The martial arts practice venue of the Municipal Experimental Middle School.

Han Dong took a deep breath and held a booklet in a daze, which was the one that recorded the torrential rain of martial arts.

At this moment, the mood is incomparably wonderful.

"These techniques are estimated to be extremely precious. ”

"But this master Ning Moli actually has so many books? Why, how does it feel like a wholesale market...... But that's okay, the most suitable for me in these seven books is probably the technique of Torrential Rainfall. ”

Han Dong pursed his lips.

The technique of the Stormfall is designed to strike wildly and endlessly, endlessly, without interruption, as if a downpour of rain fell on the earth, regardless of whether the earth was destroyed or not, the heavy rain still fell regardless of it.

In short, it's a disciplined slam of blows.

Wow.

Han Dong opened the first page.

There is a well-proportioned raindrop outlined on the booklet, but the exquisite appearance reveals a violent momentum that smashes the earth, smashing without regrets, and never ending smashing.

In an instant, emotions stirred in my heart.

Han Dong involuntarily threw a straight punch, retracted his waist, regained his strength, and hit the ...... again It continued to hit hundreds of straight punches before slowly closing the momentum.

Strong!

I am so strong!

Han Dong's face was overjoyed, but Ning Moli's face was gloomy, and he sneered: "A set of random fights with no rules at all, do you really think you are a storm? Come here, first tell you the simple way to exert force and retract force." ”

"And. ”

"When you are exercising, remember to combine the specific situation, stay where you are, and simply look for death. ”

......

Time passed, and it was three days in the blink of an eye.

In the martial arts training venue of the Municipal Experimental School, Han Dong moved his body expressionlessly, fitting the technique of the Violent Rainstorm and Falling, and hit a series of fierce straight punches.

Then.

The old man's low voice shook his ears: "Your legs are white and long, if you don't like the trouble of lifting your legs, I will help you break it for free." ”

Phew!

The corner of Han Dong's eyes jumped, his right foot took a step forward and backwards, and his left leg followed suit, raising the sound of his trouser legs trembling like a spring, and then his feet and fists took turns to cooperate, and his heart kept flashing the practice diagram of the torrential rain, which became more and more familiar.

Until now.

Han Dong also understood why Ning Moli couldn't look down on those moves, and the strikes without meaning were just the mobilization of strength.

However, the real technique is a comprehensive summary of strength, emotion, spirit and other factors.

It's a true effort.

"Whew. ”

Han Dong took two breaths, suspended the practice of the technique, relieved the tension in his mind, and moved his fists and feet slightly.

Smack.

Smack.

Han Dong jumped out of the ring in two steps, picked up a towel to wipe the sweat on his face, and said casually: "Master, I think I can practice other techniques at the same time." The Torrential Rain Technique alone can greatly increase its strength, and if it is combined with other techniques......"

As he spoke, his voice waning.

Because Ning Moli raised his indifferent and ruthless eyes, he was staring at him coldly.

Han Dong pursed his lips and hurriedly silenced him.

Come to think of it, these real techniques, precious and rare, how can they be passed on to themselves at will. After all, Shizun only has seven real techniques.

At this moment, Ning Moli shouted violently: "Something that has no potential, you can also see such a simple technique?" ”

"Huh?"

Han Dong's face was full of astonishment.

Ning Moli sneered again and again, his wrinkled old face full of impatience: "Only the most rudimentary technique can allow you to practice at the second-grade level." When you become a martial artist, you will naturally have excellent skills. Don't regenerate those ignorant thoughts. ”

"Oh. ”

Han Dong said in a daze.

It wasn't until this moment that he finally realized ...... I probably really worshipped a great master.

——

Night falls.

Han Dong took the bus and sat for nine stops before returning home.

The house I rented earlier, it was because I was in my third year of high school, and now that the college entrance examination is over, I naturally moved back to my original home.

Smack.

Smack.

Han Dong's footsteps were very soft, and while controlling the strength and qi and blood in his body, he observed the community he had just moved back to.

This is a mid-to-high-end community, with multi-storey buildings, high-rise buildings, and a small fountain at the entrance of the community, with some metal sculptures placed next to it, which is quite gorgeous.

Walk into the community.

In front of you is a 20-meter-wide square street with fitness equipment, and further inside is the building area.

"Go home first. ”

"In the past two days, we have continued to look for gray airflow, and the level of martial arts is crucial. But the technique of anode pile and torrential rain cannot be relaxed. ”

Han Dong thought secretly.

