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Instead, it would be a blow.

The blow was too heavy.

Because the gap between the professional level and the professional level is by no means something that can be expressed by quantitative data.

Fang Cheng didn't think about it so much, and heard the master's voice, "Ready, start." He stepped forward, and the "lightning flash" was launched!

He was by no means evasive.

Rather: Attack! Attack!

Facing a professional-level martial artist, Fang Cheng was extremely cautious, his muscles tensed and slammed on the floor, rushing towards Zhou Gang.

The voice was still echoing, and Fang Cheng rushed to Zhou Gang like thunder.

Seventeen hot styles!

Fang Cheng double-fisted combo, agility brings not only speed, but also attack frequency!

Pounce!

The fire flashed in the air, and it was already a professional-level mid-section of Fang Cheng, and the seventeenth style of the fire was a small success!

The momentum was shocking, but a trace of disappointment flashed imperceptibly in Zhou Gang's eyes, and the single whip shook, and Fang Cheng's offensive was resolved one by one in a few clicks.

He thought that the master's closed disciple was such a genius, and the professional level was inevitable.

Even the middle section wasn't enough to surprise him.

Being able to play beyond the stage and being able to exert 150% of his martial arts strength can make him feel recognized and willing.

If not, how can you be a close disciple of the master?

The little junior disciple named Fang Cheng in front of him is indeed the strength of the middle stage of the professional level, but in addition to being a little faster.

Where is there anything wrong with Fang Cheng?

In terms of moves, stiff and unnatural, unfamiliar and not mellow.

In terms of strength, the strength is scattered, and the momentum is majestic but sparse.

In terms of body method, it's barely a bit impressive, but it's too stupid to move and change the body!

His eyes were cold, and he looked at Fang Cheng, who was around him like a sandbag, and he struck the attack with one arm, and hit out with the other punch!

Zhou Gang just wanted to see if this little junior brother was hiding clumsy.

Is it really that unbearable?

"Sa!"

The wind was cold, the sound of explosions sounded, and Fang Cheng felt that his vision had slowed down.

Zhou Gang's punch is too strong!

How can I block it?

With a bang, Fang Cheng's legs exerted force, and he stepped back, and at the same time, his right fist was withdrawn, and his left and right fists struck three fast and short inches in a row.

Syllable.

Fang Cheng's body was shaken violently, the shelf suddenly scattered, and his body fell backwards!

Kindness?

Zhou Gang was stunned, he couldn't use two percent of his strength.

Poof, Fang Cheng couldn't control his center of gravity at all, and fell to the floor, his heart trembled fiercely, and he knew the horror of the professional level.

The strength is abundant, and it seems to be mixed with an inexplicable strength.

It's just a straight punch, but it's like a mammoth giant elephant kicking out with its legs!

He thought that the professional level was very close to him, but now he has come to his senses, and in the past half a year, he has attribute abilities, and he has been smooth sailing, all the way forward.

The cautiousness and prudence of stepping into the martial arts at the beginning have almost been forgotten!

Fang Cheng reflected, he wasn't worried that Zhou Gang would continue to attack, he was just talking. After thinking about it for a while, he deeply imprinted this blow in his heart.

A heart that gradually became arrogant and arrogant was severely shattered, leaving behind piety, self-confidence and not pride.

"I'm sorry, junior brother, are you okay?"

Zhou Gang reacted, frowned, and stepped forward to say a warm word.

"It's fine. Fang Cheng stood up and arched his hand towards Zhou Gang, he recognized the gap between himself and the professional level, but calmed down.

"Zhenguo, you go. ”

Old man Lu looked at the field indifferently and said lightly.

Qi Zhenguo hurriedly nodded yes and walked to the field. Zhou Gang also heard the master's words outside the court, and the other party nodded, retreated to the sidelines, and stood beside the master.

Zhou Gang knew that the master was not satisfied with his actions.

