Click—

After Zhao Zhong returned to the training room and locked the door, he glanced at the watermelon in his arms, came to the dummy, opened the boxing scripture, and bent his arm to hold it on his shoulders according to the appearance of the villain inside.

"In the boxing scriptures, it is said that you should hold an arc.." He muttered about the image and adjusted it to the shadow of the glass in the training room, trying to make it exactly like the picture.

And after a few adjustments, in addition to holding the watermelon tightly with his right hand and making it into an arc, he also half-squatted, advanced with his right foot, and followed his heel with his left foot, maintaining the appearance of holding the watermelon with one hand, and constantly jumping left and right continuously, just like a walking honest bear.

This is what a "walking black bear" looks like in the atlas.

But in the process of such continuous walking, after ten minutes or so, Zhao Zhong felt a little soreness in his arms and waist.

He couldn't help but glance at the screen of the mobile phone on the table, and at the same time saw that the sleep time of the cells was increasing, and it had increased to nearly thirty times in a short time.

"It's working.."

Zhao Zhong's heart was hot, so he endured the soreness in his hands and waist, and maintained this left and right progressive movement, and did not stop.

Because he knew that his cells had been activated by the taking of the Vitality Pill and the liquid medicine, the cell memory had far surpassed that of ordinary people, and it was easy to record the action of "intentional exercise".

To put it simply, his current qualification is that of a martial arts wizard, he learns everything quickly, and after getting started, it is easy to form muscle memory.

Just like the previous dragon form, he has only practiced for less than ten days, although he has not learned any deep meaning, but he has also learned part of the style, and he has a good hand with people, especially under his strong physique, those who do not know how to do it think that he has been practicing "martial arts" for many years.

"In the state of sour and numbness, it is easy to stimulate the cells and form subconscious movements, just like the force of this 'arc'."

Zhao Zhong's mind turned, and after taking out a piece of medicinal food with his free left hand and eating it, he sank down and held the watermelon in the training room, circling back and forth, like a simple and lovely black bear.

Step, step—

Some heavy footsteps echoed through the training room.

Just as Zhao Zhong was walking around the training room again and again, and I don't know how long time passed, he was indulging in a feeling that his arm was "round", and after a few "clicks", there was a knock on the door outside the training room.

"Off work?"

After Zhao Zhong heard the knock on the door, he looked at the clock in the training room and found that the time had reached seven o'clock in the evening, and similarly, it was already dark outside.

It turned out that in the process of practicing the bear form, he had unknowingly spent two hours, and he was hungry from the practice.

"Brother Zhong, it's time to eat.."

There were also a few weak shouts outside.

As soon as Zhao Zhong heard this, he put down the watermelon in his arms, and there was no anger that anyone else interrupted his epiphany. Because practicing martial arts is to persevere, let the human body form muscle memory, and exert strength.

It's not that after an epiphany, you can become a master in an instant, that is a book from heaven, and it is also a feudal superstition.

"I've been practicing all afternoon today, and I've figured out the feeling of "circle". The rest is to practice again according to the book, and then ponder, and change to holding the watermelon in both hands.."

When Zhao Zhong gestured with his two hands, he still wanted to practice again.

But when he looked up and saw the poor police officer outside the door, he thought that his martial arts training ground was built with the help of his own people, and he also promised to eat, and he was sure that there was no way to shirk this matter.

"I can't do it, if I say it myself, I will definitely do it." After Zhao Zhong reluctantly put down the watermelon, he didn't wear a police uniform jacket, and directly opened the door of the training room, and led the cheering police officers down the building of the police station.

Coincidentally, "Didi" sounded twice, and Chen Yongren seemed to have been waiting outside the police station for a long time.

"Brother Zhong, where are you going to eat?" After he saw Zhao Zhong come out, he got out of the car, walked to the absent-minded Zhao Zhong and asked, "If it's not far, let's walk, right?" ”

"Okay."

Zhao Zhong nodded, holding that he had time to practice martial arts, and that he had time to finish eating early and finish early, so he casually pointed to a restaurant on the street and said, "Just the one in front."

"Zhouji Restaurant? I remember the food there was good. When the officers heard this, they glanced at the restaurant and didn't think much about it, anyway, for them, as long as they were invited to dinner, they could go anywhere to eat.

But Zhao Zhong said, as if he thought of something again, and said to Chen Yongren, who was about to take a few steps ahead and go to the hotel to make a reservation: "Yongren, you go and buy a watermelon for me, I want it to be complete."

Zhao Zhong gestured with his hand, "It's so big." Also, buy two more balls. After buying it, put it in the training room first. ”

"Done."

After Chen Yongren heard it, he didn't ask much, and left in the lead, wanting to finish everything while the restaurant was serving.

And after Zhao Zhong saw Chen Yongren's figure of running away, he began to ponder the practice method of wrapping his hands around again.

It's the same as hugging with one hand, but it's a little harder, it's not easy to keep balance, and it's easy for a watermelon to fall to the ground.

"Wrapping one-handed arms is a single-minded one-heartedness, with the weight on one shoulder. But with both hands around, it's two hands.."

After Zhao Zhong thought of this, he felt that he should have asked Chen Yongren to buy a football just now.

Because this thing is not easy to deform after flushing, and compared with watermelon, it can't be broken, and it can be kicked with your feet.

The only drawback is that you can't eat it after practicing.

"The bear-shaped force is the waist across the shoulder, and the three force together. If you want to straighten out this relationship, you must first be able to hold a circle.."

Zhao Zhong combined what he had gained in the afternoon with the power skills in the Boxing Sutra, and went to the hotel in such a state of comparison in his heart.

During this period, he also spent this meal in the middle of thinking about problems, and occasionally raised his arm to gestur, which made the police officers next to him very curious, but they didn't bother after seeing it, just ate with peace of mind.

Even when Chen Yongren came back from finishing his errands, when he saw Zhao Zhong's appearance and asked what he said, Zhao Zhong was asymmetrical, or nodded subconsciously.

It looked like Zhao Zhong had already practiced martial arts and entered the demon.

And his state has lasted for nearly a month.

This month period.

A few days ago, when Zhao Zhong tried to wrap his hands in the training room, anyone looking for him, or any trivial matters, he asked Zheng Xiaofeng and Chen Yongren to deal with them.

Over time, the police officers stopped looking for him, knowing that their brother Zhong was probably practicing some advanced "martial arts".

"It's like the killing technique of that day.."

In the office on Lingyun Street, Chen Yongren spoke to Zheng Xiaofeng and told him everything he saw and heard in the nightclub that day.

provoked Zheng Xiaofeng's eyes to glow, and he admired it even more.

But except for Zheng Xiaofeng, Chen Yongren has not spoken to others. Because Zhao Zhong told him that Zheng Xiaofeng was his own person...