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Because of the reason for asking Lao Wang for leave, he did not go to school, but first signed up for the Xingcheng Challenge Cup online, roughly glanced at the number of applicants, only two hours after the start of registration, there have been thousands of people involved, which can also be seen The weight of this challenge cup in the hearts of martial artists, after all, this is also a platform to show yourself, if you perform well, you can increase your own exposure, and get the favor of some advertisers, it can be said that you have gained fame and fortune.

After signing up, he couldn't help but have a trace of expectation in his heart, training is the best way to test himself, I don't know if it's because of him in the other world, now he seems to have become competitive, from yesterday's acceptance of that little transparent challenge can be seen, if it is in the past, he will definitely refuse.

After the mood calmed down, he continued to temper himself, if he wanted to improve his physical fitness, it would definitely not work to rely only on morning exercises in the morning, like his father, these silver stage martial artists, which one is not trained every day, their foundation is very solid, but they still dare not slack off for half a point, this martial arts road, is really not to advance or retreat, because people's muscles are elastic, and if they do not train for a long time, they will relax, although the memory function is still there, but the strength has retreated.

"Let's stand on the stake first. Xia Qingshui thought that although he had become the "master" of the bronze third stage because of his breakthrough bloodline, he was actually not familiar with his own strength, and martial artists valued the next plate, and he was no exception.

But to be honest, ordinary standing piles don't help him much, and the only way is to practice with weights to increase the burden on his muscles and achieve the effect of tempering.

Every time he stands on the pile, he will unconsciously carry the "Yin and Yang Breath Formula", and at his dantian, a seemingly unearth force will run in his body, giving him a feeling of floating immortals, after a week, he will notice that this strength seems to have increased by a point, and the change is obvious.

Qi, whether in this world or in that person's world, is the most important force in the martial artist's body, and he cannot guarantee that the two are defined by the same thing, but in fact, the "qi" they define is to enhance the warrior's own energy.

Because of the improvement of strength, Xia Qingshui stood for an hour and a half before he gradually felt that his muscles were sore, and about half an hour passed before he stopped.

According to the training program of the martial arts hall, after standing on the pile, he does all kinds of actions to improve his strength, he has no equipment at home, and can only do simple movements such as push-ups and sit-ups, but there are still hundreds of effects in the weight-bearing state.

At about twelve o'clock at noon, Dad's phone called, he knew that Xia Qingshui had finished school at this time, but he didn't know that the latter didn't go to class at all, and the afternoon self-study was naturally whether to go or not, Xia Qingshui understood that his father called to urge him to go to the martial arts gym to train, since he found out that he had a talent for martial arts two days ago, his father was very attentive to him, just like he was about Xia Qingling.

He doesn't like to be rushed to do something, which is one of the reasons why he resisted martial arts training before, but now his heart has become different, and he has been willful for a long time, but he wants someone to take care of him.

didn't wear glasses, because he didn't need it anymore, Xia Qingshui buckled up his cap to block what the hell and went out.

......

"I, I really don't have any money, woo woo. ”

A girl whimpered with grievances in a certain alley, and her voice was weak.

Xia Qingshui felt that if it weren't for the fact that he happened to pass by in a taxi and his hearing was higher than that of ordinary people, he might not have encountered this kind of trouble.

"Master, please stop the car in front. He sat in the passenger seat and said to the taxi driver.

"Eh, isn't the little brother going to the Lingshui Martial Arts Gym?" the master asked with some confusion.

He nodded, smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry, I suddenly thought of doing something important, how much is it." ”

"Oh, twenty. ”

Xia Qingshui took out a fifty banknote and handed it to the master, and the other party also quickly asked him for thirty change.

Sanmendong Hutong.

If it weren't for the fact that there is a relatively high-ranking Sanmen High School in Shancheng, there are fewer people living here, and Sanmendong Hutong only lives a few lonely old people who are unwilling to move away, which can be described as inaccessible.

But at this time, in this alley, there is a girl wearing a three-door high school uniform, surrounded by four unscrupulous gangsters with dyed and colorful hair.

She clutched her bag in both hands, her face feigning composure but easy to see in her eyes panic, helplessness, and despair.

"No money, then you can only use beauty to satisfy your brother?" said a young man with dyed yellow hair standing at the front of the girl, he had a cigarette in his mouth, looking down at the girl in front of him who did not dare to look at him, the other party's somewhat immature and beautiful face made his heart like countless ants crawling around, especially when the girl was breathing rapidly because of nervousness, the undulating chest made him even more horny, and even a certain part could not be suppressed.

As if hearing the most terrible sounds, the girl's face became even paler, and she looked like a small sheep, surrounded by huge and terrifying shadows, and the demonic laughter ran through her mind, making her lose the ability to think, and she could not even remember when they had thrown their school bags on the ground.

"Fourth, you go to the alley to guard, and I'll call you later. The yellow-haired young man said to a short man in the back.

"Damn, it's me again, is there any mistake, Lao Tzu is the last one every time?" the short man replied angrily, very dissatisfied with the arrangement of the yellow-haired youth.

It's just that the short man's voice seems to be very low, and the two people next to him glared at him and said, "Who the hell called you the lowest." ”

Under the unanimous request of the three people, although he was unhappy, he could only obey and walk out of the alley with a scolding.

"So now, it's you, sister, do you take it off yourself or do your brothers help you?" The yellow-haired young man looked at you, and the "sexual" emotion made the corners of his mouth crack involuntarily.

The girl from Sanmen High School, who was surrounded by three men, didn't reply, but suddenly squatted down and hugged her knees, which was probably the only way to protect herself, but in front of a few martial artists who had entered the bronze rank, what was the use of such an action?

She hoped that someone would pass by and be able to save herself, but in this almost unheard alley, it was better to expect someone to pass by than to be killed by lightning.

As for calling for help, if it was useful, it would have worked before he was dragged into the alley by the four of them, not to mention that he was already in a desperate situation.

It's just that what makes her want to laugh is that the only thing she can think of at this time is the lines from a movie.

"My crush is a hero of the world, and one day he will step on the seven-colored clouds to marry me. ”

She wondered if the warm-smiling boy in the next class would have felt that he was in danger and uttered the well-known classic line in their trembling pleas for mercy before the four thugs appeared with a bright rose in one hand and a golden desert eagle in the other.

"Let go of that girl. ”

Huh?