Time is like an arrow, gradually passing.

Since Ning Mo left to live in the building opposite Han Dong's house, Han Dong has been like a huge machine running rapidly, going all out, tirelessly, and unwilling to enjoy the slightest rest.

Even if you are tired and exhausted, when you are resting, you still observe the technique of falling in a violent rain.

Going around and around, Han Dong seemed to have returned to the days before the college entrance examination, and there were no other distractions in his mind except for practicing martial arts.

Classmates get together and refuse.

Go out with your parents for leisure, occasionally two or three times.

Even after returning home from martial arts, he still continued to practice pile gong.

When he concentrates on it, when perseverance and perseverance are established, when there are no more distractions in his heart, and when he is not bothered by mundane things, Han Dong's martial arts progress also shows a terrible leap forward.

......

The first is the Tempest Fall Technique.

Originally, the degree to which one of the two punches could hit the meaning has turned into a success rate nine times out of ten, as long as Han Dong punches, he can basically hit the meaning.

Skillful skills have greatly increased Han Dong's strength.

If you encounter a first-grade Lian cloth again, I am afraid that it can be knocked over with one punch.

......

This is followed by the second grade.

The strength and qi and blood in his body gradually filled, making Han Dong feel that his body was full, and he had an illusion of being down-to-earth, and it was estimated that he was no longer far from the peak of the second grade.

As for the strength in the body, it has long been immeasurable.

Han Dong once went to the Honglu Martial Arts Pavilion, and with a little bit of internal strength, he had a terrifying huge force of nearly two thousand catties, and if he broke out with all his strength, it was difficult to guess.

......

Finally, there is the mind and concept.

Han Dong realized more and more that his current reliance was the power of martial arts.

If it weren't for the beginning of martial arts and Ning Moli as a master, he would not be qualified to add Gao Liangan's WeChat at all, and it would be impossible for Dong Ouhan to bother to help his father Han Wenzhi's business.

As for interpersonal communication, he doesn't have to worry about it.

As long as he is strong, he does not need to worry about how much he owes him, because he will eventually have extraordinary strength to match these things. Moreover, living in today's society, it is inevitable to communicate with others, and it is impossible to cut all relationships and live alone for the sake of martial arts.

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Late July, midsummer.

Chirp dregs.

In the early morning, the birds hovered over the green trees in the community, sometimes crying twice, announcing the arrival of dawn.

In the neat and orderly community, occasionally residents get up for morning exercises, or run around to live and work, and two or three cars start one after another and drive out of the community.

Han Dong's bedroom.

Whew.

Whew.

The slightly muffled wheezing sound, containing a strong and majestic force, is none other than Han Dong who maintains the complete version of the anode pile.

His eyes, black and white, are clearer and clearer than before, like a piece of polished jade, containing indestructible faith, compared with clear eyes, his face is dripping with sweat, obviously to the limit.

The anode pile has been practiced for too long, and Han Dong can't hold it.

Whew!

Han Dong let go of the pile gong and slowly exhaled a breath, as if it was a strong air current, his expression was tired, but his eyes were bright: "Nearly three hours of standing on the pile, the effect is good." Later, he will practice with Shizun first, and then go to the private collection with Wen Zheng. ”

Recently, his life has been relatively regular.

It is basically composed of three essential parts: familiarizing yourself with the use of techniques, finding gray air currents, and practicing the full version of the anode pile, which occupy all the time.

Smack.

Click.

Han Dong paced back and forth while moving his fists and feet to dredge slightly tense muscles and bones.

Between wandering, the legs are like flowing water, the qi and blood are flowing, and the power in the body is like a majestic boulder hidden under the earth, laying a strong foundation and containing terrifying strength.

The power in the body is like an endless source of life.

Fortunately, thanks to Ning Moli's tempering, otherwise it would be difficult for Han Dong to skillfully control such a terrifying body power.

Thousands of pounds of great strength, has been very human.

Three thousand huge forces are even more arrogant.

And today's strength level is at least more than 8,000 catties, and even 10,000 catties.

