In the afternoon, the Jingwu Association was in the Western School Lecture Hall.

"Mr. Yang, what are you ......" Zhao Jian looked at Yang Qi and said hesitantly: "Why is your nose blue and your face swollen? Could it be that you were beaten? Sir, don't be afraid, if you are bullied, just say it, my Jingwu will definitely help Mr. get justice!"

"No, no, I misunderstood. Yang Qi opened his mouth with difficulty to explain: "I'm just practicing boxing......"

This mouth, sizzle, Yang Qi gasped - his face was accidentally swollen, and now it hurts when he speaks. But as a Western teacher, it is necessary to give lectures every day. After all, if you eat and drink other people's, you have to do what you need to do.

All morning, Yang Qi spent the whole morning in the "horse step station cylinder". The rim was narrow and slippery, especially steep. Especially after the unscrupulous gentleman poured oil into the tank, it was really slippery.

Fifteen minutes of standing steadily is not unattainable, but fifteen minutes is just a warm-up at the beginning, and it is not a real goal. Mr. Tang Da carried a stone in his hand and read a book in his mouth, and choked Yang Qi all morning. But fortunately, when it was time for Yang Qi to give a lecture, he automatically let Yang Qi go, saying that it was the end of today, what should I do, so there was the scene just now.

Endured the pain in his face, Yang Qi finished the class. Seeing Yang Qi working so hard, the students of the Jingwu Society were also secretly angry.

After the lecture, Yang Qi rubbed his shoulders and pinched his legs and walked forward, his mouth was full of gasping sounds.

This girl's surname is Tang, she is really ruthless! And what's going on with this messy practice? What can be practiced? What effect does it have? Why haven't I seen Huo Yuanjia and them practice like this? I think he's just doing nothing to fix me!

Angry in his heart, Yang Qi walked through the martial arts arena. When I looked up, I saw the plum blossom pile of the Jingwu Society, which was staggered in height and thickness, round and square.

"This is called a pile! One day I will give a Sima Guang to smash the cylinder!" Complaining in his heart, Yang Qi looked up and down at these plum blossom piles, the highest one is more than one meter and five, and it is also difficult for beginners. After standing in the tank for a day, seeing this authentic plum blossom pile, Yang Qi's feet moved, and he stood up with his feet.

Step by step, soon came to the highest place.

"Compared to that big vat, this one-meter-five pile is really weak!" Yang Qi stood firmly on the pile with his feet separated, and stretched out his hand--the white crane flashed its wings!

Playing the park tai chi learned from the old man in the park all the way, Yang Qi kept moving, playing as he moved. It was obviously the first time to go on the plum blossom pile, but he stood firmly on the pile, and the wooden stake rarely trembled. Suddenly, Yang Qi snapped under his feet, and stepped out with a swimming step, without reluctance.

"Whew-" Exhaling a breath, Yang Qi felt much smoother in his heart.

At the same time, after his mood calmed down, Yang Qi also calmed down. To be able to move so smoothly on the plum blossom pile today, Yang Qi knew that it must be the credit of "Mabu Standing Cylinder". This Mr. Tang Da teaches boxing like a whole person, but not to mention the future, first of all, today, it is also a real effective result.

Five minutes later, Yang Qi, who had cleaned up, returned to Mr. Tang's small courtyard.

"Hmph, I don't believe it yet. Climbing onto the edge of the big vat, Yang Qi gritted his teeth and began to continue practicing.

"In order to prevent you from being drowned in the tank one day, you have to take advantage of that guy's rest to secretly practice, so that even if you fall, there will be no serious consequences, I'm really smart, pinch haha!" was laughing arrogantly, and the swollen cheeks were in sharp pain, Yang Qi trembled under his feet, and fell into the oil cylinder with a poof.

There is also a lot of oil in this oil tank, which is also a buffer, so it doesn't hurt to fall in it. I listened to the movement outside - there was no sound. Sure enough, this kind of extracurricular practice will not be punished if you don't practice well! Teachers like such well-behaved students!

Just thinking about it, Mr. Tang Da's head poked out from above, and his smile was really warm as jade: "Yang Jiaoxi is so active, it would be too unreasonable if I was lazy." Well, I'll give up my life to accompany the gentleman tonight. With that, he grabbed a bucket out.

"Uncle, are you always resting?" Yang Qi was struggling with Zuihou.

With a bang, four barrels of oil splashed down on their heads and faces. "The oil has reached the thighs, pay attention. Mr. Tang reminded indifferently.

Yang Qi wiped his face: "Uncle, are you talking with a little ups and downs? And how do I feel like a person who is being buried alive, and I have a feeling that my death is approaching? Hey, I said it's okay for you to refute it, don't acquiesce!"

At night three watches, Yang Qi threw himself on the bed.

Dead, this time it's really dying. It's only the first day today, and if I continue to play like this, I'm going to die......

Yang Qi, who was in a daze, fell into a deep sleep, and the relic energy slowly emanated, repairing the wounds on Yang Qi's body. Outside the house, Mr. Tang Da's eyes flashed, he nodded thoughtfully, took back the ointment he was holding in his hand, and walked away gently.

It was another second day, early in the morning, Yang Qi jumped up, and it didn't hurt anymore when he touched his body, and the Dragon Elephant Gong, which didn't make any big moves, seemed to have advanced a point.

"Okay! Brother Fawang is really powerful, let's take your new self to meet the challenge today! You will definitely do it!" After Yang Qi ate and drank well and cleaned up, he patted his face, cheered himself up, and rushed to Mr. Tang's small courtyard.

Yang Qi only felt that his body was full of vitality and energy, and as soon as he entered the small courtyard, he stretched out his hand and pointed out: "Come on! I'll show you the cylinder today!"

"Oh, you're very energetic, that's good. Mr. Tang sat on the rocking chair and swayed lazily: "Yesterday I stood on the pile one day, so I won't stand on the pile today, change the trick." The scroll in his hand was rolled into a tube, and he pointed to the side: "Play this today." ”

Yang Qi looked over, but found that he hadn't seen him all night, and a wooden shelf had been erected in the courtyard, with two ropes hanging from two rings, which looked like rings in the Olympic gymnastics competition.

Although it seems that there is a bit far between the rings.

"Do you know what this is for?"

"Uh, it should be held up with your hand, right?" Yang Qi walked over and tried it, because the distance between the two rings is not small, and when he holds it with his hand, it is a V-shaped with a large opening. "Well, it's more laborious than hanging down vertically. "Yang Qi made two pull-ups xiangshang, hey, being baptized by the relics of the Dharma King is different, and it will definitely not be able to pull it up before it is put aside.

Tang shook his head: "Wrong, this ring is not grasped by hand." ”

"Isn't it?" Yang Qi asked, "Then what do you use to catch it?"

Tang smiled, as if a cold wind was blowing: "Of course, with your feet." ”

"Use ...... Feet?" Yang Qi began to feel a faint pain.

"Yes, and there are a lot of tricks today, let's do them one by one!"

ps: Uncle Tang can go and rest, but don't rest, everyone. Twenty chapters of the book were opened, and the first time I asked for a collection. There are collections and recommendations, please come to this box~