"How is it, can you continue?" asked the little demon with a bright smile on his face.

Before Wang Ge could say "can't," the cultivator madman immediately shouted "yes"! Immediately afterward, the arrogant Zhang Yiming also gritted his teeth and shouted "yes"!

Wang Ge's face was completely blackened. What can you do?!Can you be a fart, how can you just take a twenty-minute break?

His mental power level is the lowest among the three, 4 layers worse than Ding Yi and 10 layers worse than Zhang Yiming, because the degree of mental power refining the body is not high, and his physical fitness is the worst.

There is nothing to be tricked in this weight training, and the physical strength that should be consumed cannot be saved at all. He was too tired at the moment, and if he was given a bed, he was guaranteed to sleep in a minute.

"Wang Ge, are you okay?" the little demon said in a concerned tone, handing him a bottle of Da Manniu.

This is the last bottle of Big Manniu.

After the Second Ability War, functional drinks such as Da Manniu, which can quickly replenish physical strength, are extremely scarce, and the market has been speculated to sky-high prices, almost to the point that there is no market.

"Okay!" Seeing the big bull, Wang Ge immediately did it.

He took the big wild ox and drank it all, as if there was a fire burning in his abdomen, and a steady stream of energy flowed through his meridians throughout his body, and his body was like a dry plant in the desert irrigated by rain, and it was moistened at once.

"Cool!" Wang Ge exclaimed, Ding Yi and Zhang Yiming who watched it were envious, they wanted it too!

The two of them stared at the little demon, hoping to be treated equally.

"What's the last bottle! It's not like you don't know!"

"Damn, isn't it!" Zhang Yiming cried and wailed: "You are too partial, I am your apprentice!"

"I'm biased, how about it?" The little demon showed a bright smile again, and Zhang Yiming felt a trace of murderous aura from this smile.

"You ......" Zhang Yiming was speechless, "Are you going too far, it's crazy not to take you so blatantly!"

"Yes, consider the feelings of a single dog, forget if you don't give a drink, and force dog food, there is no reason to feed!" Ding Yi complained.

Both have reached the limit of their patience.

"Okay, don't be poor, get up and continue training. The little demon pointed at Wang Ge and said to the two: "His physical strength is not as good as yours, shouldn't he give him an energy drink? ”

"Cut, just an excuse. Zhang Yiming expressed disdain.

Ding Yi stabbed Zhang Yiming with his arm, and reminded with a smile: "People are girls, don't poke her!"

It's okay not to say this, as soon as he said this, the little demon's face immediately turned red, and he said: "Less, less verbose, hurry up and go to the courtyard to gather for the next training." ”

The next training is actual combat sparring, two by two, each person has to play two. The two people next to them were Tang Yurou and Huayu, and Wang Ge asked them to listen to the class, maybe they could get some inspiration.

"Who fights with whom first?" or will I appoint?" asked the little demon as he glanced at the three of them.

"It doesn't matter, you'll decide. Wang Ge proposed.

The other two also had no opinion, and nodded in agreement with Wang Ge's idea.

"Then ......" the little demon thought for a while, pointed at Zhang Yiming and Wang Ge and said, "Then you two!"

"Wait a minute, you two will fight each other with all your might, and I'm going to collect data on all aspects of you. ”

"Remember, when I tell you to stop, you must stop attacking immediately, you know if you don't!"

The two of them nodded in unison and came to the center of the open-air courtyard. There is a white line in the middle of the courtyard that divides the square courtyard into two equal halves. The two stood on each side, facing each other, and after saluting each other, they began to report their ranks.

"Wang Ge, D-level, spiritual power level 7. ”

"Zhang Yiming, grade B, 17th layer of spiritual power. ”

Self-reporting the mental power level is a rule during the regular competition, so that the audience can have a general understanding of the strength level of both sides of the game, and there is no need to do so in real battles.

"Sister Yurou, do you think my brother can beat Zhang Yiming, their mental strength is 10 layers behind!" Hua Yu was a little worried, and asked Tang Yurou beside her.

Tang Yurou's face was calm, and she responded: "Don't worry, your brother has fought against god-level masters, and he won't lose easily." ”

The little demon nodded in agreement with Tang Yurou's point of view: "The level of mental power is one thing, and the combat skills are another, Wang Ge's ability to adapt to changes is relatively strong, and his skills are also relatively powerful, I don't dare to determine who wins and who loses." ”

"Let's get started!"

The little demon used the ballpoint pen in his hand as the referee's flag, waved it down, and announced the start of the game.

Before the start of the competition, she added the rules, requiring the two of them to say the name and level of the skill out loud before making a move, so that she could keep a record.

The hand holding the pen trembled slightly, her eyes were firmly fixed on the two people in front of her, and to be honest, she was full of expectations for this competition.

"E-rank ability, Snake Hand!proficiency 2, consumes 3 stacks of psychic power per use. ”

According to the master's requirements, before making a move, Zhang Yiming explained his skills in detail like reporting the name of the dish.

Bang, the little demon quickly recorded on the form. The corner of her mouth inadvertently showed a smile, and she could see that this snake hand was a small skill, which was used by Zhang Yiming to test Wang Ge.