Han Dong's eyes flashed with thought: "Master has a saying, a product of condensation of qi, blood and strength, can barely be called a basic force, and when encountering demons and monsters, it also has the power of self-preservation." ”

"I'm a second-class person, but I'm better than a second-class product. ”

"No matter how condensed the force is, it can't stop me from slapping me. ”

This is not pride, but a belief in one's own strength, and there is also the amplification bonus of the Tempest Falling Technique, which must be far beyond the ordinary.

Ponder for a moment.

Han Dong looked at his palms, slowly clenched them, and his eyes bloomed with a clear essence: "Recently, in the face of the tempering of the master, I have been restrained, and now is the time to release my true strength." ”

"Martial arts world—"

"I should be eligible to be contacted. ”

......

In the morning.

The scorching summer sun hangs high above the blue sky, clear and cloudless, and the sun shines on the blazing heat.

The park on the banks of the Yuntong River is sparsely populated, with only birds and cicadas chirping, and in a secluded corner, surrounded by trees, there is a clearing in between.

Sizzle.

Ning Moli smoked a cigarette and narrowed his eyes.

Han Dong practiced as usual on the side, and was familiar with the technique of falling in a torrential rain, but unlike before, after he finished warming up, he looked at Shizun.

He is confident and determined in his strength.

Ordinary Erpin is not qualified to contact the martial arts world, but he is different, and when the strength in his body reaches an unimaginable level, it is logical to break the shackles of grade.

"Why, what's the matter. ”

Ning Moli raised his eyelids and asked lightly.

The corners of Han Dong's mouth outlined a smile, his arms stretched to the sides, and then rested in front of him in an overlapping posture, and his right foot took a step forward, and the lower plate was slightly curved, like an unstoppable mountain.

"Master. ”

His eyes were high-spirited: "The apprentice thinks that he is already qualified to contact the martial arts world, and he also asks the master to take the exam." ”

Sizzle.

Ning Moli took a puff of cigarette and drooped his eyelids: "Hehe, is it." As a teacher, I want to know who gave you confidence. ”

Han Donglang said: "Please respect the school." ”

"Interesting, interesting. Ning Mo pulled his wrinkled old face twice, raised his head indifferently, and did not see the slightest joy or anger: "Then let you strike first." Don't blame the teacher for not giving you a chance, if you lose, be prepared to stay in bed for half a month. ”

"Good!"

Han Dong let out a low snort, and his right leg began to tense, mobilizing all the strength in his body.

For this moment, he has been preparing for a long time, and the technique of falling the torrential rain that he is becoming more and more proficient in, coupled with the terrifying power in his body, is his reliance. Moreover, the technique of Torrential Rain Fall was more suitable for Han Dong than other techniques, allowing him to give full play to the strength in his body.

Boom!

Han Dong's right foot slammed into the dirt, his muscles flicked, and he exploded with unparalleled power, like an arrow from the string, and his mental momentum was concentrated a little, rushing towards Ning Moli.

At this moment, it is like a speeding car, rumbling to start.

Even the fallen leaves on the ground of the park were flying, and the spots of light that sprinkled the gaps in the fallen leaves shone on Han Dong, who looked like a cheetah, and the distance of twenty meters came in an instant.

"Hit!"

Han Dong let out a low snort, the power in his body erupted, and with the help of the torrential rain, he threw out a straight punch carrying acceleration, and the blue short sleeves that hit moved against the wind.

"Good momentum. ”

Ning Moli commented lightly.

The wrinkled old face was still indifferent, he took a sharp breath in his mouth, smoked out the cigarette, and then raised his thin arm upward, as if he was pounding, as if he was whipping singlely, and pumping Han Dong's straight punch.

Syllable!

With a soft thud, the punch went straight upward.

Han Dong's eyes crossed the essence, controlling the right fist that was thrown upward, the center of gravity was lifted and fell, and all the strength of his body was gathered on the right fist, and it smashed down violently and boundlessly.

Suddenly, Ning Mo rubbed forward with his left foot, and his right leg was like a dragon going out to sea, kicking Han Dong in the abdomen without mercy.

