"Well, yes, that's pretty much it. Yang Yonghui watched Hu Qingchun slowly collect his work, nodded and said.

Zhao Weilong forgot to remind Yang Yonghui to eat, and looked at the field in a daze.

"Brother Meng, this iron arm fist seems to have completely changed, and it seems to retain its original shadow, I can't even say this strange feeling. It's just that the original majestic and wild momentum is all gone. Is this still an iron arm?"

Meng Songshi frowned and did not answer.

He is a yellow-level high-level, and his vision is much more intelligent than Zhao Weilong, a yellow-level beginner.

Although the modified Iron Arm Fist looks lacking in momentum, it does not have the posture like the storm just now, as if it has been castrated, and its power is no longer there.

But that's just the appearance.

In fact, it is because this set of punches has become introverted from the outside, and all the divergent power is collected in both hands, and it is not triggered. If it is activated, it will be a thunderbolt, and the power will definitely be better than before.

It's not easy!

Yang Yonghui saw Zhao Weilong coming back and immediately beckoned to him.

"Little Dragon, come, come here. You and Lao Hu have a hand and have a discussion. ”

Martial arts training is meant to deal with the enemy, and no matter how familiar a person is, it is always difficult to understand deeply without going through battle.

Hu Qingchun is now immersed in the surprise brought by the new Iron Arm Fist, and someone feeds him, of course, he can't ask for it.

"Okay, Xiaolong, come here!"

Zhao Weilong reluctantly moved forward, feeling depressed to death.

I'm your future brother-in-law, and I seem to be a little older than you. Such a greeting like treating juniors, I'm really not afraid that I will turn my face?

At that moment, a thick palm pressed against his shoulder.

"Instructor Yang, Xiaolong's strength, I'm afraid he can't test the true power of the new Iron Arm Fist. Or let me come?"

Yang Yonghui thought about it for a while, and then nodded: "It's okay." ”

Hu Qingchun's eyes lit up, he was full of fighting spirit, and he was eager to try: "It's better for you to come dead old man, let you try the power of my iron arm fist!"

Meng Songshi didn't bother to fight with him, stepped forward calmly, and stood still opposite him.

Zhao Weilong retreated, confused.

He and Hu Qingchun are both at the beginning of the yellow level, and their strength realm is roughly the same, aren't they the best candidates to learn from?

On the contrary, Meng Songshi is two small realms higher than the two of them, if the competition is one-sided, it will not make any sense at all.

Before he could figure it out, Hu Qingchun and Meng Songshi had already started over there.

Meng Songshi's martial art "Floating Thousand Phantom Palms" is a three-star martial art, one level higher than the Iron Arm Fist. It matches his low-key and gloomy personality very well, and he looks soft and unthreatening, but in fact there is a murderous motive inside.

Hu Qingchun didn't compete with him before, but his realm and martial arts level were suppressed, and every time he was beaten, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and then he was no longer bored.

But this time, Hu Qingchun believes that the situation must be very different.

Call~

Meng Songshi slapped his right hand lightly, aiming at Hu Qingchun's left shoulder.

Don't look at this move silently, it seems that even a fallen leaf can't be alarmed, if it is confirmed all of a sudden, Hu Qingchun's arm will be abolished immediately.

Of course, it's just a matter of discussion, and Meng Songshi will definitely relent.

Faced with the incoming move, Hu Qingchun smiled and said, "Good come!"

Immediately, his right hand flipped over, and he punched upwards diagonally, just grazing Meng Songshi's palm.

His punch seemed to be a mistake, but Meng Songshi's whole body was shocked, and the palm he slapped was stunned, and he wanted to continue, but Hu Qingchun had already changed his position and didn't know where to run.

"Not bad. Meng Songshi reined in his mind, which was still a little relaxed, and became really serious.

Hu Qingchun laughed, exhaled and raised his eyebrows: "Of course, come again!"

The two of them were ping pong, fighting back and forth in the small dormitory.

Yang Yonghui glanced at it a few times, knew it in his heart, and turned his head and came to Zhao Weilong.

"This is my meal?"

"Oh, yes. Zhao Weilong was stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses from the not fierce but exciting battle over there.

"Thank you!" Yang Yonghui thanked him, didn't care about him, opened the thermos flask divided into several layers, put it on the table, and started moving.

"Uh, Instructor Yang, Brother Hu's iron arm fist, why does it seem to be ......" Zhao Weilong looked over there, hesitated, and couldn't help but want to ask.

Yang Yonghui stuffed something into his mouth and replied vaguely: "Oh, I helped him make some small changes." ”

Zhao Weilong rolled his eyes when he heard this, this is more than a little "small change", right?

"Instructor Yang has practiced this Iron Arm Fist before?"

"Nope. ”

"Seen the cheats?"

"Nope. ”

"So, have you ever watched someone else practice?"

Yang Yonghui tried hard to swallow a piece of steak: "I watched Lao Hu's demonstration for the first time today." ”

Zhao Weilong opened his mouth and stopped talking.

Anyway, you just came into contact with this boxing method for the first time, and you dared to make such a big move and change the whole set of iron arm fists into a mess?

Are you reliable?

Bang~

There was a muffled sound, and a gust of wind seemed to blow in the room out of thin air, and Zhao Weilong's eyes couldn't help but narrow.

"Hahaha, it's a pleasure!"

Hu Qingchun stepped back several steps one after another, and then stood still, his mouth screaming with joy.

On the other side, Meng Songshi's upper body shook a few times, eliminating the strength of the two of them to collide hard, and slowly exhaled a cheesy breath.

Obviously, in the confrontation just now, Meng Songshi, who was two levels higher than the realm, had the absolute upper hand.

But on his face, an incredible expression appeared at this time.

His eyes turned around on the smug Hu Qingchun, and then turned around and looked at Yang Yonghui, who was munching on the case.

"Instructor Yang, how did you do that?"

Yang Yonghui was still struggling with the steak and didn't speak for a while.

Zhao Weilong next to him didn't know why, and asked, "Brother Meng, what's wrong?"

Meng Songshi walked over slowly, his voice trembling slightly: "Xiaolong, you don't understand, I don't know how many times I have played with this old Hu's iron arm fist, and no one knows a few catties and taels better than me." To put it mildly, even if he is given one hand, and then the realm is lowered to the same level as him, it will be a matter of minutes to knock him over. But just now, Instructor Yang gave some guidance and changed some ...... Well, after a few moves, the power of the Iron Arm Fist has doubled at least twice. Don't look at the final matchup, I have the upper hand, that's because I didn't suppress the realm. If the two of us were in the same realm, I would have been the one who had lost just now. ”

At this time, Hu Qingchun also walked over, with a smile on his face.

"Dead old man, that's my new boxing method for beginners, and I'm not familiar with it yet. If you wait for me to become proficient, even if your realm is higher than mine, you may not be able to win against me. ”

(End of chapter)