"Are you finished?"

In the spacious martial arts room, Wang Yan looked at Zhou Tong, who was still dumbfounded, and sighed helplessly.

Ever since Wang Ember showed such amazing strength, Zhou Tong opened his mouth wide as if he had lost his soul, and he couldn't close it until he followed Wang Ember into the martial arts room, his eyes were dull, as if he had lost the ability to think.

In fact, Zhou Tong is not to blame.

After all, how many people can think that a high school student actually has the strength to kill a fourth-level martial artist in seconds?

Uncle Chen, who was born as the so-called underground boxing champion, was as vulnerable as a toy to be beaten in front of Wang Yan.

Before going on the field, he was angry, but in front of Wang Yan, after only a few seconds, he lay on the ground and didn't move.

After the defeat, Zhou Xiang was like seeing a ghost, and almost escaped out of the Hengqiao Martial Arts Gym, and even Uncle Chen, who was still embedded in the floor, didn't have time to pull it away.

The owner of the Yokohashi Martial Arts Pavilion was no better, as if he had lost the ability to communicate with the outside world, Wang Yan called him for a long time before he came back to his senses.

After all, he shot too hard and accidentally broke the floor of the martial arts hall, Wang Yan originally wanted to compensate according to the price, but the owner of the hall refused to accept a penny, saying something like "A genius like you, it is the honor of our martial arts hall to be able to leave such traces in our martial arts hall, and our martial arts hall may be proud of this in the future."

Not only did he refuse to charge for repairs, but he also strictly ordered the people in his martial arts hall not to touch such broken marks on the floor, so let these traces stay here, and no one was allowed to touch them.

I have to say that the owner of this pavilion can open such a unique membership-based martial arts hall in Yuancheng, which is quite commercial vision and ability.

After seeing Wang Yan's terrifying talent, his mind instantly began to come alive.

It's just that he is only a teenager, but he can already kill a fourth-level martial artist in seconds.

Then in a few years, will this Wang Ember be returned?

Grandmaster, or even a great sect?

Maybe you can become a martial saint...... No, no, no, that's a bit too much of a contradiction......

Anyway, this is at least a grandmaster seedling!

I must keep the traces left by this Wang Ember in the martial arts hall.

When Wang Ember becomes a grandmaster in the future, he can point to this shattered floor and introduce it to others, which is the trace of perception left by a strong grandmaster when he practiced martial arts in our martial arts hall.

Well...... Gotta give this floor a nice name.

It's better to call it the Enlightenment Slate!

If the owner of the pavilion treated Wang Yan politely before, it was for the sake of Lu Chengzhou, the chairman of the Martial Arts League.

So after Wang Yan made a move, his attitude towards Wang Yan was completely different.

Previously, he treated Wang Yan politely with a bit of alienation and arrogance, and felt that this kid was just barely qualified to enter his own Hengqiao Martial Arts Gym.

Now he treats Wang Ember like a licking dog and treating his own goddess.

Not only patted his chest and assured that he didn't have to worry about any compensation costs, but also told Wang Ember that from today onwards, the Yokohashi Martial Arts Hall will be open to Wang Ember for free for life, and a top martial arts room will be set aside for Wang Ember.

Wang Yan was happy to take advantage of it and agreed.

So, the owner began to think about another problem.

The exclusive martial arts room reserved for Wang Yan, after Wang Yan becomes the grandmaster, should he also give him a popular name?

The exclusive martial arts room specially prepared by the owner of the hall for Wang Yan has a large area, with rockeries, flowing water, erected iron piles, and a rest room, food, water, etc.

It is said that it is a martial arts room, but the interior decoration is almost the same as a landscape garden.

It is worthy of being the top martial arts hall in the entire Yuan City.

It is even possible to provide tonics, which, of course, costs money.

There is a red button at the door, if you need anything, you only need to press the button, and immediately the service staff of the martial arts hall will come to pick it up

for service.

There is a fresh aroma wafting in the martial arts room at all times, which is a medicinal herb called "Qiyun Xiang", which is produced after burning, which has the effect of refreshing the mind and stimulating qi and blood.

This kind of thing, 1g costs thousands of dollars.

And in this Hengqiao Martial Arts Hall, every martial arts room is equipped with this "Qiyun Incense" 24 hours a day, burning all the time.

At this time, Zhou Tong was sitting in the lounge, looking at Wang Yan in a daze, as if he was looking at aliens.

"Brother Ash, are you still the Brother Ember I know......

Zhou Tong swallowed and spit, and reached out to poke Wang Yan with a trembling hand: "You can't be a strange beast, right......?"

He couldn't believe what he had just seen.

Uncle Chen, who is a fourth-level martial artist, was defeated by Brother Ember so easily?

Three months ago, he went to the Martial Alliance with Brother Ember to test his qi and blood, isn't Brother Ember just a first-level martial artist?

How come three months have passed, and Brother Ash's strength has soared to this point?

Could he have been taken away by some strange beast?

Under this human skin, there is actually a strange beast hidden?

Syllable!

Wang Yan raised his hand and slapped him on the top of his head: "What nonsense, Lao Tzu is so merry, can it be an ugly thing like a strange beast?"

"Then how did you manage to improve your strength so much in three months......

Zhou Tong was still a little hard to believe.

"I said it, from today onwards, I will change your fate."

Wang Yan said lightly, and he slowly walked to the center of the martial arts room: "Next, I will teach you a boxing technique, in the past few days, you will practice this boxing technique first, and when you can hit one-tenth of the power of this boxing technique, your qi and blood will be able to reach the level of a first-class martial artist."

