Ten days later, Qin Yan came to Qinghe High School, only to find that the doors of all classes in the entire third year of high school were locked, and there was no one inside.

"What's the situation?"

Just when Qin Yan was puzzled, the old man wearing reading glasses appeared in front of him.

"Young man, ten days ago, all the students in the third year of high school took the chartered plane of the principal Du Qinghe and went to the Donghuang Forest for closed training. It is said that it is to enhance the actual combat ability and cope with the upcoming college entrance examination. Didn't they inform you? ”

"This ......"

Qin Yan couldn't help but think of the voice of the head teacher, Teacher Li, when he asked the head teacher for leave ten days ago. The voice was filled with thick schadenfreude.

"No wonder the head teacher agreed to my leave so easily. It turned out that he had abandoned me. ”

For three years, the head teacher looked down on him. Unexpectedly, the formation of the Force still can't change the impression in the head teacher's heart.

From Qinghe High School to Donghuang Forest, it only takes a few hours by plane. The problem is that Qin Yan simply doesn't have the money to buy a plane ticket.

The hand played by the head teacher directly left Qin Yan here and became a loner.

At this moment, an indiscernible light flashed in the old man's cloudy old eyes. In a hoarse voice, he said with a smile:

"Young man, the training camp in the Eastern Emperor Forest has already begun, and you won't be able to learn much if you go now. If you believe me, why don't you let me teach you? ”

"You?"

Qin Yan raised his head and looked at the old man in surprise. The thin body, gray hair, and dry old hands seem to be blown away by a gust of wind.

This old man doesn't seem to be very reliable, right?

Seeing Qin Yan's expression, the old man smiled and said, "Of course I can't teach you anything." However, when I was cleaning, I saw the whole process of Du Qinghe teaching Guo Tianjun. If you want, I can tell you what Du Qinghe taught. ”

Hearing this, Qin Yan's heart moved.

The principal, Du Qinghe, is the only ninth-level martial artist in Qinghe City. Except for Guo Tianjun, he did not accept a single disciple. It can be imagined what kind of precious knowledge and martial arts Du Qinghe taught Guo Tianjun.

Thinking of this, Qin Yan agreed without hesitation. He didn't notice at all that this seemingly ordinary old man actually called the principal of Qinghe High School by his name.

Following the old man, Qin Yan walked to the classroom that he had cleaned. There was nothing in this classroom except for the metal box the size of a shoebox on the floor.

Here, is it reliable?

Qin Yan retreated in his heart and asked the old man, "Uncle, what kind of place is this?" ”

"It used to be my training room, but now it's in use. Don't call me an old man, young man. My surname is Tie, you can call me Iron Old Man. What is your name? ”

"My name is Qin Yan!"

The old man nodded slightly, opened the iron box with a pious expression, took out a pair of gloves from it, and handed it to Qin Yan.

"Qin Yan, put on these gloves, I'll teach you the three skills of the military department."

Three skills of the military department?

Qin Yan had long heard that the three skills of the military department were the essence of the fighting skills of the military department. In the entire Qinghe High School, only Du Qinghe has mastered the three skills of the military department and has the teaching qualification of the three skills of the military department. As the principal, Du Qinghe would not teach this kind of fighting technique at will.

Not to mention a civilian like Qin Yan, even a top student in Class 1 of the third year of high school, may not be able to learn the three skills of the military department.

Qin Yan was overjoyed in his heart, hurriedly put his gloves on his hands, and quietly looked at the old man Tie, waiting for his professor.

The old man's face suddenly became solemn.

"The three major forces of the human race against the demons are the royal family, the military department, and the Mecha Division Association. The royal family cultivates elites, and the military department cultivates warriors. The martial arts of the military department are the most basic and the most suitable for martial artists to cultivate. The three skills of the military department are the foundation of all the martial arts of the military department. ”

"The three skills of the military department, namely instantaneous step, dodge and banging, correspond to control, endurance and explosiveness respectively. And control, persistence and explosion are the basic abilities of warrior combat. ”

"Mastering the three skills of the military department, if you want to take a bachelor's degree in the college entrance examination, or even enter a first-class university, there is no problem!"

Qin Yan listened and nodded continuously. The old man's words were very short, but he broke through the essence of the three skills of the military department.

Controlled, durable, and explosive!

"Iron old man, what do you teach me first?" Qin Yan asked expectantly.

"I'm sorry Qin Yan, I can't teach you the complete three skills of the military department. Because, I can only punch my fists. As for the instantaneous step and dodging, I am not good at learning, and I dare not mislead people's children. Now, I'll do a bang, you see. ”

Hearing this, Qin Yan's eyes widened and he looked at the old man carefully. He originally thought that the old man would teach the skills of instant steps and dodging, but he didn't expect that the old man would actually teach punching.

Punch and explode the Force all at once. If you are not strong enough, you can easily get hurt.

Looking at the thin body of the old man Tie, Qin Yan couldn't help but feel full of doubts in his heart:

Is it reliable?

Under Qin Yan's gaze, the old man laughed.

"Don't worry, I'm going to move my muscles."

The old man took off his reading glasses and gently placed them on the ground. Then, he began to twist his neck, shake his legs, and do broadcast gymnastics in front of Qin Yan.

Finally, fifteen minutes passed.

"As soon as people get old and don't exercise for a long time, their bones will rust. Now, I'm going to bang my fist, you see. ”

The old man's face suddenly froze, his right foot took half a step back, and his whole body made a sound like a "clacking and clattering" bean. Then, his body slowly turned, and his right fist was slowly struck, like an old man in the garden playing tai chi.

Five seconds later, the Iron Old Man remained motionless in a punching posture. Then, he turned his head and smiled at Qin Yan.

"Qin Yan, do you see clearly?"

"Uh...... See clearly. ”

Qin Yan's face was full of helplessness, and he replied dejectedly. This kind of soft fist is also called a boom fist? How did you trust this old man? Sure enough, very, very unreliable.

At this moment, the old man Tie withdrew his right fist and said with a smile:

"Just now, I was throwing punches in slow motion. Now, I will use the strength of a third-level martial artist to hit a perfect-level punch. Keep your eyes open, don't blink! ”

Perfect-level punch?

Qin Yan pursed his lips, his face full of disbelief.

According to the level of martial arts, they are divided into five levels: beginner, ordinary, good, excellent, and perfect. Perfect-level bombardment boxing, that is a skill that military martial artists may not necessarily master, this old man's soft fist, dare to say perfect?

At this moment, a strong whistling sound sounded from in front of Qin Yan. A loud sound, like an airplane speeding by. A strong storm broke out in the entire classroom.

In the blink of an eye, the iron old man punched out!

Rumble!

In Qin Yan's ears, a thunderous explosion sounded. The sound was so loud that it made his eardrums buzz.

Rumble!

The whole classroom shook slightly. Qin Yan's feet could feel the vibration coming from the ground, as if a three-level earthquake had occurred.

Qin Yan was completely stunned. He clearly saw that the iron old man's body was shining with a streamer of Force.

"A perfect level blast punch with the strength of a third-level martial artist!"

The old man slowly retracted his fists, and returned to his weak appearance.

Qin Yan was horrified to find that on the wall three meters in front of the old man Tie, there was actually a shallow fist mark!