The reason why Tang En thinks this way is that he has an in-depth understanding of Chinese martial arts.
A country's intelligence agency is definitely at the forefront of the world.
Compared to cousin He Xiaotian personally, I don't know how many times more.
According to the above information, the descriptions of Chinese martial arts are all exaggerated.
The explosive power of an atom bomb fired with one palm can be described in detail.
At first, Tang En didn't know what the original bomb was.
But after watching the video, he fell silent.
Not only that, its growth cycle is very slow.
Tang En believes that internal strength exists. After all, he can cultivate Qi and blood.
It's just that you have to practice for ten or eight years at every turn, which is really disappointing.
This is also the result of having a certain talent in martial arts and learning from an early age.
Otherwise, after ten or eight years, you may not be able to defeat even one evil spirit.
Those who become monks halfway are even more miserable.
Maybe after more than ten years, nothing will be achieved.
Therefore, he believes that the final winner will definitely be himself.
As long as the one hundred and fifty students under my command are willing to exercise hard and have adequate nutrition.
Even if you have low qualifications, you can reach the first level in half a year no matter what you do.
Looking at He Xiaotian's group, is half a year enough for them to meditate?
It’s so annoying!
It is not impossible for the big muscle tyrant who loses to get angry and hit him with a hammer.
When He Xiaotian left, he didn't know that Tang En was in so much trouble.
Otherwise, he would laugh out loud. If there was no experience point system, how could he agree to Roger?
For competitive players, Tang En's weaknesses in Chinese martial arts are all self-defeating.
He just needs to practice hard and squeeze the physical strength of the fifty registered disciples.
After being strengthened and promoted to the top level, the "Twelve Postures of Bodhidharma Yijin" is not that simple.
"Don't chop! Don't chop! I'll get up now, I'll get up now!!"
The playground where He Xiaotian is located can hear such miserable howls every day.
No need to think too much, it must be Feng Yu and the magician, waving their ghost-headed swords and eight-sided Han swords to scare people.
As for the credit card holder?
Stop it, the big golden kitchen knife in his hand.
Just one glance at the fifty registered disciples made them burst into laughter.
It’s really, really weird!
Look at the objects in other people's hands, and then look at yours.
The person who borrowed the knife was extremely frustrated by the countless contemptuous looks from others, and would hide in the corner and draw circles when nothing happened.
Who to curse?
Needless to say!
These screams and laughter made the college next door, Tang En Group, feel very happy.
The students in Mader's other group are almost going crazy because of that big muscle tyrant, right?
Fortunately, I and others did not choose him (ran over).
This situation lasted for a week.
a new day.
He Xiaotian was in the third posture of Wei Shen Xian Pestle, and explained in his mouth: "Lift the two palms up respectively until the arms form a U shape, bend the elbows slightly, with the palms facing up, try your best to hold them up. At the same time, clench your teeth and tongue
Touch the upper palate and let the breath spread across the chest. After the posture is settled, rest for an hour."
Immediately afterwards, heavy breathing sounded.
The fifty named disciples were trembling.
They experienced seven inhumane days.
Get up early every morning and start practicing "Dharma Yijin Twelve Postures".
You can't rest until ten o'clock after dark.
At this moment, they wanted to say something in particular.
"Have you ever seen the streets of Shanghai at four o'clock in the morning?"
And this group of people also discovered the secrets of posture and breathing.
There are only postures and no breathing, and the physical exertion is very ordinary.
In the same way, there is only breathing, no posture, and no physical exertion.
But when the two are combined, terror will come.
My physical strength was like a rushing river, rushing out in an instant.
The longer you persist, the greater this consumption will be.
Especially since they have to endure the scorching sun, the sourness is not something outsiders can appreciate.
However, some people actually found that during the devil's training, they not only did not get sick, but also suffered hidden injuries.
Instead, his body became stronger and stronger, and his arms, abdomen, thighs, and muscles gradually swelled.
And the spirit is stronger than before.
It seems that there is endless power.
Of course, except when practicing "Dharma Yi Jin Twelve Postures".
This visible increase in strength made them as if they had been knocked out by Xuanmai, unable to survive at all.
Although it was normal time to nag and complain, and everything continued as usual, no one complained about He Xiaotian's rudeness and cruelty.
Because everyone knows that this kind of martial arts is definitely a secret that is not passed down.
But the master took it out directly.
Tell me what kind of spirit this is?
This is selfless dedication!
The male disciples were all ecstatic, but the female disciples even cried.
They looked at the growing muscles and had no idea how to speak.
Is it possible that I can only find senior brothers or junior brothers?
But when she thought about two muscular guys making a little man on the bed, the female disciple couldn't help but retching.
The picture is so beautiful that I can’t even think about it.
If a small muscle stick is created, wouldn't a family of three become muscle sticks?
"vomit......"
He Xiaotian looked confused at the female disciple who sometimes suddenly retched.
How can I still vomit while practicing martial arts?
At noon, a truck drove in from outside the Medical University and stopped in front of He Xiaotian's playground.
A group of disciples who have been practicing the three forms of Wei Tuo Xian Pestle are very curious.
It's a pity that I didn't dare to stop, so I could only stand in place and didn't dare to slack off.
Because there were three assistants holding weapons behind them, staring at them eagerly.
These people are always looking for opportunities to kill people, but we can't give them any leverage.
He Xiaotian, who was three meters tall, opened the door and lifted out a bronze tripod with one hand.
"???"
"!!!"
The registered disciples, no matter how many times they see He Xiaotian's infinite power, they can't stop feeling emotional.
What a beast!!
The bronze tripod looks like it weighs several thousand kilograms at least, but what the hell are you doing carrying a little chicken?
"This is a reward for you as a teacher. I specially asked the scavengers to customize it."
If it were normal, this group of people would have started shouting and discussing with each other.
But the playground was still silent, with only scenes of people sweating profusely.
He Xiaotian nodded with great satisfaction and continued.
"Just practicing the "Twelve Postures of Bodhidharma Yijin" every day is boring for you, right? It's okay now. Master feels pity for you. In addition, your recent performance makes me very satisfied. So I plan to teach you some killing moves to relieve your pain.
A bit of boring training.”
"?!"
Everyone suddenly showed happy expressions.
Even though I can feel my progress every day, I practice the same posture every day for up to eighteen hours.
Anyone's spirit will become tired and start to become irritable.
Now that I can practice my killing moves, it would be strange not to be excited.
It should be noted that Master is indeed a bit messed up in his behavior, cruel and ruthless.
But the martial arts in my hands are all top-notch!!