The scene in the museum is very deserted, clean but old tables and chairs are neatly arranged, except for the middle-aged uncle and the young man in the chatter, there is no trace of anyone else.

The middle-aged man was the strange-faced uncle painted on the label of the martial arts hall, he was quite sloppy at the moment, his hair was messy like weeds, and the training clothes he was wearing were about to slide down his shoulders to the ground.

He ate peanuts with a decadent face, chatting with the young man sitting nearby without saying a word.

The young man's appearance was quite upright, but from his deeply furrowed brow, you could see that he was extremely distressed.

The young man was also sitting lazily, quite idle, and accidentally turned his head to see Wang Bei stepping into the martial arts hall, his eyes instantly brightened as if they were glowing, and he hurriedly rushed to Wang Bei's side, took his hand and said enthusiastically: "Hello, are you coming to sign up for the martial arts hall?" Thank you so much, it's been a long time since anyone came, oh no, it's been a long time since I've seen a young man like you come in, our Thousand Kinds of Soft Boxing is a well-known school of boxing, and it's extremely famous throughout the entire Shangyu City, because we have unique training techniques and..."

Wang Bei was suddenly frightened by the young man's enthusiasm, and his heart was a little hairy, and just as he wanted to withdraw his hand, he was pulled by the young man to the practice room of the martial arts hall.

"You see, this is a unique fighting technique of our soft fist stream. ”

Seeing that the strange-faced uncle who was still decadent just now suddenly became upright, he exhaled a little, pressed his hands down, and suddenly hit the practice pile with an unbelievably fast fist.

"This punch speed is at least eight punches in a second!" Wang Bei was extremely shocked, but he didn't expect that there would be a strong man with such a fast punch speed in this dilapidated martial arts hall.

The boy was even more smiling.

However, in the next second, Wang Bei pointed to the practice pile and asked, "Isn't this a soft practice pile?"

The soft training pile is a soft boxing equipment with elasticity, and even teenagers will produce a large amplitude when they hit when they practice boxing.

When a person like Uncle Strange Face comes to box, the amplitude of the vibration of the practice pile should be greater, but he punches dozens of times, and the soft practice pile does not even move, which is very revealing.

The young man suddenly glanced at the strange-faced uncle, raised his hands in surrender, and said helplessly: "Okay, I knew that this would not work." ”

"Hehe!" Uncle Strange Face sneered, and said to Wang Bei embarrassedly: "The characteristic of our Qianquan Soft Fist Flow is that it is extremely fast, which can increase the speed of a cultivator's fist several times, but the biggest problem is that we have to sacrifice more strength. ”

"So a lot of people who want to learn immediately ran away after understanding the situation. That's why we thought about letting them see how fast they were first, and maybe they would stay and learn. The boy interjected helplessly.

"Oh, then I want to sign up. Wang Bei suddenly said with a smile.

"Well, good. The young man knew that this was the case, and he showed a weak look and was going to take Wang Bei out.

Suddenly, he seemed to react, and said in disbelief, "You mean?

"I want to sign up. Wang Bei smiled and said again.

"Okay, okay, I'll go through the formalities..."The young man smirked, flustered.

The procedure is extremely fast, except for paying a little tuition, just register casually to get started.

Listening to the introduction of the two, the name of the strange-faced uncle is Chen Jianhua, who is the head of the generation of Rouquanliu and the owner of the martial arts hall. But it is said that he failed to pass the battle division assessment three times in a row, and now he is only a ragtag fighter.

The young man's name is Sun Yi, he can be regarded as the senior brother of the soft fist stream, there were several junior brothers before him, but because the business of the martial arts hall was too poor, and the boxing damage was too low, the other junior brothers couldn't bear the boredom, so they quit the martial arts hall one after another, and in the end, only he was left as a die-hard faction.

In the era of the invasion of demons forty years ago, Qianquan also flourished for a period of time, and its fantastic and strange attack speed even made it enter the fierce competition for the ten core boxing skills, and it was a well-deserved king of fast boxing to dominate the world with speed.

However, the great defect in the power of boxing made it withdraw from the competition of mainstream boxing earlier, and finally it was even repeatedly included in the last school of boxing.

What you need to master is the technique of transforming force, which can attenuate the force released by the human body by percentage, which is the core skill of subsequent practice of soft boxing, and it is also the most criticized skill of soft boxing.

"Chemical strength?" Wang Bei said strangely, and he really had the skill of reducing his strength.

"That's right, chemical force is the core of our soft fist flow, whether soft fist is fast or not, whether you fight well or not, it depends on how deep your chemical force skills are. Chen Jianhua said proudly.

Wang Bei was full of slander, this is the source of cripplement, if it weren't for the urgent need to solve the problem of strength, he really didn't want to become a cripple.

The chemical force technique is not difficult to say, the main thing is to control the release of the punch, so that ten points of strength become three points of strength, two points of strength, or even lower, but no matter what, there will be a trace of bottom force.

Wang Bei's palm was firmly clenched, and the condensed force was suddenly cut by half, but he could still feel the feeling that his palm was using all his strength, which did not hinder the increase in speed at all.

"Curious about the tricks. Wang Bei smiled silently, and suddenly a punch burst out and smashed on the soft practice pile.

Chen Jianhua crossed his waist with his big hands, smiled, and kept saying: "Yes, that's it, imagine that you are a cripple, and you can't fight at all." In this way, when punching, the practice pile will not move. ”

Suddenly, the soft practice pile drifted into flying ash, and Chen Jianhua's smiling face suddenly froze.

"Huh!"

"Teacher, it's not like this, it's completely useless, the chemical force can't be turned off at all, and it can't become a cripple!"

"It's not a question of whether it can be turned into a problem, it's not like this with a lot of strength, how can a soft pile be blown up. ”

"Okay, I'll give you a different stake, remember, use a little more strength until you feel like you don't have the strength. ”

"Well, good. ”

The soft practice pile suddenly drifted into flying ash, and Chen Jianhua's smiling face froze again.

"Huh!"

"Teacher, it's completely useless, it's crippled!"

"You're a girl, don't you have the power to do it at all, and you are deliberately sabotaging!"

"No, it really can't be melted!"

"Good..."

......

In the end, after destroying more than a dozen practice piles, Wang Bei was driven out of the martial arts hall by Chen Jianhua, and taught him the skills of cultivation in one go, asking him to find a place to practice by himself.

Chen Jianhua himself was holding the dozen or so broken practice piles and feeling distressed.

Fortunately, the successive destruction is not useless, Wang Bei has a deeper understanding of the technique of chemical force, and after cultivating for a period of time, there should be no destruction, and he can control the output of his strength relatively easily.

But at the same time, Wang Bei realized one thing, he stared at the palm of his hand and said quietly: "It turns out that my strength is so great. ”