I can increase my proficiency

Dy No. [-] Middle School, Class [-] of the third year.

Seeing that Fu Xue didn't come to school today, Lao Yang was so angry that the veins on his forehead popped.

"Okay, Fu Xue, you didn't say anything about calling me Lao Yang yesterday, but you still dared to skip class today. This little bean bun is getting worse and worse. Wait for you to come to school, and see if I don't squeeze out the bean paste stuffing for you!"

Lao Yang's idea of ​​squeezing bean paste stuffing was doomed to fail, because Fu Xue didn't come to school until a month later.

A month later.

As if time had been frozen, the scene at this time was exactly the same as it was a month ago.

Zhang Hao was practicing martial arts beside him.

Fu Xue looked at him while eating.

Qin Qing looked at him while stroking the cat.

Jiu'er looked at him while being masturbated.

After a month of practice, Zhang Hao's Shaoyang Zhuang has reached a great achievement.

The proficiency of 90100 is only 10 points away from completion, and the advanced level is a trainee martial artist.

And Luohan Boxing has reached the perfect state of proficiency of 100100.

After a set of punches, Zhang Hao frowned, as if there was something dissatisfied.

I didn't know what to think when I stood there for a long time, then walked up to Qin Qing who was stroking the cat, and asked.

"Master Qin, my Arhat Fist is clearly complete, but why is there such a big gap with what you did that day?"

"Gap?" Qin Qing looked at him and asked, "That day, what did you see when I was playing Arhat Fist?"

Qin Qing's gaze was very strange when he was speaking, and his eyes flickered, as if he wanted to hear what he wanted to hear from Zhang Hao's mouth.

The scene of Qin Qing punching that day has been deeply imprinted in Zhang Hao's mind, and he will never forget it in his life.

So he replied without thinking, "Kill the thief!"

Following Zhang Hao's answer, Qin Qing's eyes flashed brightly: "What kind of thief did you kill?"

"Thief of Troubles!!!"

The light in Qin Qing's eyes slowly dissipated, looking at Zhang Hao's eyes, there was a faint sense of satisfaction.

It was no coincidence that he really understood that day.

Through these days of observation, Qin Qing found that Zhang Hao's aptitude is very good, very good.

Whether it's pile skills or practicing martial arts, every time you practice, there will be visible improvements to the naked eye.

In just one month, Shaoyang Zhuang went from moderate success to great success.

Arhat boxing is from the beginning to the perfection.

At this age, it is not a big deal to achieve great achievements in a martial art.

He had seen a martial arts genius who became a formal martial artist at this age.

However, even for such a genius, it is impossible for Zhuanggong to go from moderate to great success in a month.

It is also impossible to practice a martial art to perfection in a month.

He wouldn't read it once to understand the meaning of killing thieves in his Arhat Fist.

Although I don't know that he obviously has such a talent, why is he still in such a state now.

Although he didn't understand, it didn't prevent Qin Qing from loving talents.

In his eyes, Zhang Hao was like a peerless rough stone that had not been polished.

Once polished, it will bloom with a brilliance that shocks the world.

Most importantly, this kid is still a top student, he has a brain! ! !

This is an important point! ! !

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Qin Qing answered Zhang Hao's question in a leisurely tone.

"That's the artistic conception!"

"The so-called artistic conception is the product of the fusion of the warrior's understanding of martial arts, his own state of mind and perception of life."

"Just like one kind of rice nourishes hundreds of different people, a kind of martial art will have the same or different artistic conception when practiced by different people."

"Of course, not everyone can cultivate artistic conception. To be precise, there are very few warriors who can cultivate artistic conception. It can be said to be rare."

"So artistic conception is not something you can cultivate now."

"One is that you are too weak, and the other is that you are too young, without a wealth of experience, without a mind that has been honed over time, how can you cultivate your artistic conception?"

"It also reflects the problems you say you have now."

"what is the problem?"

"You have too little experience, no! It should be that you have no experience in using martial arts to fight."

"You've only practiced it now, but it doesn't mean you'll know how to use it."

"So... are you ready?" Qin Qing asked an inexplicable question meaningfully.

