The sky was bright, Ma Qiangang let out a long breath of true qi, and the bones of his whole body made a slight crackling sound, and the muscles and flesh were like bowstrings, and they were also low and light shocks, emitting a roar like a dragon and a tiger.

The pony's whole body has a faint layer of dark gold, which shines brightly in the sun.

Wang Liang and Chu Ci also opened their eyes, and when they saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel slightly envious.

Although the army of Zhuxia also has countless magical secret arts, all the soldiers know that these magical secret arts are all promoting potential to varying degrees.

Before the Martial Saint Realm, the military cultivation of Zhuxia was much faster than that of the students who went through the academy system.

is as strong as Ma Qiangang, in his third year of high school, he was only a tenth-level martial artist, and Yang Jinguang, nicknamed the world's first high school student, was only fifteenth.

But in the Qianlong Army, teenagers of the same age already have a bunch of martial artists.

But stepping into the realm of the Martial Saint, the soldiers in the army, because the potential is too much, can no longer compare to the Martial Saints of the academy department.

This is also why, the three martial gods of the older generation of Zhuxia, as well as the newly promoted Ye Tiancian and the withered bamboo old decay, are all from the academy system, but the army does not have a single martial god.

It's just that the Zhuxia army doesn't think that there is anything wrong with this kind of martial arts path, after all, the army can train martial artists faster and more, and the masters in the army can step into the martial saint realm faster than the academy system, and can form a stronger large-scale combat effectiveness.

Moreover, the warriors cultivated by this system are more brave and good at fighting, and their sense of martial arts is also stronger.

This is called giving and giving.

Wang Liang and Chu Ci both knew that Ma Qiangang was the hope of the new generation of Zhuxia, and almost everyone was optimistic about him, who could become a martial saint within twenty years, and he was the youngest of the fifty people in Zhuxia who were most likely to be promoted to a martial saint.

Zhuxia does not lack martial saints, but there is a shortage of martial gods, if it is not a shortage of martial gods, how can they only conduct wars at the army level and never launch a surprise attack at the martial saint level?

Because the Martial Saint made a move, he couldn't suppress the level of the battle, and once he provoked the Martial God of the Heavenly Realm, the Martial God of Zhuxia would go to the battlefield.

Regardless of whether you win or lose, once the Martial God falls, it represents the fall of national strength, and the Martial God is the foundation of the country that cannot be replenished.

No one knows when Zhuxia will have another martial god.

For the countries on Earth, a Martial God is much more precious than a dimensional realm.

Unless it is necessary, there will never be a Martial God level battle.

At this point, almost all the natives of the dimensional realm are almost the same idea, a martial god in many dimensional realms is the foundation of a sect, the pillar of a big force, once it is damaged, it represents the collapse of this sect and this big force.

Wang Liang suddenly sighed and said, "I just don't have a daughter, otherwise I would marry this kid." ”

Ma Qiangang was taken aback, and said in his heart: "Has my soft rice genius talent evolved again......? What's that?"

Chu Ci smiled: "Forget it! I've heard that this pony has several girlfriends in college, and even if you have a daughter, you can't compete with it." ”

Wang Liang scolded with a smile, then shook his body, stood up, and began to practice a set of extremely ordinary boxing techniques in the army.

After Wang Liang finished practicing this set of boxing techniques, Chu Ci also stood up, and also practiced another set of ordinary boxing techniques in the army, as martial saints, they naturally have advanced martial arts, for them, regardless of what level of martial arts, drills are not tricks, but their own martial arts essence.

Ma Qiangang looked at it for a while, but he couldn't see much more, but he knew that these two martial arts saints practiced the essence of their own martial arts, and integrated their lifelong martial arts perceptions into ordinary boxing techniques.

But he didn't reach that realm, he couldn't see it at all, Wang Liang and Chu Ci didn't teach martial arts, after all, this is a rebel base, and it's normal not to see it. 04

After Chu Ci finished practicing boxing, he said to Ma Qiangang: "The fist does not leave the hand, and the song does not leave the mouth! You also have to practice, don't be lazy." ”

Ma Qiangang jumped up, he knew that the two martial gods didn't let him really practice martial arts, after all, all his martial arts were the descendants of Tianchan Temple University, it was impossible to practice here, in case he was stolen by the rebels, it would be the worst thing.

Wang Liang and Chu Ci were just teasing him.

Ma Qiangang thought about it for a while, and he could only beat the 12 styles of primary school students' fitness from the beginning, of course he couldn't integrate his martial arts essence into this set of boxing methods.

After practicing this set of 12 postures for primary school students, Ma Qiangang turned around in place, and suddenly had a wonderful feeling, he gestured with his hands for a while, and suddenly countless sounds came out of his body.

The music and rhythm are intertwined, like the noisiest city, like a construction site, like a bear child playing a musical instrument, and like a pig killing next door......

Even the two martial saints of the Hidden Dragon Army showed a shocked look, not knowing what kind of martial arts Ma Qiangang was selling.

After a while, Ma Qiangang suddenly closed his eyes.

There was silence outside his body, and the voice that should have been there was no more.

Heaven and earth conquest of wind, rain, thunder and lightning have a total of eight articles - ten thousand sounds, climax, big strings, wind rhythm, rain tide, thunder, electric music, amazing!

Except for the last one that is amazing, each one corresponds to ten layers of martial arts, Ma Qiangang is now a martial artist, and he has cultivated the heavens and the earth to the thirty-first level.

Cultivated this music law martial arts to the fourth chapter - wind law!

At this time, the pony can stop all the sounds in the world with a single thought, and can also interfere with all sound waves within a hundred meters of the surrounding area, and manipulate the vibration of all things.

Wang Liang and Chu Ci looked surprised, both of them knew that Ma Qiangang's martial arts talent was very strong, but they didn't expect it to be so strong, and they only broke through once yesterday in front of Xie Xiaonuan.

Today, I just casually practice the 12 postures of primary school students' fitness, and I can actually have a sense of it.

What kind of evil is this Nima?

Both of them had the same thought in their hearts: "No wonder Ye Tiancicada Martial God has to accept him as an apprentice." ”

"This kind of talent falls into the hands of our Qianlong Army, and we have to spend all our resources to cultivate it, maybe we can cultivate a martial god of the army system. ”

The two glanced at each other, and they both had a thought, that is: "Nothing can make Ma Qiangang retire." ”

"Although he was not trained by the military system, he has already joined the army, and he cannot be allowed to leave even if he dies. ”

"As long as he is promoted to Martial God, who dares to say that this kid is not from our military system?"

Ma Qiangang suddenly showed a smile and exclaimed, "I can finally complete the twelve styles of the self-created music rhythm boxing method. ”

"The first type - super invincible, I love you!"

The old man and the child suddenly cheered happily together: "Ma Qiangang, Ma Qiangang, I love you!"

"The second type - little xx, fart!"

As if the old and young were leaving the game, there was a sound of fart all over their bodies, and the rhythm was quite cheerful.