Today is Li Yifeng's class.

Before the class, he still took the roll call with a blank face, asking everyone to show the results of these days' boxing. To be honest, it wasn't long after the last class, and everyone wanted to improve too much, and it was probably impossible.

The first one is still Chai Xukun.

As soon as he stood still, there were a large number of students cheering behind him, and there was no shortage of people who were close to him and praised him.

"Brother Kun has crossed the threshold of fifty punches, hey, many people are afraid that they are still stuck at the threshold of eleven or twelve punches, right?"

Ning Qingru listened to their praise, squinted his eyes slightly, and could see that this Chai Xukun was still quite hardworking, reaching the level of fifty punches in a few days, to be honest, if he didn't practice every day, it would be impossible.

It's just that with the characteristics of this hundred refining fists and grinding people, it is a bit admirable to be able to persist all the time, at least, Ning Qingru's concept of this Chai Xukun has changed a lot.

Sure enough, there are two brushes, otherwise, how could he become one of the initiators of the "Piaopiao Youth League"? Ning Qingru thought so in his heart.

On the martial arts field, Chai Xukun had already punched twenty-seven punches in a row, and his face did not change his face to exceed his highest record a few days ago.

He was still punching, sweat slowly soaking through his clothes, but he was still punching, and he had no intention of stopping.

Gradually, forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty!

He hasn't shown any exhaustion yet, he's still punching!

The guy who had been boasting about him gradually stopped his voice, looked at him dumbfounded, and couldn't believe it, this, is this Chai Xukun Chai Dashao?

It's a mess!

Ning Qingru also looked at Chai Xukun in surprise, although the person was a little hostile to him, but he had not targeted him seriously, so he didn't regard Chai Xukun as an enemy, just because some of his Chai family's actions looked down on Chai Xukun.

He really didn't expect that this Chai Xukun still had a bit of self-discipline in his bones. It is really not easy to silently practice the garbage in the eyes of the eleventh class students, such as Bailian Boxing, to this extent.

Chai Xukun fought until he threw sixty-eight punches, and then stopped.

Seeing that his body was shaking, two students hurriedly rushed up to support him.

Li Yifeng had a hint of approval in his eyes, nodded, and said, "Next, Yao Chen." ”

Yao Chen came out of the crowd and passed by Chai Xukun, he tilted his head and didn't look at Chai Xukun, Chai Xukun originally wanted to say hello to him, but seeing him like this, his brows furrowed slightly, and he simply remained silent and returned to the crowd.

Ning Qingru took in this small detail.

Last time, he just felt that this Yao Chen was just stronger, and he was very dissatisfied with his loss to Chai Xukun, but today he noticed such a detail again, and suddenly felt that things were not as simple as he imagined.

Yao Chen did not start directly in a hurry this time, but stood still, silently mobilizing Xuanyuan in his body, Li Yifeng looked at him in surprise, he was deeply impressed by Yao Chen in the last class, and felt that he was just an impatient man who could not become an atmospheric man, but today, Yao Chen's performance undoubtedly gave him an earth-shaking impression.

Calm and confident.

Yao Chen moved.

The speed of the punch was extremely fast, reaching more than forty punches in the blink of an eye, Ning Qingru looked at this scene, and a strong sense of crisis rose in his heart, and he had a premonition that this Yao Chen would inevitably bring him great trouble.

Squinting his eyes, Ning Qingru stared at Yao Chen, this person is currently the person who threatens him the most in Class 11, whether it is Wu Yong or Huang Xie Jun, there is a figure behind him, he is ostensibly confronting Wu Yong and Huang Xie Jun, in fact, he knows that he is afraid that he has been confronting this Yao Chen.

This feeling made him very uncomfortable, and with the information that Chen Xuedong mentioned a few days ago, Ning Qingru knew that there was no possibility of maneuvering between himself and this person.

Yao Chen has been punching for over sixty years.

Everyone was a little short of breath, and they all stared at him tightly, for fear of losing sight of any details.

He can throw at least ten more punches. Ning Qingru relied on his own induction to get this answer, and couldn't help but marvel, you know, last time, this Yao Chen was only punching seventeen, and today, there has been such a big progress, which is really terrifying.

In the end, Yao Chen stopped at seventy-one punches, three more punches than Chai Xukun.

didn't let anyone help him, Yao Chen left the scene by himself, and although he was panting like a cow and dizzy in the crowd, he still stood straight and his breath was high.

Li Yifeng retracted his eyes thoughtfully, and said indifferently: "Next ......"

"Ahh.......h

A person suddenly walked over in the distance, and his appearance interrupted Li Yifeng's words, causing these students in Class 11 to blow up.

Li Yifeng frowned and looked at that person, and wanted to reprimand him, but after seeing the person who came, he swallowed the words that came to his mouth, without him, just because he was Xue Zhiqian.

Xue Zhiqian is good-looking, not handsome, but there is an indescribable momentum faintly emanating, such a man is very appreciated by some women who pursue a higher spiritual level.