For some reason, Zhang Hao suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Grunt"

He swallowed nervously and asked anxiously, "What are you getting ready for?"

A ferocious smile appeared on Qin Qing's face, his eyes were ferocious, and he said viciously: "Of course I'm preparing to make sandbags!"

Chapter 24 Trainee Martial Artist

Hearing the word sandbag, Zhang Hao knew that Master Qin was going to do actual combat exercises with him.

Through the previous words, Zhang Hao understood one thing.

It's not that I'm weak.

Yes... Master Qin is very strong.

Although he doesn't know how warriors are divided into strong and weak, Master Qin can grasp the artistic conception that only a very few warriors can master, which is enough to explain his martial arts realm.

Even... maybe the top existence among warriors.

So in the face of this interrogative sentence that seems to be an inquiry, it is actually a declarative sentence of notification.

A person who knows the current affairs is a hero, he chooses to follow his heart!

With firm eyes, he shouted solemnly.

"I'm ready!"

"Very good!" Qin Qing was very satisfied with his positive attitude.

Putting down Jiu'er in his hand, he and Zhang Hao came to the open space where he usually fights.

Seeing that the two were about to start a battle, Fu Xue swallowed nervously, and then hugged Jiu'er into her arms.

"Jiu'er, you stay with me for a while, I'm scared!" Fu Xue said, stroking Jiu'er's soft belly and swallowing a few mouthfuls,

Feeling her little hands groping up and down his belly, Jiu'er rolled his eyes and snorted coldly in his heart.

"Bah! What are you afraid of? You're just greedy for my body!"

And in that open space, Qin Qing looked at Zhang Hao and said, "I will maintain my strength and speed at the same level as yours, so come here with confidence!"

Hearing this, Zhang Hao felt slightly relieved. In this way, he should not become a simple sandbag. Although he would lose, it would not be a miserable loss.

"Then I'm on!"

Thinking this way, he rushed over after saying something to Qin Qing.

Although it was a duel, Zhang Hao still used all his strength and imitated Qin Qing's terrifying killing intent when he was practicing boxing before.

There was a faint killing intent in his eyes, as if he had turned into a furious protector arhat, punching Qin Qing's head.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, which was the whistling sound of fists in the air.

With this punch, even if I turned my head, Zhang Hao still crushed me.

At this time, when he faced Zhou Chong again, just one punch was enough!

Zhang Hao's confident punch was about to hit Qin Qing's face, but he suddenly disappeared.

"Ok?"

Zhang Hao was full of doubts.

What about people?

"Zhang Hao, your attack intention is too obvious!"

"And... you don't hit people in the face, you brat."

Hearing Qin Qing's voice from below, Zhang Hao was shocked.

look around, and...

Then I saw a fist growing bigger in the eyes.

"boom!"

After being punched in the face, Zhang Hao flew back upside down like a cannonball!

"what!"

"Meow!!!"

Seeing Zhang Hao being sent flying, Fu Xue immediately screamed in worry.

And Jiu'er also screamed and bumped out of Fu Xue's arms, looked at her with resentment, and rolled around on the ground.

If you shout, just shout, what are you doing by pinching my belly!

The fat is crushed!

No one will let you hug me anymore!

Zhang Hao, who fell on the ground, looked at the blue sky and the white clouds in a daze,

who am I?

where am I?

What just happened?

"Hey, can you still get up?" Hearing Master Qin's voice, Zhang Hao's eyes flashed with determination.

"can!"

As he spoke, he staggered to his feet and shook his dizzy head.

Then he said to Qin Qing: "I'm going to go!"

"boom!"

"I'm going!"

"boom!"

"I want..."

"boom!"

"Stop talking nonsense, you can do it again with that effort!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Zhang Hao rushed towards Qin Qing again and again, and was sent back by Qin Qing again and again.

I don't know how long it took, but Zhang Hao couldn't get up at all. No matter how hard he tried to stand up, his body just didn't respond at all, and remained motionless.

Looking at him, Qin Qing's eyes faintly flashed a color of satisfaction.

Unimaginable talent, the first IQ in science, coupled with this indomitable perseverance.

Qin Qing liked Zhang Hao more and more in his heart.