Yang Wei broke out in a cold sweat when he heard this, he had really never been forced to learn boxing and kicking in his life, and Ling Xiaozi had never forced him, so he had no choice but to give up after studying all night. Yang Wei really doesn't know what Zhang Qing's head is thinking, and he is not his apprentice, can he force himself to learn his fist and foot kung fu?

With his current strength, it is not a real battle of life and death, his true qi power cannot be fully displayed, and his soul power cannot be used at all, I am afraid that if I hurt Zhang Qing, after all, Zhang Qing and him are still very compatible, and it will not be good to hurt him.

After this calculation, Yang Wei is simply a situation of losing and winning, this is better than a fart!

Yang Wei smiled brightly, and even said with a little flattery: "With your old man's strength, you can beat me so hard that you can't get up with your fingers, where do I dare to do it with your old man!"

Zhang Qing finally satisfied his vanity, and said with a smile: "Hmph! Count you kid acquaintance!"

I saw Zhang Qing's hands clasped under his right ribs, his eyes were shining, and a ball of light with a dazzling white light instantly formed between his hands, he pushed forward with both hands, and shouted "Adugen" in his mouth, the ball of light broke away from his palm and flew forward slowly.

At the moment when this ball of light was formed, a dangerous warning suddenly appeared in Yang Wei's heart, and the destructive power of this ball of light could be imagined. And Zhang Qing pushed the ball of light in his hand forward, Yang Wei was even more shocked, did Zhang Qing want to blow up the entire mountain?

And when the ball of light broke away from Zhang Qing's palm, Yang Wei was full of black lines on his face, watching this ball of light slowly float forward, not much faster than the speed of a snail, who can this hit! No matter how powerful the ball of light is, it is useless if you can't hit someone!

Zhang Qing copied the ball of light in his hand again, and with a slight pinch, the ball of light instantly turned into aura and was re-incorporated into Zhang Qing's body. Zhang Qing smiled smugly and said, "How is it? How powerful is this fluctuating fist?"

Yang Wei sarcastically said without any emotion: "You may not be able to catch up with the speed of others when you always punch snails." ”

Zhang Qing didn't seem to hear the irony in Yang Wei's words, and explained: "I'm just giving you an example, do you want me to blow up the whole village into the sky? ”

The black line on Yang Wei's face, that kind of speed can't hit people! What master can't dodge the arrows shot by mortals? Not to mention the masters of the same level as Yang Wei and Zhang Qing, they don't want to touch a single hair!

Although Zhang Qing doesn't have much significance in using this wave fist, he can do it himself. His soul power is very powerful, if he encounters an existence with the same soul power, when he fights with the opponent with soul power, although he cannot cause fatal damage to the opponent, it can make the opponent hesitate for a moment, and this moment is enough for Yang Wei to throw this ball of light on the opponent's body!

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Wei's expression immediately became solemn, this move could become another killer move for him when he didn't have a shooting bow available! At this moment, he became deeply interested in Zhang Qing's Street Fighter Boxing.

Zhang Qing's Street Fighter Boxing is not like the kind of martial arts moves that Yang Wei imagined, but to learn one move at a time, and each move has a practice method, which is exactly what Yang Wei wants. In this regard, Yang Wei is a strong point, as long as it is not the kind of cumbersome martial arts, Yang Wei is not afraid.

Half an hour, only half an hour later, Yang Wei was out of the school, and the power of his moves was even better than Zhang Qing, which made Zhang Qing's jaw drop again, this kind of qualification, if you don't be your own disciple, it would be too unwilling, but based on the results of the battle, this Yang Wei himself is not qualified to be accepted as a disciple, and his strength should not be much different from his own.

However, without asking, he was really a little unwilling, and according to Yang Wei, he should not have a master, so he asked: "Have you ever thought that with your qualifications, you can learn martial arts systematically from a respected old-timer as a teacher? If you practice on your own, you have to rely on yourself to study and scrutinize many things, which will take a lot of time. ”

How could Yang Wei not hear what Zhang Qing wanted to accept him as an apprentice, but his masters were already too many, although when he apprenticed, except for Pangu, he was not willing, but these three masters were very good to him.

But he had only been on Earth for a short time, and he didn't want to have another Master, and he had so many secrets that it was not pleasant to deceive someone who treated him wholeheartedly. Yang Wei is a man with clear grievances, and he doesn't want to be condemned by his conscience anymore.

Yang Wei said: "Thank you for the kindness of my predecessors, in fact, I already have a master, and my master's skills are very strong, hundreds of times stronger than Quentch, I really have no choice, and I can't worship my predecessors as a teacher anymore." ”

When Zhang Qing heard this, his face changed for a while, and then he said, "I didn't say this." He was really a little embarrassed, Yang Wei's words, he didn't believe half a sentence, they were already the strongest group of people on the earth, where could there be a figure who was hundreds of times stronger than his senior brother Quent?

Since people don't want to worship themselves as teachers, they can't forcibly accept them as apprentices, after all, the twisted melons are not sweet, and it is better to have one more apprentice who hates him in the future than he is now as a teacher and friend. In fact, Yang Wei really didn't lie to him, and it can be said that this sentence is the most true in what he told him, and he was even a little modest, the master Yang Wei said was his first master Pangu!

For a while, both of them were a little silent, but Yang Wei spoke: "Look at my clothes, do you have a suitable one?"

Zhang Qing played a game all night, lost so dizzy that he almost forgot about it, and then he remembered when he heard the words, and said: "It just so happens that Wu Dao used to have clothes here with me, and now he can't wear them, you two are about the same figure, you can try it out, come with me." ”

Zhang Qing returned to the house and pulled out a Mao suit from the bottom of the box, which was exactly the one that Yang Wei saw on Wu Dao from Long Xiang's memory. Yang Wei quickly put on this dress, although it was a little outdated, it was no longer as eye-catching as wearing a long shirt.

Zhang Qing looked at Yang Wei, who had red lips and white teeth and clear eyebrows in front of him, and looked much better than Wu Dao in this Mao suit, which could definitely attract the attention of most female surnames, and couldn't help but secretly praise, this Yang Wei really can't find the slightest fault with him! Such a character can't be his own apprentice, alas, it's a pity!