"As long as I can exert one-tenth of my power, my qi and blood can reach the level of a first-level martial artist?"

Zhou Tong was surprised, but immediately felt a little ridiculous.

What kind of boxing can make people change so dramatically?

"Look at it."

A faint voice fell, and the temperament on Wang Yan's body suddenly changed.

In an instant, from casual and casual, to domineering, like a tiger that was originally resting, suddenly opened its eyes, revealing its hideous fangs.

He moved suddenly, and a set of boxing techniques were displayed in his hands like a cloud, like a white crane and a white crane Lingbo, and like a flying swallow playing in the water, agile and free.

Soon, after a punch fight, Wang Yan slowly retracted his moves, and the momentum on his body changed instantly, becoming casual and casual again.

Zhou Tong was dumbfounded.

"Brother Ember, are you sure this fist technique is useful?"

He had to admit that the boxing technique demonstrated by Wang Yan was very good, and if he took it out and pretended to be X in front of the girl, he would definitely be able to gain a large number of exclamations.

That dusty and chic appearance is indeed something that Zhou Tong has never seen.

However, this boxing method, although the moves are gorgeous, is it really powerful?

Wang Yan didn't speak, just glanced at Zhou Tong, walked between the iron stakes standing on the ground, and punched the same punch again.

What made Zhou Tong even more unbelievable happened.

I saw that Wang Yan's fist was like the wind, still so good-looking, fluttering without the slightest fireworks, it seemed that there was only speed and no strength, light and fluttering had no strength, but the moment his fist touched the pig iron piles on the ground, the pig iron piles seemed to have been hit by a reckless cow, and they broke off one after another!

In just a moment's effort, most of the vertical rows of pig iron piles that were originally neatly arranged have been broken and are in shambles.

Under Zhou Tong's dumbfounded gaze, Wang Yan stood between the broken pig iron piles on the ground, and slowly retracted his fists.

glanced at Zhou Tong faintly.

"If you don't learn, forget if you don't learn."

"Learn, learn!"

Zhou Tong's eyes were hairy

Light, almost jumping on the spot.

.

After a while, Zhou Tong lay on the ground like a dead dog, unable to even move.

"It's too hard...... Brother Ash, how did you manage to fight so easily?"

Zhou Tong almost doubted his life.

He saw that when Wang Yan demonstrated the boxing method for him before, he was so relaxed and freehand, thinking that this boxing method was not enough, and it was easy to learn. new

However, after really getting started, I found that this punch method is not so simple.

He was only halfway through the fight, and he was already sweating like pulp, rolling down, soaking his clothes all over.

The whole person seemed to be fished out of the water.

From fingers to toes, there is hardly a place to move.

What kind of perverted boxing is this?

Why have you never heard of it yourself?

"Now you know how effective this punch is, right?"

Wang Yan sat in the rest area on the side, looking at Zhou Tong's embarrassed appearance with a smile, and stuffed a grape into his mouth: "So I said, as long as you can exert one-tenth of the power of this fist technique, your qi and blood value will definitely be able to break through to the level of a first-level martial artist."

"Play out your ...... tenth"

Zhou Tong was about to cry.

Not to mention one-tenth, it's hard for him to even play one percent now!

Seeing Zhou Tong struggling to get up like a muddy worm and practicing this boxing technique, Wang Yan couldn't help but shake his head a little.

The strength of this week's pass is indeed too much to be on the table.

What he taught Zhou Tong was a boxing technique he got from the memories of those zombies in the dream world.

It's just the method used by the Thousand Yang Sect to pass on to those named disciples to strengthen their muscles and bones and activate their qi and blood.

Although he has never practiced it, with his current strength, such a boxing method that is only prepared for registered disciples can be perfectly displayed at will.

Back then, he had endured the pain of the Thunder Divine Night Body Refining Method, which was like ten thousand needles piercing his heart.

The pain caused by practicing this boxing method is far less than the pain of Lei Yin Shenxiao's body refining method, but even so, at the end of the day, Zhou Tong was still tired and crying for his mother, and he couldn't help but give up several times.

Until the evening of this day, Zhou Tong failed to make a complete punch.

When he left the Yokohashi Martial Arts Hall, Zhou Tong's whole person seemed to have collapsed, covering his buttocks, and he was about to take a breath after taking two steps.

Many passers-by passed by the two of them, and they all cast strange glances, and when they fell on Wang Yan, they were even more pity.

Wang Yan was full of black lines, and he originally wanted to send Zhou Tong home kindly, but the strange eyes cast by passers-by made him completely give up this idea.

When he returned home, it happened that Wang Yuan had just returned.

"Brother, you're back."

Wang Yuan's expression was a little strange, and his spirit seemed to be in a trance and greeted Wang Yan.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Yan was keenly aware that something was wrong.

"Nothing."

Wang Yuan seemed to be slow to react, and a few seconds after Wang Yan's words came out, he seemed to come back to his senses, shook his head, and reluctantly showed a smile: "Maybe I'm a little too tired in the martial arts hall today."

Wang Yan frowned, he sensed a trace of darkness in Wang Yuan's body.

When Wang Yuan passed by him, he reached out violently and grabbed Wang Yuan's wrist, and with a spit of strength, Wang Yuan's sleeve instantly exploded, revealing his wrist.

"Brother!"

Wang Yuan was taken aback, and hurriedly tried to pull his wrist out of Wang Yan's hand, while his other hand tried to cover his wrist area.

But it was too late.

On Wang Yuan's wrist, there was a small sarcoma.

It is inconspicuous, pink in color, and only the size of a grain of rice.

However, Wang Yan was watching

The moment I saw that little sarcoma, my entire pupil contracted in an instant.