The Excel sheet recorded: Zhang Yiming, mental power -3, 14 remaining.

"Wait a minute, what is proficiency?" Wang Ge raised his hand to ask for a pause.

"Pause!" The little demon agreed to Wang Ge's request, and patiently explained: "Proficiency refers to the proficiency of skills, theoretically the more skills are used, the deeper the understanding of skills, and the higher the skill proficiency." ”

"As your proficiency increases, the less mental power you consume with each move. ”

"For example, Zhang Yiming's E-level ability, Snake Hand, has a proficiency level of 0 when he first uses this skill, and it needs to consume 5 stacks of mental power. As he continues to practice the skill of Shenwu, now that his proficiency has increased to 2, then the mental power consumed by his move is 5 minus 2, and only 3 layers of spiritual power are needed. ”

"I see. The example given by the little demon was explained in simple terms, and Wang Ge understood it in an instant. After thinking for a moment, he asked again: "So is the proficiency more affected by the number of uses, or is the depth of comprehension more?"

"Stupid people practice more and rely on their bodies to comprehend, while smart people think more and rely on their brains to comprehend. Whether it is diligent study and hard practice, or hard thinking and meditation, depends on the level of personal intelligence. ”

"If you say, I suggest finding a quiet place and using meditation to meditate on the skills, which is more efficient than studying hard. ”

At the end of the words, the little demon gave Wang Ge a small advice for cultivation, which was considered to be extra careful.

"What about me?" asked Zhang Yiming, pointing to himself.

The corner of the little demon's eyes raised slightly, glanced at him, and asked, "Did you graduate from high school?"

"No, no. Zhang Yiming's old face turned red, he instantly understood what the little demon meant, and said helplessly: "My brain is not as good as others, I better study and practice hard." ”

"Do you still have questions?" the little demon asked Xiang Wang Ge.

"Nope. ”

"Let's go on!"

"Snake hand!" Zhang Yiming made another move, and when he was about a meter and a half away from Wang Ge, he swung his fist at Wang Ge.

Wang Ge has seen this trick a few times, and knows that Zhang Yiming's snake hand can be stretched out. Not daring to be careless, he hurriedly jumped back and opened the distance between him and Zhang Yiming.

The sense of precaution is quite strong, Zhang Yiming chuckled at the corner of his mouth, admiring Wang Ge's cautious combat style.

However, you think I won't be able to hit you if you keep a distance?

While Wang Ge retreated, Zhang Yiming approached step by step, quickly ran forward a few steps, and once again pulled the distance between him and Wang Ge.

At this time, the two sides were less than a meter apart, within the range of Zhang Yiming's snake hand's attack.

I saw that Zhang Yiming's arm suddenly became as soft as a snake and boneless, rapidly extending and elongating. In the blink of an eye, the fist arrived in front of Wang Ge's eyes!

Visually measured the length of Zhang Yiming's arm, "Bang lala", the little demon quickly wrote on the form: "Snake hand, the attack distance is about 100cm." ”

This extra-long punch really gave Wang Ge a big surprise, if it weren't for Zhang Yiming's movements being slowed down by 800 times under dynamic vision, he might not be able to dodge this punch.

After calculating the trajectory of Zhang Yiming's punch in his mind, Wang Ge's mind was crooked, and he seemed to dodge this punch dangerously and dangerously, and the snake hand flew over with Wang Ge's earlobe.

Didn't hit.

Do you think this is the end? Zhang Yiming was not discouraged by the missed punch, he still had a back move.

In the snake hand state, his hand is boneless and can be bent.

The fist that had already reached the back of Wang Ge's head suddenly turned a U-shaped bend, killed a horse pistol, and hit Wang Ge on the back of the head.

At the same time, Zhang Yiming's fist also underwent a mutation, turning into a snake head with a bloody mouth. The mouth of the snake opened very wide, and it seemed that it could swallow Wang Ge's head in one bite.

"Brother, be careful behind!" Huayu couldn't help but remind him.

"During the competition, it is forbidden to remind!" The little demon tiger glanced at Huayu and straightened out his discipline.

Knowing that she was wrong, Huayu hurriedly covered her mouth and signaled that the little demon would not be reminding her.

In response to the reminder of Huayu, Wang Ge hurriedly turned his head to look, and his face turned white in an instant.

A huge snake head bit at him with its bloody mouth wide open, and the two sharp teeth were dripping with saliva, as sharp as two daggers, shining with cold light.

It is said that you will not be poisoned if you are bitten, but you will definitely be bitten off a large piece of meat.

At this time, Wang Ge had two choices.

Option one, use Tai Chi to stagger Zhang Yiming's snake hand, and use the force to launch a counterattack.

But this may not work, Taijiquan pays attention to overcoming rigidity with softness, but Zhang Yiming's snake hand belongs to a kind of soft boxing, which may not be able to resist.

And compared to flexibility, Zhang Yiming's snake hand seems to be superior, after all, people's fists can be bent!

Obviously, with Tai Chi against the snake attacker, the odds are not great.

There is only two options left, Inch Fist! Learn from Zhang Yiming's father, the Snake God's Inch Fist.