that was learned from a master in the sect. However, the founder had a low status in the Polang Sect at the time and had no access to the core training techniques, so he did not learn it completely. Later, he became successful in martial arts and entered the Bronze Sect.

By that time, it was no longer possible to return to the world where the Polang Sect was."

Chen Qingyan blinked a few times. Master Hou Hua mentioned the 'bronze door' many times. From what he meant, there seemed to be different worlds connected behind this bronze door.

Hou Hua knew that this new apprentice had many doubts in his heart, but he did not stop talking and continued:

"Precisely because of the lack of core training methods, Polangquan is actually unable to develop punching power on its own."

Hou Hua suddenly punched the air on his right, and there was a loud boom. Chen Qingyan witnessed a wisp of light green lightning that burst into the air and made a loud noise.

"What you just saw was the power of the Polang Fist."

Hou Hua punched again, hitting a wave-breaking fist in front of Chen Qingyan. The punches were consistent and strong and weak. Every punch hit the air. When the punch was punched, light green lightning exploded, and there was a boom in the room.

"Fist Jin cannot be seen during the day. Only in this dim and dark environment can we see clearly."

Hou Hua stopped slowly, "The sign of practicing martial arts and entering martial arts is to develop punching strength. But..."

Hou Hua walked under the oil lamp, put his thick arm next to the lampshade and took a look. Chen Qingyan's eyes suddenly changed.

The arm, which was stronger than his thigh, was now covered with blood beads and small wounds, and the skin was torn and it looked very hideous.

"This is just a superficial injury. I'm used to it, and you will get used to it in the future too."

Hou Hua picked up a towel and wiped his arms.

"The use of strength requires a price. Come here and I will slow down so you can see clearly."

Chen Qingyan quickly came over.

Hou Hua's arms moved for a while, and under Chen Qingyan's gaze, a wisp of fine gas pierced the skin membrane from the inside out, and then exploded into light green lightning in the air.

"Do you understand? Strength is generated from the human body, and will damage tendons, bones, flesh, skin, and membranes. To put it bluntly, this is a self-harming kung fu, and it is also an inevitable side effect of most martial arts.

, the only thing we can do is to use various secret medicines to constantly repair the wounds."

"Due to the lack of core training methods, Polangquan Fist Strength cannot be practiced by oneself. In order to continue to pass on, Du Jin has become the only choice."

"Master, what is Dujin?" Chen Qingyan spoke for the first time after entering the room.

Hou Hua smiled ferociously, raised his fist and made a crackling sound, "I just want to inject a wisp of this power into you."

Chen Qingyan was stunned for a moment. Are you kidding me? A punch like this would cause injuries if hit, let alone injecting it into the body.

"Do you know why every student in the martial arts school needs to practice Po Lang Fist and must get my approval?" Hou Hua chuckled, "Because after crossing the strength, only by hitting Po Wave Fist again and again can I completely control you.

Random punches."

Chen Qingyan frowned, the inheritance of Polangquan was really primitive and crude.

Hou Hua certainly didn't know what this new apprentice was thinking, "Once the fist power gets out of control and the fist power explodes in the internal organs, no one can save you."

"Are you ready?" he asked finally.

Chen Qingyan took a deep breath and nodded vigorously.

Hou Hua squinted his eyes, made fists with his hands and touched each other. There was a crackling sound, and a thin and slender light green lightning appeared with a trembling sound.

"Hands out, two hands."

Hou Hua roared.

Chen Qingyan quickly stretched out his hand.

Then there was a stinging, burning pain.

It felt like someone was pricking me with red-hot steel needles.

"Now, move for me."

Hou Hua roared angrily. His hands did not leave Chen Qingyan's arms. Instead, they stayed close to the skin and moved all the way to his shoulders.

Chen Qingyan gritted his teeth and found that the severe pain in his hands spread to his whole body. He did not dare to neglect and started to use the Polang Fist.

With this movement, he could clearly feel that there was a tiny foreign object flowing between the membranes of his hands and shoulders, then burrowing into the muscles like a long worm, and finally reaching the bones. His whole body trembled, and his teeth collided fiercely like a fight. I like it. Fortunately, I have a practice room.

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