this day.

Fang Xing was continuing to exercise at home, with a weight weighing nearly a ton on his body, but he did not delay continuing to do push-ups at all.

It wasn't a strong arm, and it looked like it wasn't fully taut at this point. Fang Xing did nearly a hundred push-ups in a row, and not even a drop of sweat came out of his forehead.

This kind of exercise has reached the extreme for Fang Xing.

Even Fang Xing could clearly feel that his body had reached the so-called limit, and it was impossible to grow in an all-round way, and he could only gradually strengthen unilaterally if he continued to exercise.

However, the effect of that workout will be very slow.

The one in the last world who practiced King Kong's incorruptible body had practiced for several years to have that level.

And after the princess has internal strength, the ability of her body to resist blows is no worse than that of King Kong!

So.

Continuing to hone your body now is equivalent to junior high school students practicing multiplication and division, which cannot be said to be useless, but it can't keep up with the standards that should continue to develop.

And after such a long period of continuous adjustment, Fang Xing could also feel that his body would not decline rapidly due to a lack of medicinal herbs or food.

Presumably, as long as you exercise like this for a few more days, you can completely maintain this strength!

Just after completing today's workout goal, Fang Xing was about to take a shower when someone suddenly rang the doorbell at the door.

As soon as the door opens.

Standing outside the door was a middle-aged man in a long shirt with short hair.

It looks like he's about thirty or forty years old, but his body is well maintained, and I can't tell how big it is.

When the visitor saw that it was Fang Xing, he first clasped his hands into fists and saluted.

"Mr. Fang, right?"

"I'm a staff member of the Provincial Martial Arts Association, and I'm here to send you an invitation."

After that, he took out a gilded invitation card from his cuff.

When I opened it, it was neatly written in fly-headed letters, and there was even a seal buckled on it, and there was still a faint ink fragrance left in the invitation.

Just looking at this invitation, you have already done enough identity.

Fang Xing glanced at it twice, closed the invitation rather funny, and threw it into the trash bin at the door.

"Invitations?"

"Whose invitation is it to go to the martial arts competition?"

"I don't dare to say it directly under the war book, and I'm still pulling calves here!"

"I'm very busy, I don't have time to go around in circles with my subordinates, if you want to find face, come to my door to find me, and beat him again!"

After that, Fang Xing closed the door directly, and he didn't bother to say a word.

This invitation looks quite scoreful, but what is written inside is not reliable at all.

First of all, he invited Fang Xing to come to a certain martial arts hall to meet the martial arts people, saying that Fang Xing's martial arts were superb and should not be unknown here.

Then he said that Master Ma wanted to compete here.

The last time we fought and lost a move, it was all because Fang Xing actually concealed his identity as a martial arts family, so the rematch was to let Fang Xing learn what real kung fu was.

If you don't come, it's a turtle with a shrunken head and so on......

What is written is not an invitation, nor is it a serious war letter.

The content is completely at the level of elementary school, and it is a good handwriting.

And the middle-aged man outside the door obviously didn't expect Fang Xing to be so faceless, and threw the invitation directly in front of others!

It's not just provocative.

It's a slap in the face!

Everyone in the martial arts industry is a martial arts master, and their status is higher than that of ordinary people. No matter who you invite, it is someone else who opens the door to welcome you in, and you are waiting for you to eat and drink.

Even if he just works inside, it's a seven-rank official in front of the prime minister's door!

For so many years, even if someone doesn't give face, no one dares to throw the invitation directly in the trash!

The middle-aged man originally wanted to kick the door directly and ask why Fang Xing dared to give Wu Xing such a faceless.

But as soon as he thought that this person was a person who directly fought with Master Ma and won the battle, he withdrew the arm that he had rolled up his sleeves.

Afternoon.

Jiang Yue came to chat with Fang Xing, and as soon as she walked to the door of Fang Xing's house with an orange, she saw a note posted on the door.

[On the eighteenth of this month, there is a competition in front of the door! ] 】

"Isn't it the twenty-third today?"

"Who posted this?"

Jiang Yue tore off the note, and directly slapped the door and shouted:

"Open the door!"

"I'm here to watch TV!"

Fang Xing opened the door and let Jiang Yue in without even looking at him.

Recently, I have been coming and going often, and I am more familiar with it, so I am not so polite.

As soon as Jiang Yue came in, she handed over the note in her hand.

"Here you go, it's posted on your door, is someone looking for you to compete?"

Fang Xing glanced at the note, crumpled it up and threw it into the trash.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that the guy I beat that day came to me again."

"Little things, don't worry."

Fang Xing threw it like this, but let Jiang Yue see the invitation card in the trash can.

Curiously took out the invitation from the trash can, and Jiang Yue lay on the sofa and read it carefully.

Look at it.

Jiang Yue suddenly turned over, looking at Fang Xing with big eyes.

I have always looked at Fang Xing's whole person, and I didn't say a word.

"If you have something to say, what are you staring at me for?!"

Jiang Yue's eyes flashed, and she asked a little embarrassedly:

"Even some provincial-level martial arts meeting has come to you, isn't it actually very powerful?"

"Can you teach me too, just teach me some self-defense!"

Fang Xing thought for a moment and nodded.

"Wait a few days, I'll teach you to practice internal skills."

As soon as Jiang Yue heard this, her eyes were about to glow!

"Can I learn? Don't need any additional exercise? Do you want to do the same exercise as you do? Having said that, I'm in my twenties, is it still appropriate to practice internal skills, and in the end, can I play a dragon with one palm like on TV! ”

"You can't count on internal strength to play a dragon, it depends on what cards you touch."

Fang Xing ruthlessly punctured Jiang Yue's illusion, and then began to talk to Jiang Yue about some basic things.

In this world, Fang Xing didn't intend to pass on the gluttonous cultivation skills.

Or maybe I don't plan to pass on this practice right now.

In the last world, after the princess got this volume of exercises, she directly mixed internal skills and turned herself into a little superman.

And in this world, there are not a few people who know how to do internal strength!

Fang Xing had only practiced this exercise to the extreme, but he hadn't practiced any internal strength, and he didn't know how effective it would be on himself after mixing this kind of exercise.

In case there are those masters who have already practiced internal strength, they also get gluttonous practice skills by chance.

They had already practiced internal skills for decades, and they only needed to spend a month or two practicing gluttonous physical skills before they could reach the peak of their combat power.

Maybe because of the blessing of internal strength, their progress will be several times faster than their own.

At that time, it is estimated that as soon as he woke up, he was already choked by a pair of big hands.

If even the last advantage of gluttonous body cultivation has been made up, and he has only condensed his internal strength for a few days, how can he be the opponent of a person who has been practicing for decades?

Therefore, what is passed on to Jiang Yue can only be ordinary internal strength.