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Chapter 9 Customer is God (1)

"Is his first form not very standard?"

"I don't know. This guy is finished. The first move is wrong. How can I get a D rating?"

Most of the students mourned Chen Xing from the bottom of their hearts.

But a very few people frowned, feeling that although Chen Xing's White Crane Fist was a bit substandard, it was somehow pleasing to the eye.

Not far from the edge of the playground, a girl with a ponytail and high-top white socks looked in the direction of the boxing practice with some confusion in her eyes.

"Qingzi, let's go. The final exam is over. There's nothing interesting in these ordinary classes." The boy next to him said.

He followed Qing Zi's gaze and sneered, "You can't even do the White Crane Fist, so what's there to see?"

"No, I saw that boxing boy last time," Wu Qingzi said.

Wang Zihao heard this and observed Chen Xing. After recalling it, he finally remembered, "I remember, he was the man from the ordinary class who went to Teacher Zhang to ask questions last time."

"Well, last time Teacher Zhang said that his White Crane Fist is also at the Dacheng level. Since it is the Dacheng level of White Crane Fist, it shouldn't be like this."

"My performance is not good, what else could be the reason?" Wang Zihao was helpless, Wu Qingzi was good at everything, but she was a bit of a martial artist.

"No, I practice White Crane Fist. I feel that although his White Crane Fist is not standard, there seems to be nothing wrong with it." Wu Qingzi was confused.

Not only Wu Qingzi, but other students who were masters of White Crane Fist were a little confused when they saw Chen Xing's White Crane Fist.

Just like when you are doing a problem, the first starting formula is clearly wrong at the beginning, but...how do you feel that the calculated answer is correct?

The more skilled the student is in boxing, the more things he can see.

If the other students were just confused and puzzled, then Zhang Minhe was shocked.

"Lao Cao, is this a student in your class?"

Zhang Minhe turned to Cao Gang and said.

"Well, this kid..." Cao Gang couldn't suppress a smile on his face.

Although he only has great success in the White Crane Fist, he has mastered the artistic conception in the Green Snake Fist, and he has also gone through this step before.

Naturally, I saw some clues.

"In terms of understanding, I'm afraid I can compare with Deng Jinyu from your martial arts class." Cao Gang said.

"It's easy to master boxing, but it's hard to perfect it," Zhang Minhe said with appreciation.

"If the boxing technique can be perfected, the artistic conception is promising. The most difficult thing is the step from Dacheng to the perfect state. This step has trapped countless people to death. He can perfect the boxing technique at the age of sixteen... I was the same at that time

I didn’t achieve this until I was twenty years old." Zhang Minhe said.

"You are already very perverted, okay? I didn't master the Perfect Level Boxing until I was twenty-four years old. Only now can I master the Green Snake Boxing and the second Little Five Beast Boxing." Cao Gang said helplessly.

"By the way, how many of your Little Five Beast Fists have you mastered the artistic conception?" Cao Gang asked curiously.

Zhang Minhe completely ignored the other three students and looked at Chen Xing intently the whole time, "Two doors."

"So awesome! Oh, by the way, Teacher Zhang, how old are you? Are you in your thirties?"

Zhang Minhe slowly looked away from Chen Xing and glanced at Cao Gang with an expressionless expression.

Only then did Cao Gang realize that he had asked a question about death.

For a woman, especially a woman over thirty, age is a taboo.

"Okay, stop. Wang Bin, martial arts level 2C; You Nan, martial arts level C; Xiao Clan, martial arts level C; Chen Xing, martial arts level A."

Zhang Minhe said.

On the playground, the student teams near the front row fell silent for an instant, and then exploded.

"Second A!?"

"I remember that only Deng Jinyu from Martial Arts Class 1 has an A rating!"

"What is the level of an A rating? Can anyone explain it to me?"

"Perfection-level boxing! This is the Perfection-level boxing."

"Fuck, I just said that he might be a perfect boxer, but you don't believe it."

"Awesome, this brother is so powerful, he has perfect boxing skills!"

"This brother is definitely the number one in the regular class!"

"Not to mention the ordinary class, even in the martial arts class, only Deng Jinyu received an A rating. This brother's understanding is so terrifying, I envy him to death. If I had half his understanding and boxing skills, I would have become a master by now."

Listening to the students' discussion, Zhang Minhe smiled slightly. She came from the Star Gazing Academy, and the founder of Little Five Beast Boxing was the successive deans of the Star Gazing Academy, so she knew the specific reason.

"Deng Jinyu practices Black Bear Boxing. The founder of Black Bear Boxing is about the same size as Deng Jinyu, so Deng Jinyu's boxing moves have not changed much. However, the founder of White Crane Boxing, Mr. Zhou, is naturally different from ordinary people, so the moves of Perfect Realm have changed significantly."

In the distance, Wu Qingzi heard the Perfection White Crane Fist and couldn't help but clenched his fists. He looked at Chen Xing's back blankly, with a strong fighting spirit flashing in his eyes.

I really want to see the difference between the White Crane Fist at the Perfection level and the White Crane Fist at the Dacheng level.

Wang Zihao, who was standing next to Wu Qingzi, naturally heard it, and a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Soon the jealousy turned into helplessness, talent...even jealousy cannot take it away.

Fortunately, although this guy has a perverted understanding, his martial arts qualifications are average, and his family probably doesn't have much background. After all, he has inquired about everyone who has background, but has never heard of this person.

It doesn't matter if he has a high level of martial arts, he can crush him with his martial arts training!

Thinking of this, Wang Zihao felt calm again. The advantage lies with me!

"His martial arts training is not high, so he would not be your opponent if we compete with you." Wang Zihao said softly to Wu Qingzi.

"Whether I can win or not will only be known after a fight, but isn't it the only way for me to see the limits of the Perfect White Crane Fist more clearly?" Wu Qingzi's eyes were bright and the corners of his mouth were raised.

Chen Xing's class teacher Li Chaoqun was even more stunned. The most shocked ones were the students in Class 3.

When I saw that Chen Xing's martial arts level was A and he had mastered a perfect boxing technique, he looked at Chen Xing like a god.

Envy, jealousy, admiration, shock... almost all kinds of emotions can open a dyeing workshop.

They also knew that although his martial arts cultivation was a little low, with his perfect boxing skills, it was certain that Chen Xing would enter the martial arts class.

...

"When did you reach the perfect level of White Crane Fist? You actually held back such a big secret and didn't tell me. You are such a cruel person."

"Old Chen, Old Chen, I have never seen anyone so tolerant as you! I won't be shocked at all if you show me artistic conception-level boxing skills next time."

"What are the tips for learning boxing? You see, I have worked hard for so many years, but I haven't achieved great success in Yellow Monkey Boxing yet. I don't seek perfection. You can give me some guidance and help me break through to great success with less detours."

After leaving the playground, Wang Bin never stopped talking.


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