In fact, he secretly guessed that maybe after becoming a martial artist, some wonderful changes would occur in the strength of his body, and if he wanted to use advanced techniques, he had to base on this.

After the second product, it is the first product.

Above the first grade, there is a warrior.

Referring to what Master Ning Moli said, martial artists have the qualifications to become a member of the martial arts world.

......

Inside Han Dong's house.

The living room, which is wider than before, is about 40 square meters, and there is a floor-to-ceiling window with bright and clean windows, which is bright and transparent.

"Brother. ”

Xiao Qian was lying in the living room, riding on the thick sofa pillows, rubbing against the smooth floor.

Han Dong walked over, picked up his sister Xiaoqian, and couldn't help but say happily: "Xiaoqian has really grown up, and she even knows how to help her mother mop the floor." ”

Xiao Qian didn't know that this was a counterstatement.

"Giggles. Her big watery eyes turned around, and her little face was full of pride: "That Xiaoqian will help her mother mop the floor more in the future and be a filial child." ”

"Haha. ”

Han Dong couldn't help but laugh.

Chen Shu walked out of the bedroom and sat on the sofa in the living room: "My son just came back, my mother is just about to cook, and your father has ten minutes to get home." ”

said.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Han Dong's tattered backpack in the corner of the living room, and couldn't help frowning, "What is that backpack?

Han Dong nodded, and said in surprise: "I brought it back the day before yesterday, Mom, didn't you see it?"

Chen Shu shook her head: "I've been too busy these two days, and I don't have time to clean up." ”

"Well, that's the nutrient solution that the master gave me to practice martial arts. Han Dong hugged Xiaoqian, sat on the sofa, and said with a light smile: "Martial arts training needs to supplement nutrients, and ordinary dishes can't support it." ”

Chen Shu was surprised, and said: "Then you quickly clean up, what if Xiaoqian gets it, the nutrient solution should not be allowed for children to drink." ”

Han Dong nodded hurriedly.

In fact, the backpack looked tattered, but it was hung with a combination lock...... After all, those nutrient solutions are worth a lot of money.

"Brother. ”

"Is the nutrient solution delicious?" Xiao Qian blinked, her white and tender little hand rested on Han Dong's cheek, and her curious and eager little eyes made Han Dong laugh.

His sister Han Qian is simply an authentic foodie.

In the past two days, I tasted two sips of the nutrient solution, and the taste was good, similar to a normal sports drink, but more mellow and viscous.

Han Dong hugged Xiaoqian and raised it twice: "It's not delicious at all, don't think about it." ”

Xiao Qian pursed her lips and snorted: "Brother occupies the delicious food by himself, you are a bad brother." ”

Side.

Chen Shu shook her head and smiled, and stood up: "Xiaodong, accompany your sister." Mom went to wash the vegetables and cook, and today I will make you beef stew and potatoes. ”

"Okay, mom go quickly. ”

Xiao Qian's eyes lit up, stretched out her white and tender little hand, and pushed her mother Chen Shu, looking impatient.

The corners of Han Dong's mouth were outlined with a light smile, and he was in a good mood, playing with his sister Xiaoqian.

Suddenly.

The phone in his trouser pocket trembled twice.

Han Dong took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, and saw a message from Qian Gao: "Brother Han Dong, my master Hongshi has just returned to Suhe City...... The master wants to see you, I don't know if my brother has time. ”

Qian Gao's master?

The master of the second-grade martial arts practitioner must be a martial artist and a member of the martial arts world.

Han Dong replied: "There is time. ”

Qian Gaos replied to WeChat in seconds, obviously waiting for Han Dong's reply: "Brother, how about tomorrow at noon? I'll pick you up." ”

Han Dong said: "Okay." ”

......

The city of Suhe in the dark.

On the brightly lit street, there is a magnificent and magnificent martial arts hall.

Qian Gao was wearing short sleeves, stood at the door, and said respectfully: "Master, Han Dong has already agreed to come down, tomorrow at noon, can you see it?"

"Yes. ”

A deep and powerful voice resounded in front of the door.

At the same time, the middle-aged man standing in front of Qian Gao, wearing a dark black windbreaker, who was not too stuffy at all, slowly turned his head, revealing a thick and calm face, with the meaning of vicissitudes on his face, and his eyes were indifferent.

"Han Dong. ”

"Funny little guy...... Don't let me down. ”