Three or four days of hard work requires the consumption of 20 causal points to maintain proficiency, so if you calculate it, it will only take 5 or 6 causal points a day.

Of course, if this account is calculated in the long run, it is also a large expense. In a year, it takes almost 2,000 causal points.

This is still only the case of Wing Chun, if there are a few more skills, it will be more than that.

And if the skill is leveled up again, then the cause and effect points that need to be consumed will definitely be more.

If you calculate it this way, the cost of skill maintenance is really not an ordinary fee causal point.

Of course, Zhuge Yun doesn't necessarily have to use cause and effect points to maintain the proficiency of skills, he can also spend his energy to maintain them.

It's just that with the improvement of skill levels and the increasing number of skills mastered, it is a matter of two to say whether Zhuge Yun can have such time and energy.

"By the way, the machine spirit, if I increase the proficiency of the skill to a higher level than before, will the cause and effect points required to be consumed when using cause and effect points to upgrade this skill also be reduced accordingly?" Suddenly, Zhuge Yun thought of another question and hurriedly asked the machine spirit.

"Yes, host. The machine spirit replied dryly.

Nodding thoughtfully, Zhuge Yun further figured out the situation.

Looking up at the plaque called Zhengyang Wing Chun Guoshu Gym, Zhuge Yun, who had long planned to go to the Wing Chun gym and see the thunderous wooden stake, immediately strode over after sorting out all the problems.

Just now, Zhuge Yun didn't confirm with the machine spirit that he consumed the causal points to restore his proficiency in Wing Chun, and he also had the intention of making up for his proficiency in this Wing Chun gym.

Otherwise, Zhuge Yun would have thousands of causal points, and of course he would not lack the 20 causal points.

came to the floor where the Wing Chun Boxing Gym was located, and before Zhuge Yun entered the door, he had already heard the sound of "popping" from time to time.

After looking at the unpretentious gate, Zhuge Yun was not polite, and walked inside with his feet.

After entering the door, there is a hall of two or three hundred square meters. A row of wooden stakes are neatly placed on the sides, the front half is an open space with a solid wood floor, and the innermost part is a ring several meters square.

"Pretty boy, do you want to learn boxing?"

As soon as Zhuge Yun looked at this boxing gym, a crisp voice sounded in his ears.

Turning his head to follow the voice, he saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl standing beside him.

"No, I just wanted to ask, can I borrow your equipment to practice? Zhuge Yun looked at the watery girl and asked.

"Borrow equipment to practice?" was stunned for a moment, the girl really had never met such a need.

"Well, if it really doesn't work, forget it. Zhuge Yun felt that what he said was also a bit out of place.

He thought about whether to wait and ask the machine spirit how long his proficiency would drop, and when he bought a house and bought a wooden stake on the Internet, he would be able to practice it himself.

"No, no, I was a little confused just now, of course it's no problem to borrow equipment, if you don't have money, you don't need it, you just go to practice, if you feel interested in Wing Chun, you can also consider signing up for our courses here." The girl waved her hand and said.

Obviously, she didn't take Zhuge Yun's sentence of 'borrowing equipment to practice' seriously, she just thought he wanted to see the Wing Chun gym.

"Thank you so much. Zhuge Yun didn't explain too much, and after being polite, he went straight to the wooden stake on the side.

patted the wooden stakes that had already lost some paint, although the condition was not very good, but this was made of real wood.

Although this was Zhuge Yun's first contact with wooden stakes, he didn't know if it was affected by skill proficiency, and he always felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.

Bang, bang, bang! After a few punches, Zhuge Yun had already practiced against the wooden stake unconsciously.

The girl didn't go far after talking to Zhuge Yun, and when she watched the other students practice not far away, she also glanced at Zhuge Yun from time to time.

Noticing that Zhuge Yun actually practiced the pile gong in a good way, the girl couldn't help but take a few more looks. I didn't expect Zhuge Yun to really have a bit of kung fu in his hands.

As Zhuge Yun gradually entered the state, the speed and strength of his punches slowly increased.

The collision between the fist and the stake caused it to erupt into an even more exaggerated sound. The 'thump' sounded more and more dense, like a drum.

Seeing the wooden pile shaking under Zhuge Yun's ****-like fist, the girl was stunned for a while.

At first, she thought that Zhuge Yun only had a little bit of effort, but now it seems that this is not only so simple! Looking at Zhuge Yun's skill, I am afraid that she will not be able to do it without ten or eight years of hard practice.

Slowly, several students who were originally working hard under the wooden stake were also attracted by Zhuge Yun's movements.

Simply, the entire Wing Chun martial arts hall couldn't help but look at Zhuge Yun's 'performance'.

"This kid is quite a bit of a second, why haven't I seen him before? Is this a newly recruited student?"

"It's not just as simple as having two clicks, I think this little brother's kung fu is no worse than Master Chen. You can't be a student, right? Could it be that you are applying for a boxer? But this seems to be a bit young, right?" commented another student who had studied Wing Chun for a year or two.

"No, isn't it? Even if Master Chen's strength is not as good as that of the hall master, he is also an old boxer with more than ten years of kung fu, and he has won a lot of awards for the martial arts hall before! Isn't it a bit of a way to exalt that kid by comparing him to Master Chen?" someone interjected again.

They have two martial artists in the Zhengyang Martial Arts Pavilion, the most powerful is naturally Zhou Zhengyang, the director of the Martial Arts Pavilion, and the other is the junior brother of the curator, Master Chen Ming.

Several martial arts hall students commented on themselves, and Zhuge Yun had no idea.

Now he is fully immersed in the world of Wing Chun. Zhuge Yun, who poured his fist strength into the wooden stump, didn't mention how happy he was at the moment.

"Little junior sister, what is the origin of that kid?" The few students who had not discussed the result quickly turned to the girl to ask.

Some of them noticed that it was Zhuge Yun who was received by the little junior sister at the beginning.

"I don't know either!" he said he had come to borrow the equipment. At first, I thought it was just a fan of Wing Chun who wanted to see it, but who would have thought that it would be such a master. The girl spat out her pink tongue and said......