In Wang Hao's view, Liang Kuan is underestimating himself. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Others can hold on for an hour, why can't they themselves, although others may be martial artists who have been trained for a while, but they can't lower so many requirements for themselves.

said that it was half an hour, Wang Hao could accept it, but now it's good, the senior brother actually directly changed his task to twenty minutes, which is a bit too much to look down on himself, you must know that you persevered for more than forty minutes yesterday.

"That, cough cough, actually, yes, actually, your current Zama is just a warm-up, and you have to practice boxing, you can't even have the strength to practice boxing later, you have to take it step by step."

Liang Kuan wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his face, and then explained.

He was embarrassed to tell Wang Hao, in fact, even if he was himself, the daily Zama time was only half an hour, and then he was practicing boxing for half an hour.

Glancing at Senior Brother with suspicious eyes, Wang Hao thought for a while before he nodded in understanding.

Two hours later, there were two figures in the courtyard.

One sat on the side drinking tea, while the other, like a dead dog, lay on the ground, only the sound of non-stop exhalation.

"Senior brother, I think about it, in fact, what you said before is right, if you want to succeed, it is better to exercise more, so let's go back to an hour tomorrow." The tea drinker spoke as if he had made a decision.

"Senior brother, as the saying goes, you have to eat slowly, and you have to walk slowly, right, so I think tomorrow will be as it is now, which is good." The man on the ground kept panting, and when he heard what the senior brother said, he coughed a few times before he spoke.

Hearing this, Liang Kuan's face smiled a little treacherously, making you kid think that cultivation is so simple, now you know that it is not easy, but this face is just a flash, and then he took out the appearance of a senior brother.

"Don't sleep on the ground, meditate on the spot, inhale and exhale steadily, rest for ten minutes, and continue to box."

"Yes, big brother!" Wang Hao, who was full of wanting to be lazy before, heard that there was a task next, and directly said that he understood, and his face became much more serious.

Three days later, Bao Zhilin.

"Yes, Ah Kuan has taught very well in the past few days, from today on, you are my introductory disciple of Huang Feihong, and you are also the fifth generation disciple of the Huang family, remember, this is my ancestral rule of Bao Zhilin, and those who violate it will be expelled from the division!"

In the hall originally used for diagnosis, an ancestral hall was simply erected, and now, Wang Hao is kneeling in the middle, and Huang Feihong is sitting on it, carrying out the apprenticeship ceremony.

Wang Hao took the family rules in the master's hand, kowtowed three heads, and then served tea, a one-stop process On the first day, Liang Kuan, the senior brother, told him, and everything was carried out in an orderly manner.

Until the end, Huang Feihong said a word to the people who came to congratulate, and it was over.

Fortunately, the current speech is not like the past, otherwise, Wang Hao is still worried about whether this passage will last for an hour or two.

From now on, some martial arts halls and medical halls in GD will know that Huang Feihong has accepted a new apprentice named Wang Hao!

There are also many people who came to watch the apprenticeship ceremony, Wang Hao is very strange to see as a doctor, this person is not young, and it is not suitable to study medicine from scratch at all, is it possible to apprentice halfway? But healers, few people would accept such a big apprentice.

And those martial arts halls suspect that Wang Hao is really a doctor, although they are not as strong as Huang Feihong's martial arts, the people who may open the martial arts hall are all good hands.

It can be seen at a glance that Wang Hao has no martial arts foundation at all, he is just a beginner, how can such a person worship Huang Feihong as a teacher.

Looking at Ya Mo Su and Liang Kuan on the side, the two shook their heads, it seems that this Huang Feihong is not as good as one of the disciples, and none of them can handle it.

After the apprenticeship ceremony was over, after everyone stayed and finished eating, only the people of Bao Zhilin remained, and those outer disciples who went home to visit their relatives basically came back, knowing that Wang Hao was a newly accepted true disciple, and they all deliberately became acquainted with each other.

A mouthful of 'Senior Brother Wang', Wang Hao's heart is called a comfort.

In Bao Zhilin, it is impossible for the outer disciples to get the true transmission, unless there is a great progress in the way of practicing martial arts, so that Huang Feihong nods, otherwise, after all, it is to learn some ordinary martial arts.

Therefore, true disciples like Wang Hao have a lot of weight, although these outer disciples started early, they still don't have a high status as Wang Hao, so they naturally have to call their senior brother respectfully.

Although Wang Hao has no martial arts on his face, in their opinion, learning from Huang Feihong will sooner or later become a hegemon, and at the very least, he is also a good player in the rivers and lakes.

If there is any difficulty in finding the other party in the future because of this sentence, there will still be a face. Of course, there will be no reluctance.

Huang Feihong does not blame such a thing, people who practice martial arts are fighting for a breath, and he is no exception.

"You have been away from Bao Zhilin for three days, and I am afraid that you don't have the heart to practice every day, now, demonstrate them all, let me see your level." At noon, Huang Feihong gave an order to these disciples outside to practice martial arts in front of him.

Wang Hao stood behind him and didn't speak, but he had already guessed something in his heart, and now, it was Huang Feihong who showed himself the gap between himself and these disciples.

One by one, everyone demonstrated their own martial arts, some are boxing, some are legs, tigers are mighty, and some are presentable.

Wang Hao could see at a glance that these punches and kicks were all some basic paths, not much different from his own practice, and the only difference was probably the momentum and strength of the fight.

Secretly compared, the strength of these people is probably more than twice as much as themselves, that is to say, just the power of one punch can knock themselves down, plus these martial arts paths, there can be opponents, and it is not a problem to beat yourself three.

These people are definitely good hands in modern times, and they can be very promising as security guards, of course, Wang Hao doesn't plan to learn like this, and return to the real world to be a security guard, which is too goalless.

"It seems that we still have to continue to work hard, and we must lay a solid foundation!" Wang Hao stood beside Huang Feihong, his hands clenched tightly, and he set a small goal for himself in his heart.

He doesn't know anything, he wants to learn those advanced martial arts as soon as he comes up, and after worshipping Huang Feihong, he thinks about Foshan Shadowless Feet, if you want to learn, you also have to have that capital, you are not familiar with the basic boxing techniques, and you can't learn Mahayana in advanced martial arts.

Wang Hao still remembers that when he was coding words in the real world, he would often read some other novels to find inspiration, and for some of the books written, he would learn what internal skills he would learn as soon as he came up, and then he was invincible in the world, and he really spat on it.