He looked very elegant, his voice was mellow, and after standing still, he bowed slightly to Li Yifeng, and said politely: "Teacher Li, I came to class, and I have been delayed these days." ”

Li Yifeng nodded, a smile actually appeared on his face that had been stiff, and he said, "Since you are back, let's show what the Hundred Refining Fist Dacheng looks like." ”

"Yes. Xue Zhiqian said calmly, not concentrating at all, and slowly pulled away from the stance.

Ning Qingru heard someone whispering beside him, and knew that the man in front of him who looked elegant and easy-going was Xue Zhiqian, for this name, he could be described as thunderous, and he didn't know how many times he had heard it from others.

It seemed that he was indeed a little unfathomable, Ning Qingru tried to sense how strong he was, but he only felt a piece of nothingness, he was like an ordinary person.

Ning Qingru didn't think so, he knew that Xue Zhiqian's guy was probably stronger than he imagined, and only this statement could explain why he couldn't even sense the Xuanyuan fluctuations in Xue Zhiqian's body.

Xue Zhiqian punched, no different from theirs, but gradually, his punches became faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, it was already more than eighty punches, and after eighty punches, his speed finally slowed down.

Ning Qingru looked at him tightly, he knew that after eighty punches, the Xuanyuan in his body would suddenly change, and he would no longer continue to infiltrate the muscles and bones, but began to spread to the whole body, passing through all the meridians of the body like opening up a wasteland, this time was also the most painful time, pain, numbness, itching, all kinds of feelings kept coming, and few people could persevere.

It was Ning Qingru, who also gritted his teeth and punched a few more times.

Xue Zhiqian didn't stop, and soon reached ninety punches.

The ninety-first punch was swung, and fine sweat finally broke out on his forehead, but his face did not change, and he quickly punched the ninety-second and ninety-third punches.

By the time of the ninety-nine punches, Xue Zhiqian was already sweating profusely, however, what made Ning Qingru stunned was that the guy's eyes were full of joy.

With a light shout, Xue Zhiqian finally threw the hundredth punch, which was also the last punch.

A slight breaking sound sounded, Xue Zhiqian finished his work, stopped, and there was no other performance except sweating profusely.

"Well, that's good, you broke through just now?" Li Yifeng was amazed and asked softly.

"That's right, I broke through unexpectedly, and I finally reached the seventh realm in the true sense, and it was not in vain that I devoted myself to hard cultivation during this time. Xue Zhiqian smiled slightly, his eyes were very relaxed.

The Seventh Realm?!

Ning Qingru's eyes were about to pop out, and the gaze that looked at Xue Zhiqian became extremely strange, damn, what kind of monster is this? I heard that he is only nineteen years old, right?

Ning Qingru asked himself if he couldn't reach his realm when he was nineteen years old, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, full of emotion.

"Okay, you return to your position, next, Yang Youfang ........"

With Xue Zhiqian's Zhuyu in front, no matter how good others are, it seems that they can only be reduced to foils, Yang Youfang punched eighty-one punches, and then he stopped tremblingly, leaving Xue Zhiqian behind, this is probably the best result in class 11.

It's just that everyone didn't feel shocked, and even ignored the fact that Yang Youfang had ten more punches than Yao Chen.

Some people may say that this Yang Youfang is just a mediocre talent, he was able to punch more than 40 punches last time, and this time he hit more than 80 punches, compared with Yao Chen and Chai Xukun, the progress is average.

But Ning Qingru knew that the first eighty punches were just foreshadowing, and the eighty-first punch that Yang Youfang hit was clearly more ruthless than the first eighty punches.

The essence of the Hundred Refining Fist is probably the last twenty punches, Ning Qingru thought so.

The students behind began to step forward in turn, some made great progress, some stood still, and even worse, they still couldn't even swing a punch.

Li Yifeng watched coldly and didn't say anything.

After all, although there are a few seedlings in these eleven classes, most of them are still waste, which is an indisputable fact.

In the end, it's time for Ning Qingru.

Li Yifeng still remembered this handsome young man vividly, and the new face that appeared in the last class made him indifferent to the fact that that the kid still brought his own playthings with him in class, how could he become a successful person in such a way? He even felt that this kid's family sent him to Changxin College as a stupid way to waste money and favors.

How can rotten wood be carved?

"Come on. ”

Li Yifeng saw Ning Qingru standing still, and said indifferently.

At the same time, the eleventh class students behind Ning Qingru all booed, and even worse, there were a few sneers.

No one thought that Ning Qingru would be practicing the Hundred Refining Fist in the past few days, and even more so, even thought that this guy couldn't even punch out.

Ning Qingru exhaled slowly, suddenly raised his head, looked at Li Yifeng, and smiled. Li Yifeng was slightly stunned, he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in this kid's gourd, but it was obvious that he didn't like Ning Qingru's actions very much, and just as he was about to scold him, Ning Qingru moved.