553 Half a year of cultivation

In the blink of an eye, another two months have passed.

As soon as the nutrition kept up, with James, the big nurse, constantly replenishing, and Hawking's output constantly educating and training, Ouyang Qingfeng quickly recovered some of the strength and corresponding values that he should have.

For Ouyang Qingfeng, who had developed all of the Ultimate Body, it was completely terrifying to learn things.

Not to mention that some of the daily skills before have been practiced thousands of times, and now they are also familiar with learning. What's even more terrifying is that some of the moves and techniques that have never been learned and only appear in his mind have been fully practiced and integrated.

In the past two months, he has recovered to seventy or eighty percent of his original strength.

The only thing that hasn't recovered now is his martial arts, and there is basically no problem with football.

The square dance version of the maze that Hawking taught before was also learned by Ouyang Qingfeng to the second level.

Seeing this, Huo Laojin was not stingy and directly taught the other party a trick after the lost step, "This trick is not simple. Pay attention, listen carefully, the third trick of the lost step, the name is: Xiaomeng Butterfly. The flowers have passed, and the leaves do not stick to the body. In one word, light. In another word, it's fast. It's so fast that the other party can't see your confused steps, and you're no longer in front of the other person at this time......"

Ouyang Qingfeng learned the pace of Huo Laojin's demonstration in a good way.

"Hurry, hurry, it's too slow......"

"Faster!"

"Wrong, wrong, wrong!" Huo Laojin shouted directly from the side, "Do you dare to step a little harder? Can the speed be a little slower?"

"No, no, no......"

The night was dark, and Ouyang Qingfeng kept wandering around the courtyard of James's house alone, and those trees were regarded by him as a good real-life simulation object. And the turf under the tree did not leave a single footprint of Ouyang Qingfeng.

In this way, half a month has passed.

This is far slower than the previous Ouyang Qingfeng learning two tricks in one night.

Now, even if he has stimulated the potential of all the ultimate body, he has not learned such a profound martial art so quickly, and he has learned sixty percent in half a month, which is already a rare time in a hundred years.

"Master, do you think this is okay?" Ouyang Qingfeng said with satisfaction after casting the dream butterfly.

Hawking shook his head, "It's still too slow!"

After speaking, Hawking appeared in front of Ouyang Qingfeng, and then punched his body, and without reacting, he was directly knocked to the ground by Huo Laojin's punch.

"If you can do it to this extent, you can become a teacher!"

", master, you're a sneak attack!" Ouyang Qingfeng stood up from the ground unconvinced and patted the dust on his body.

"Really?" Hawking's mouth raised, "Then I'll tell you now, I'm going to beat you, you get ready!"

"Good ......" Ouyang Qingfeng had just said a good word, and before the sound had landed, Huo Laojin appeared in front of him again, and then he also punched the position he had just hit, knocking him out again.

"it...... No...... Not counting!"

Ouyang Qingfeng said aggrievedly, "This doesn't count! Give me some more time, and I will definitely surpass you!"

"Hehe!" Huo Laojin smiled, "Young man, you are still young, learn slowly!"

The previous boxing technique, Ouyang Qingfeng, was completely returned to Ouyang Yuanshan.

He didn't want to have any contact with him anymore, so he didn't learn that set of boxing techniques from memory, but instead learned a set of lost trace boxing.

In fact, he didn't know what the hell this was, but Huo Laojin told him that the martial arts on this secret book were very good, very suitable for him to practice, and the price was not expensive, and it cost tens of thousands of yuan to apprentice outside, and his book not only had explanations and physical diagrams, but also gave away an explanatory CD, which was only sold for nine hundred and ninety-nine, Ouyang Qingfeng felt that it was not expensive, so he bought it.

He regretted it only after buying it.

What kind of maze is this Nima, it's just a few people on a gossip map, rock-paper-scissors!

Those constant rock-paper-scissors have a fart trail.

Ouyang Qingfeng finally knew that he had been cheated, but Hawking did not return the goods, and sent Ouyang Qingfeng away with a sentence that the goods that had been sent would not be returned. He really wants to cry without tears, he used to learn a maze step like square dancing, how is it now, rock-paper-scissors, learn to guess boxing?

Is this a Lost Fist or a Drunken Fist?

Ouyang Qingfeng threw the booklet on the bed, and as soon as he threw it over, as soon as the page flipped over, he seemed to see something, and immediately picked it up, and threw it out again, the vague moves made him a little interested, he took the booklet in his hand, and then flipped it quickly.

Originally, the scissors moved into a palm-like shape under the rapid flipping, and the fist was the fist as for the cloth, exactly like the transformation before blocking and punching.

He smiled happily, "Oh, this Nima is like this, why do you ancient people really know how to play?"

One move, one style.

It's not simple.

Lost boxing is not like Lost Steps, it is taught by Huo Laojin himself, and it is completely realized and practiced by Ouyang Qingfeng's own ability.

For three days, Ouyang Qingfeng took a snack and locked himself in his room, planning not to go out for a month to retreat.

More than twenty days later, Ouyang Qingfeng, who was full of scum, opened the door, walked into James's kitchen with a smile, and rummaged through some food.

If it weren't for the nurse in James's family who knew Ouyang Qingfeng, she would know that such a number one person really planned to call the police.

His hair was disheveled, his face was full of stubble, and he still emitted a foul smell after not taking a bath for more than 20 days, just like a homeless man.

James and Huo Laojin went out, Ouyang Qingfeng also went out after he was bored and freshened up, and before he went out, he asked the nurse where the university or the stadium was nearby.

The nurse told him that he was in town, about a dozen kilometers away.

Exited a week earlier than expected.

"Just try your physical strength to what kind of point!" Ouyang Qingfeng grinned and smiled.

A high school in Los Angeles.

A few boys were playing soccer savagely, and some of them were a bit skilled.

But after all, the technique could not resist the savage opponent, and soon the ball was snatched away, and the man rushed directly to the opponent's penalty area like a brute bull.

No one could stop him, his body and speed reached a very terrifying level, although the technique was rough, he made up for it with speed and body.

"Stop him! Tom, don't let him come!"

"Karen, what are you doing? Stop him, oh, Shet!"

The goalkeeper nervously watched as the brute bull brought his teammates over one by one, and broke down and shouted, "No, Jack, it's up to you!

The bull kept rushing forward, suddenly stopped the ball in front of Jack, then stepped on his left foot, quickly turned and pulled back with his right foot, and a beautiful Marseille spin shook Jack directly.

"Beautiful!" Ouyang Qingfeng couldn't help but applaud.

This bull isn't really like a bull, and the technology still has some foundation.

He jerked his foot together and then volleyed it straight into the net, and the goalkeeper fell to his knees in despair, holding his head like a nightmare.

"Yay, Frankie, we've won, we've won!" shouted the black men with rough skills who looked like bulls.

"Great, we've won, we can continue to play here!" shouted the bullish French.

"That's them!"

And when they were happy, there were several tall white people in the field of the original losing side, led by one with blond hair, strong and sturdy, looking a little strong, and he was a boy with a mustache, thin and tall with an unstoppable arrogant face.

Behind them, there were two men in football jerseys.

One by one, they were fierce and vicious, as if they wanted to step forward and go violent.

Seeing them, Frankie's face changed instantly.