At this time, Qi Zhenguo in the field first exchanged a few words with Fang Cheng, and then his face turned straight and said, "Little junior brother, get ready, I will attack you from the front and side." ”

Fang Cheng was stunned for a moment, his eyes lit up, he adjusted his body and tensed his nerves, staring at Qi Zhenguo's movements.

Qi Zhenguo smiled secretly in his heart and attacked forward.

He has been operating in Linjiang City for nearly ten years, stepped into the business world, and has also been in contact with the political circles.

What Master just said is pointing.

What is pointing, to put it bluntly, is to learn, is to feed, is to teach.

Senior brother Zhou Gang relied on the fact that he was professional, so he put up a shelf, and only used one arm, and the last move was even more ruthless.

This stupid comparison!

Are you stunned to practice martial arts, and you have trained your heart to be stupid?

Master is to make you the Lord with the Lord.

It's good that you are self-centered, and you show off your majesty.

Qi Zhenguo sneered disdainfully in his heart, but the movements in his hands became more and more gentle and refined, he just needed to let Fang Cheng understand the characteristics of professional-level combat.

"Bang bang bang. ”

Qi Zhenguo slammed the sky cannon, his left hand followed, his two fists were blocked by Fang Cheng, his body was crooked, and his whip leg was pumped over.

Fang Cheng responded calmly, and wondered in his heart why Senior Brother Qi Zhenguo was not strong, but it was still very difficult for him to block it.

This is by no means a difference in strength.

It's the difference in quality, like a piece of plastic and steel colliding.

He endured the doubts in his heart, twisted his body, blocked the whip leg with his knees, and shifted his direction, and the two kept fighting.

For a while, the body was staggered, and Fang Cheng continued to move explosively in a short distance and in a small area.

Qi Zhenguo only used the strength and speed of the professional-level early stage.

"Whew. ”

The martial arts suit vibrated and made a hunting sound in the collision of great forces.

Looking at the two people who were glued on the field, Zhou Gang blinked his eyes and couldn't understand.

He couldn't understand what his brother was doing.

Playing it?

Fifteen minutes passed.

Fang Cheng snorted lightly, his body rotated half a degree, and with the help of centripetal force, his right fist slashed down from above!

Bang!

Fang Cheng's legs and trousers exploded, his strength burst out, and he jumped backwards.

Seeing that the little junior brother Fang Cheng had finished the battle, Qi Zhenguo also stopped his figure and looked at Fang Cheng with a smile.

It's exhausting.

It's so tiring.

The fierce battle lasted for nearly twenty minutes, during which there could be no mistakes, every punch and every kick must be burst out with all strength, and every move and every change of position must be cautious and careful.

Fang Cheng gasped, his hands on his legs, sweat dripping.

It turned out that his physical strength was not endless, and the fighting and fighting all the time ended in just a few minutes.

Fang Cheng's eyes became brighter and brighter.

The scary thing is not that there are shortcomings, but that there are omissions but you don't know it!

He looked at Qi Zhenguo, his eyes were full of gratitude, and he panted and smiled, "Thank you, senior brother." ”

It's a trick for him.

Qi Zhenguo waved his hand, his eyes were cordial: "Little junior brother, you can rest for a while." ”

Kindness.

Fang Cheng nodded, and the two of them walked towards Old Man Lu and stood still.

After resting for more than a minute, Fang Cheng felt relieved.

Seeing that Fang Cheng had eased up, Old Man Lu smiled and said, "Silly apprentice, do you know the strength of the professional level? Zhenguo is just warming up with you. ”

Fang Cheng was thoughtful, indeed, Senior Brother Qi Zhenguo's face was not red or breathless.

It didn't feel like it had been a high-intensity and long-term fight at all.

Hearing Old Man Lu's title, Qi Zhenguo's eyes turned, and his heart rolled, and he was even more sure of Fang Cheng's status in his master's heart.

He also became more and more proud of his approach.

Even if the little junior brother is average in strength and talent, with the master here, it is already worthy of his goodwill.

What's more, the strength of the professional-level mid-section is not amazing enough, but it is also good enough.