Wang Bei devoted himself to fist speed cultivation, and he practiced for several days.

In the martial arts training center, the other cultivation rooms are sometimes empty, and a group of people will be rotated every two or three hours.

Only the cultivation room where Wang Bei was stayed, and no one came out for a full eight hours.

Without the shackles of damaging the equipment, his cultivation enthusiasm was completely released, and he practiced frantically day and night.

The cultivation of soft boxing in a thousand soft fists has officially been put on the agenda, and the special state displayed in the period of transformation is the best time to practice soft boxing.

The cultivation room was so fast that no human figure could be seen, like a whirlwind on the walls, corners, moving rapidly in all directions, leaving only the thickened humanoid protective sandbag that was provided as a training object, flying in mid-air, flying in all directions.

In an instant, I don't know how many fists landed on the humanoid sandbag, which was incredibly fast.

Holding the rapidly rotating body slightly, Wang Beimo counted the number of blows, "The fist speed is almost 1.6, and the speed of the soft fist is really worthy of the name." ”

In the blink of an eye, the powerful inertia linked the body and burst out again at an astonishing speed, bombarding unscrupulously.

The super energy advantage caused Wang Bei to practice frantically for ten hours, and he didn't feel tired, but the flaw was that his strength was accumulated, and he accidentally burst the humanoid sandbag.

After a bit of trouble, it was much more convenient to change to a thickened protective sandbag.

The long-term continuation of the chemical force has made this skill deeply rooted in Wang Bei's bones, and now his control of the force is simply unbelievably accurate.

He didn't know that his strength had been suppressed to a certain point, anyway, after practicing his soft fist for so long, he still didn't feel like he had reached the bottleneck.

With the crazy increase in his fist speed, his whole body fell into the refreshing feeling of cultivation growth, and he almost forgot about the academy course he was going to take tomorrow.

The study at the school is relatively idle, with three days of classes and four days of free practice.

After all, it is an institution that purely pursues martial arts, and more emphasis is placed on the cultivation of students.

The middle school is the cultivation in the previous stage of becoming a war master, and the core is to train the foundation and improve the foundation of martial arts. The subsequent institutions of higher learning were the base camps for the training of combat divisions.

Like Ni Yunhan and Yang Kuo, geniuses who have been classified as key training objects are no longer in the middle of a secondary university, and they completely surpass ordinary people in terms of potential.

Their progression route is not as smooth as everyone else's, going through secondary schools and then transferring to higher institutions.

Instead, they will be given a guaranteed place at the Inner Emperor Academy and become a fresh graduate there.

However, just by entering the Inner Emperor Academy in this way, the resources allocated are extremely low-level, and if you want to get a high salary, passing the Inner Emperor Academy test and assessment is the right way.

Not everyone wants to enter the Inner Imperial Academy, because the killing among the students there is regularized, the law can never reach there, there is no mercy, only the strong can survive.

As a result, the Inner Empire College is known as the cradle of the strong and the crematorium of the weak.

The strong are the core of the fight against demons, so even if you don't go to class in a middle school, not many people care about you.

Wang Bei's cultivation is gradually getting better, and the data of his fist speed is showing a steady upward trend, but his body has not changed at all, as if it is a perpetual motion machine that runs eternally, without stopping, and will only grow without limit.

After indulging in dozens of days in a row, Wang Bei finally got a little bored, and he fled the martial arts training center without looking back, and swore fiercely that he would never come back in a short time, thus ending his rather long fist speed training.

Jiuquan is also worthy of its speed dominance, and in just forty-five days, Wang Bei's fist speed has been increased to a height of 2.7.

Although the speed is obtained at the expense of power, it is still outrageously fast.

"What is that?" As soon as he stepped into the Rouquan Stream Martial Arts Hall, he heard the news, and he was even more confused because he was not familiar with the situation.

"It's literal, the hall owner took all the disciples to be invited to participate in the boxing exchange conference held at the Xitian venue, Chen Laolai asked me to say so. The old man guarding the martial arts hall pursed his lips and said quite innocently.

"Xitian venue, right? Looking at the old man's appearance, he couldn't ask anything, Wang Bei muttered the name of the venue, thinking that maybe he could go to the venue to have a look.

He turned around and left, he knew that the Xitian venue was a well-known large venue nearby, which could provide nearly 10,000 people to enter.

I just don't know what this boxing exchange conference is and what kind of people will participate.

In the past, large-scale events were mostly held at the Xitian venue, and the restrictions on entry and exit were quite casual.

But today, the entrance to the venue was locked by many security personnel, and everyone who entered had to undergo a detailed inspection.

Anyone who has an invitation will be respectfully welcomed in, if there is no invitation card and want to break in, sorry, please go to the back for a cup of tea.

When Wang Bei arrived at the venue, he suddenly saw a group of people gathered at the door of the venue.

"Hey, why don't you let us in!" Pavilion Master Chen held his loud voice like killing pigs, which immediately attracted everyone's onlookers.

"I'm sorry, you're not qualified. The security guard wearing sunglasses in front of him said with a serious face.

"Who is not qualified, my master is the contemporary head of a thousand soft fists, how can he not be qualified, let you be in charge of things, let us see who is not qualified. Sun Yi, this kid, rolled up his sleeves and immediately called the board, the loss of people is small, and the face is big, how can he be easily driven out by them.

Wang Bei squeezed through the crowd and walked to the front, but what he saw was that these two guys were playing scoundrels, and suddenly his old face turned red, and he stood in the crowd in shame, "Yes, it's better not to go out." ”

However, the sharp-eyed Sun Yike didn't want to let him go, he shouted with joy: "Hey, junior brother, you're here, come here, master, his old man and I are here!"

Wang Yi pretended not to know, shaking his head in anticipation, Sun Yi was anxious, and immediately stepped forward and pulled him over, "Master, junior brother is also here, the three of us master and apprentice are of one mind, and we will definitely be able to do this group of unscrupulous security personnel." ”

"Uh-huh. Chen Jianhua put on a fairy wind and a master's appearance, touched his beard with only fibrous roots, and nodded with a smile.

A few security personnel didn't know if they were annoyed, so they immediately stepped forward and stood beside Chen Jianhua, raised their strength and said, "I'm sorry, please come with us for a while." ”

Pavilion Master Chen didn't have anything else, a little hard power was still possible, he spread his legs, and the posture was together, even if the two security guards exerted all their strength, they couldn't move him, but they were so tired that they were out of breath.

He was still pretending to stroke his non-existent beard.