If it hits an ordinary person in the abdomen, he will be seriously injured if he does not die.

"Rain falls!"

Han Dong's physical strength is immense, and his qi and blood flow.

The right fist carried the sound of the whistling wind, the first to strike, making Han Dong seem to be a little shorter, and the strong right fist smashed into Ning Moli's foot, violently stopping the kick, and making Ning Moli's eyes flash a trace of surprise.

Han Dong didn't retreat!

In the past, whenever Ning Mo left his legs, Han Dong couldn't stop it at all, and he could only dodge.

Between the lightning and flint, Han Dong relied on the strength in his body to slap downward, and blasted out his fists with the power of rising, like a tiger descending from a mountain, his body leaned forward, and his center of gravity was placed on the front half of his body, converging on his fists.

Bang bang bang!

The endless fists seemed to be pouring rain.

The fists containing terrifying strength, full as raindrops, as fast as the wind, without the slightest hesitation and condensation, collided fiercely with Ning Moli's thin arms, and bombarded again and again.

Impenetrable, endless.

If ordinary people witnessed it, I am afraid they would not be able to see Han Dong's punch clearly.

"Whew!"

Han Dong breathed evenly, and hit more than 30 straight punches in one breath, his body fell backwards, his feet were rooted in the soil again, and his lower plate was as steady as a boulder.

"Good boy. ”

Ning Moli praised lightly, and his right foot wanted to be raised, so he stepped out.

But Han Dong inhaled violently, his legs suddenly sank to the dirt, and with the power of the bounce, with an unknown amount of strong force, he blasted out his left fist, blazing forward, and his right foot took advantage of the situation to lean towards Ning Moli.

Syllable!

Ning Mo slapped up from the palm of his hand, blocked Han Dong's left fist, and his shoulder also fell and moved, colliding with Han Dong.

Boom!

There was a loud and muffled bang.

It was like a speeding car colliding, and the huge force was violent, cracking Han Dong's short-sleeved shoulders - blue strips of cloth exploded one after another!

The collision of forces of this magnitude, even if Ning Moli has not yet used his true strength, is above the first grade, and the second grade cannot be stopped at all, but Han Dong is not an ordinary second grade, he just trembled, returned to normal, and fought close to him.

The torrential rain fell, and there was no fixed move.

Meaning is the only fundamental, and the specific tricks must be changed from time to time.

Han Dong's eyes became clearer and clearer, and his desire for the world of martial arts turned into fiery feelings, and his fists and feet whistled and roared, endlessly, ferociously and violently.

Left and right split punches, horizontal elbow strikes, smashed down push palms, and hit wildly.

Like a blue sky full of dark clouds, after all, a violent storm descended on the world, and the vastness was endless.

At this very moment.

Han Dong took out the gap and retreated temporarily, only half a step back, but he rendered a momentum of dark clouds that were recondensing, as if the black clouds of the real concept were crushing the city and wanted to destroy it, and there was only one blazing thought in his eyes - he tried his best to have no regrets!

Bang!

The power in the body was surging in an instant, like a gurgling stream flowing into a raging waterfall.

With an incomparably brutal force, as the foundation, supplemented by the torrential rain and the power of the bounce of the feet, the feet first exploded, and the dirty sneakers were exploded, and the sneakers that had just been worn for half a week were exploded, pouring upwards.

Then the legs, waist, and shoulders.

Along such a circle, Han Dong half-swooped forward, half-hit and half-leaned, his right arm was cross-elbowed, and he was in front of him, as if he had completed the acceleration of the vehicle, and with a bang, he arrived in front of Ning Moli.

"Master!"

"You also give me a half step back!"

Han Dong tried his best, no more distractions, and no more energy.

Normally, there is a huge gap between the strength condensation of the first and second grades, but Han Dong's internal strength is too strong, which makes up for the weakness of the dispersion of power.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang, echoing through the surrounding woods.

There were even a few yellowing leaves, which fell from the shock, swirling, and falling into the air.

Ning Moli's wrinkled old face was filled with consternation, and he repeatedly wanted to lift his right foot to step forward, but unconsciously, he had already taken half a step back.