Chapter Twenty-Eight: Yang Yi's Training Methods
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"Hey, kid Zheng Tian, why do you look constipated. If you have anything to say, hurry up, look at your expression, I guess I'll spit it out after I eat the food. Yang Yi quipped.
"Brother Yang, I just want to know what you and Instructor Luo Gang said. Also, the figure on the wall of the battle room is yours or not?" Zheng Tian looked at Yang Yi, but his eyes kept aiming at Yang Yi's two panda eyes.
Hey, this little fat man Zheng Tian, why are there so many things? Yang Yi muttered in his heart, completely forgetting that he had forced Zheng Tian to say it just now. "That, Zheng Tian, if I say that Instructor Luo Gang sees that I am talented and intelligent, and that I am a martial arts genius, there is no one before or since, and he has to accept me as an apprentice, do you believe it or not?"
"Oh. Zheng Tian saw Yang Yi's excitement, and thought that Yang Yi was beaten by Instructor Luo Gang, leaving a shadow on his psychology. Otherwise, what do you do in the middle of the day. Also accept apprentices, you should be this era or ancient. Although he thought so in his heart, Zheng Tian still consciously and considerately understood Yang Yi's feelings, patted Yang Yi on the shoulder, and said, "Brother Yang, that, it's normal for a student to be beaten by a teacher. Don't take it personally. Besides, Brother Yang, I, Zheng Tian, don't say anything else, I am still very buddy. As long as you have any grievances, tell me, and I promise not to tell anyone else. ā
Hearing Zheng Tian talking with his fingers folded, Yang Yi trembled angrily, how could he be beaten. Hey, it's so shameless to tell the truth and be treated as a lie. Rubbing Zheng Tian's fat face dissatisfiedly, Yang Yi smiled angrily, "Zheng Tian, stop! I'll tell you again, I didn't get beaten! Absolutely not! Definitely not! NO!"
Seeing Yang Yi's excited expression, he danced with his hands. Zheng Tian's heart was sour, Brother Yang, why bother? As long as you take classes honestly in the future and don't ask for any leave, Instructor Luo Gang is still very good. "En, Brother Yang, I didn't get beaten. Let's go to the playground, there are a lot of beautiful women!"
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A closed practice room. Yang Yi was bare-chested, his strong muscles were covered with sweat, and he kept swinging punches forward.
However, Yang Yi's fist swing posture was very strange. One punch is extremely slow, and one punch is extremely fast.
Hey!
Slowly punching out, Yang Yi saw the air in front of him fluctuate slightly. Five meters away from him, there was a row of burning candles. After this punch, the candle light of the burning candle kept shaking, and at the moment when it was about to be extinguished, it lit up again.
Ha!
As fast as thunder, because the punch was so fast, there was even a sonic boom in the air. The row of candles did not react under the punch. But the next moment, the row of candles suddenly turned into smoke, leaving only a trace of ash on the ground to tell the truth that they once existed.
Closing his fist, a smile appeared on the corner of Yang Yi's mouth. I was finally able to barely achieve the unity of fist and intent taught by Master Luo Gang. Although it is only a small success, it has also improved his strength a lot. Moreover, Yang Yi felt that he was only one layer of window paper left from A-level strength.
"That's right," Luo Gang's voice came from behind Yang Yi, "although now I can only barely get started." But you can get there in a month. It's a great achievement!"
Turning around, Yang Yi clenched his fists and said with a smile, "Hehe, the apprentice can have the current achievements." It's all because of your teaching, Master!"
"You can't be serious, you guy, you smile all day, where does a college student look like?" the two walked out of the fighting room, Luo Gang said.
"Well, Master, that. Is it a rule in the university that students can't laugh?" Yang Yi rubbed his nose and deliberately showed a puzzled expression.
Thinking that there was indeed no such rule in the university, Luo was about to say no, but he saw a flash of a smile on Yang Yi's face. Naturally, he instantly understood Yang Yi's thoughts, and snapped, a chestnut flicked on Yang Yi's head, "This time you hit you lawlessly, and you are smart." Hey, these are two problems, let's fight again. As he spoke, he snapped and flicked on Yang Yi's head again.
Looking at the two very symmetrical bags on Yang Yi's head, Luo Gang nodded with satisfaction. completely ignored Yang Yi's sad and indignant expression.
"Master, you see, I've already learned how to punch. Yang Yi rubbed the two bags on his forehead and said, "Do you want to give the apprentice two more tricks?"
Glancing at Yang Yi with disdain, Luo Gang said, "You have also learned to punch punches? Why don't you say that you are now invincible opponents all over the world? When you can control the essence of punching freely, I will teach you something else." Now let me see how reflexive you are. As he spoke, he kicked Yang Yi into a transparent training room used to test his reflexes.
"Master, I hate you!" Yang Yi looked at Luo Gang's strange smile and said sadly. In the past six months, he has been devastated by Luo Gang almost every day. Moreover, in order to be able to teach Yang Yi more conveniently, Luo Gang simply let Yang Yi move to his own house. To Yang Yi's surprise, in this Jinghua City base, where every inch of land is valuable, Luo Gang's house covers a huge area. A variety of training facilities are available. At this time, Yang Yi was training in the underground training room of the villa.
"Good apprentice, as long as you don't fall in love with Master, you can hate it as much as you want. Luo Gang smiled and pressed his big hand on the red button outside the training room.
My mother, I can't care about despising Master Luo Gang's shamelessness. Yang Yi saw dense flying needles flying out of the dense small holes in the wall of the training room. That's right, it's the flying needle. Luo Gang famously said that in order to improve Yang Yi's reaction ability faster, what he couldn't launch was just a non-lethal ball. The difficulty has to be increased, so the flying needle is fired.
Although this flying needle can't kill people, the hateful Luo Gang has dipped each flying needle with a very vicious potion. As long as the flying needle is pierced on Yang Yi's body. That place will be extremely itchy, and Yang Yi still doesn't know what antidote he can use to relieve that heart-wrenching itch.
To this day, Yang Yi still remembers the first test, and he had dozens of flying needles pierced all over his body. There was even a flying needle pierced at the base of his thigh, and that ******** feeling made Yang Yi still think about it and was swinging all over his body.
A quarter of an hour later, Yang Yi's eyebrows were hit by a flying needle. Seeing Luo Gang's admiring expression, Yang Yi walked out expressionlessly.
"Master, how is the disciple doing today?" It seems that Yang Yi himself can't feel a trace of abnormality.
Holding back a smile, Luo Gang said, "Yes, this reaction test was originally intended for S-level people. But you're a genius, and you've only been hit by a flying needle today. Well, give you ninety-nine points, and the rest of the points are afraid that you will be proud. As he spoke, he suddenly pulled out the flying needle that was as thin as a cow's hair in the center of Yang Yi's eyebrows, looked at Yang Yi's eyebrows a little red, and exclaimed, "Tsk, it's really a good thing!"
If these words were heard by Da Dahai, he would be extremely surprised. Because when Yang Yi tested his reaction ability in the hunter building, Da Da Hai said that Yang Yi's reaction ability had reached the ordinary S-level. Obviously, Luo Gang's statement is another criterion.
At the end of the day's training, Luo Gang walked out of the underground training room. Only Yang Yi was left standing expressionlessly.
Seeing Luo Gang's figure disappear, Yang Yi said softly, "Master Luo Gang, I hate you!" After speaking, he couldn't hold it anymore, his face was almost twisted together, and he laughed.
While laughing, he also pounded the sandbag next to him hard! Knock knock! The boxing sandbag weighing tens of thousands of pounds was beaten by Yang Yi and crossed an exaggerated arc in the air.