The reason why Tang En thought this way was that he had an in-depth understanding of Huaguo martial arts.

A country's intelligence agency is definitely at the forefront of the world.

Compared with He Xiaotian's cousin personally, I don't know how many times it has been.

According to the above information, the descriptions of Huaguo martial arts are exaggerated.

The explosive power of the original bullet can be written with one palm.

At first, Don didn't know what the original bullet was.

But after watching the video, he fell silent.

Not only that, but its growth cycle is very slow.

Internal force, Tang En believes that it exists, after all, he can cultivate qi and blood.

It's just that I have to practice for ten or eight years at every turn, which is really disappointing.

This is also the result of having a certain talent for martial arts and learning from an early age.

Otherwise, in ten or eight years, we may not be able to defeat an evil cult.

Those who leave home halfway are even more miserable.

Maybe for more than ten years, nothing has been accomplished.

So he believes that the ultimate winner will definitely be himself.

As long as the more than 150 students under his command are willing to exercise hard, plus adequate nutrition.

Even if the qualifications are low, in half a year, you can reach the point of a product.

On the other hand, He Xiaotian's group, is half a year enough for them to meditate?

That's choking!

When the time comes, the big muscle bully who loses will be angry and carry a hammer to beat him, and it is not impossible.

He Xiaotian, who left, didn't know that Tang En's heart was so dramatic.

Otherwise, he would laugh out loud, how could he have promised Roger if he didn't have an experience system?

For the players who are hanging out, Tang En's weaknesses in Huaguo's martial arts are all self-defeating.

He only needed to practice desperately and squeeze the physical strength of the fifty registered disciples.

After being strengthened, the "Dharma Yijin Twelve Styles", which was promoted to the top, is not so simple.

"Don't cut! Don't cut! I'll get up now, I'll get up now!! ”

The playground where He Xiaotian is located can sound such a miserable howl every day.

There is no need to think about it, it must be Feng Yu and the trickster, wielding his ghost head knife and eight-sided Han sword to scare people.

As for the credit man?

Don't make a fuss, the big golden kitchen knife in his hand.

The fifty named disciples burst into laughter just by glancing at them.

It's so weird!

Look at what people have in their hands, and then look at yours.

The man on credit was extremely frustrated by the countless contemptuous glances from others, and hid in the corner to draw circles when he had nothing to do.

Who to bet on?

Needless to say!

These screams and hilarious laughter were heard by the academy of the Don group next door, and they were very happy.

Made's other group of academies are about to be driven crazy by that big muscle bully, right?

Fortunately, he and the others didn't choose him (ran over).

This went on for a week.

A new day.

He Xiaotian posed the third form of Wei Shen's pestle, and explained in his mouth: "The two palms are raised separately, until the arms are in a U-shape, the elbows are slightly bent, the palms are facing up, and the best efforts are raised. At the same time, the teeth are gritted, the tongue is against the palate, and the air cloth is on the chest. After the formula is set, stand still for one hour. ”

Immediately after, the sound of thick breathing sounded.

The fifty registered disciples trembled.

They endured seven inhumane days.

I get up early every morning and start practicing the "Twelve Styles of Dharma Yijin".

It is not until ten o'clock after dark that you can rest.

At this moment, they especially want to say something.

"Have you ever seen the streets of the magic capital at four o'clock in the morning?"

And these people also discovered the mystery of posture and breathing.

There is only posture, no breathing, and physical exertion is very common.

In the same way, there is only breathing, no posture, and no physical exertion.

But when the two are combined, terror comes.

The physical strength is like a rushing river, and it gushes out in an instant.

The longer you hold on, the greater this consumption becomes.

Especially when they need to withstand the scorching sun, that kind of sourness is not enough for outsiders.

However, some people actually found themselves in the devil's training, not only did they not get sick and left with dark wounds.

On the contrary, the body is getting stronger and stronger, and the muscles of the arms, abdomen, and thighs gradually bulge.

And the spirit is more exuberant than ever.

It seems to have inexhaustible power.

Of course, it is except for the time of practicing the "Twelve Styles of Dharma Yijin".

This kind of visible strengthening makes them like knocking Xuanmai, and they can't stand up at all.

Although he should usually nag, complain, and everything is business as usual, no one complains about He Xiaotian's rudeness and cruelty.

Because everyone understands that this kind of martial arts is definitely a secret.

But Master, his old man, took it out directly.

What kind of spirit is this?

This is selfless dedication!

The male disciples were ecstatic one by one, and the female disciples were crying.

They looked at the bulging muscles, and they didn't know how to speak.

Is it possible to only find a senior brother or a junior brother?

It's just that when she thinks of the two muscle sticks making a villain on the bed, the female disciple can't help retching.

The picture is so beautiful that I can't even think about it.

If you make a small muscle stick, wouldn't it be a muscle stick for all three of you?

"Vomit ......"

He Xiaotian looked confused about the female disciple who sometimes suddenly retched.

How can you practice martial arts and still vomit?

At noon, a truck drove in from outside the medical university and stopped in front of He Xiaotian's playground.

A group of disciples who are constantly cultivating the three styles of Wei Tuo's pestle are very curious.

It's a pity that I didn't dare to stop moving, so I could only stand honestly in place, not daring to slack off.

Because there were three assistant teachers with weapons in the back, staring at them.

These people are always looking for an opportunity to cut people, but they can't give them a grip.

He Xiaotian's three-meter huge physique, opened the door of the box and single-handedly took out a bronze tripod.

“？？？”

“！！！”

Named disciples, no matter how many times they have seen He Xiaotian's infinite power, they will not be able to stop sighing.

Beasts!!

The copper tripod looks like it is at least a few thousand pounds, and what the hell are you carrying a little chicken?

"This is for the teacher to reward you, specially looking for scavengers to customize them."

If it was usual, these people would have been shouting and discussing with each other.

But the playground was still silent, only scenes of sweating and rain.

He Xiaotian nodded with great satisfaction and continued.

"Just practicing the "Twelve Styles of Dharma Yijin" every day, you are very boring, right? Now, Master, have mercy on you. Combined with your recent performances, I'm very satisfied. So I'm going to teach you a few killer moves to relieve the boring training. ”

“？！”

Everyone suddenly showed a message on their faces.

Even though I can feel my progress every day, I practice the same posture every day for up to eighteen hours.

Anyone will get tired and start to get irritable.

Now that I can practice killing moves, it's strange not to be excited.

You must know that Master is a bit of a fucked person in normal times, and he is both cruel and ruthless.

But the martial arts in the hand are all first-class!!