Wash your face, or run all the way to the Yangwei Martial Arts Hall.

Yesterday he became famous, Zhang Yue has become a star in the martial arts hall, and everyone who sees him, whether it is a coach or a student, greets him warmly. Occasionally, someone didn't know him, and after hearing about Zhang Yue's glorious deeds, they all admired him when they looked at him.

The Tianqi Empire vigorously promoted the development of martial arts, and in the second global war twenty years ago, it was countless warriors who shed their blood and played a victorious identity for Daqi. Martial arts masters are generally admired by the people, just like big stars, although Zhang Yue is only a budding star, but the martial arts spirit and perseverance he showed in the battle are the easiest things to impress those ordinary people.

I can not be as strong as you, but the will to fight cannot be lost, especially Zhang Yue's magical comeback in the end, which pushed the emotions of the spectators to the peak. It can be said that in the hearts of these people, Zhang Yue is already their idol.

"Those sparring partners were arranged for me today?" Zhang Yue asked with a smile when he saw Coach Chen.

"Good boy, I thought you wouldn't be able to come today, there is no problem with your body, right?"

Zhang Yue patted his chest: "It's great, there is no problem at all." ”

"Okay, let's test your kid's strength first and see how far it goes. ”

"Good. Zhang Yue also had this intention, after taking the second Peiyuan pill, his condition was so good that he was about to explode.

Or came to the fist machine first, the arm muscles tightened, and the whole body was like a big bow full of strings, and the right fist was struck out with a snort.

Bang!

266 kg!

Zhang Yue looked at the numbers rising into the sky with mixed feelings.

Once upon a time, I dragged my weak physique and practiced hard day and night, expecting a miracle.

Now the miracle has finally happened.

The fist power exceeds 260 kilograms, collectively known as ninth-level martial artists, which is basically the limit of human strength, and if you want to take a step forward and break through the 300 kilogram mark, it is only possible to become a martial artist.

"Okay, you've reached the ninth level. Coach Chen exclaimed, and took Zhang Yue to test his arm strength, leg strength, reaction speed and other physical indicators, all of which reached the standard of a ninth-level martial artist.

After the test was completed, Coach Chen threw over a black martial arts uniform: "For you." ”

"What is this?"

"The martial arts uniform for senior coaches, which is commonly known as the master uniform we call here, is only qualified to be worn by ninth-level martial artists. ”

"But I'm not a coach. ”

Coach Chen laughed: "Why, you look down on us and don't want to be our coach?"

"Can I do it?" Zhang Yue touched the pure black martial arts uniform, I don't know what kind of material the clothes were made of, it was smooth and tough to the touch, and the style was also very atmospheric, he wanted to see what he was wearing.

"If you can't, no one but the owner will be able to do it. Coach Chen patted him on the shoulder, "Put it on, many people are still waiting for your class." You left early yesterday, and there are more than 30 new students in our martial arts hall in one day, all of whom are named to take your class. ”

Zhang Yue changed into a brand-new black master uniform and walked into the No. 1 practice room, the largest in the martial arts hall, and the students inside bowed and saluted: "Hello coach!"

Zhang Yue was taken aback and subconsciously returned the salute.

This group of students are all new to the martial arts hall, and they saw Zhang Yue's battle yesterday, and they are all enthusiastic, and there are students in school, and there are also people who have just graduated, and they are not very old.

They are generally liberal arts students, and most of them have already joined the martial arts hall if their economic conditions allow.

Zhang Yue was beating a drum in his heart, he was only in his third year of high school, and he suddenly wanted to be a teacher for so many people, so he really didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, they are all young people, and they can't be cold, and someone has already asked: "Coach Zhang, I watched your battle yesterday, why did your martial arts suddenly become so powerful, and you can fight against a master with just ordinary moves?"

He didn't ask Zhang Yue about the great increase in strength, Zhang Yue realized that the sense of qi had spread, but he was curious about why the martial arts could also improve by leaps and bounds.

Zhang Yue scratched his head, and he couldn't explain the matter of Lingjue Dan, so he could only bite the bullet and say: "Maybe it's an epiphany, it's like riding a bicycle, it turns out that it always falls, and suddenly it will happen." ”

A young girl, who looked like a junior high school student, said delicately: "Coach, you guide us, we also want to have an epiphany." ”

"Yes, yes, teach us a few tricks, the kind that can fight against the masters. ”

An older young man with glasses said: "Don't embarrass the coach, how can the martial arts be taught casually, then you have to apprentice." ”

In the Tianqi Empire, apprenticeship is a very serious matter, and even special ceremonies are held, and some traditional people even require disciples to kowtow and serve tea.

Everyone understands this truth, and everyone has a look of disappointment on their faces.

Zhang Yue said with a smile: "Actually, I don't know how to learn anything, the martial arts I have learned are similar to everyone else's." ”

There was a look of disbelief on everyone's faces.

"What? don't you believe it? Look, I'll give you a set of 12 long fist styles. ”

The new students looked at each other, the twelve styles of Changquan, which is something in the standard textbook of the martial arts class in elementary school. This boxing method is more expensive than the big road goods, and the popularity is second only to the tenth set of broadcast gymnastics.

In fact, the vast majority of people believe that the 12 styles of Changquan only have the effect of fitness, and cannot be used against the enemy at all.

Before demonstrating the 12 Changquan Styles, Zhang Yue closed his eyes and pondered for a moment.

I don't know how many people have worn that shabby protective suit, but there are very few masters in it. But it is such an ordinary protective suit, which actually condenses the spirit of martial arts.

Such a martial arts spirit, there is no earth-shattering mastery, nor any mysterious and changing moves, but only the simplest and most direct martial arts experience condensed by the sweat of countless people and the pain of being beaten.

The 12 Styles of Changquan are simple and straightforward, and are the most suitable boxing techniques to show the experience of martial arts.

Countless memory fragments flashed through his mind, all of which were all kinds of shots similar to the twelve styles of the Long Fist. In fact, many boxing methods have the shadow of the 12 styles of Changquan, after all, it is the basic action of the technique, and it can even be said that countless boxing methods are the result of the combination of the 12 styles of Changquan.

Zhang Yue opened his eyes, took a deep breath, made a mistake with his feet, and waved his arm to hit the first form: stepping up and punching.

He simply took a step forward and threw a punch, and the muscles in his arms bulged out from back to front like a ball, pushing the momentum of this punch to the peak.

Ha!

Zhang Yue shouted, his fist reached its peak, and there was a boom in the air, as if a firecracker had been set off.

The students' eyes were straight, obviously they had all learned to punch up, but the coach played it, why was it so fierce and mighty?

It was as if it were not a fist, but a real cannonball.

Zhang Yue practiced one after another, disrupting the original order of his punches and combining moves as he pleased, as if he were fighting fiercely with an invisible enemy.

The wind was whistling in the practice room, and the students all retreated to the corner unconsciously, with a look of horror on their faces.

In their eyes, Zhang Yue, who was practicing boxing, was like a real tiger, roaring and pounced in the mountains and forests, venting the majesty of his own king of the jungle.

Whew-

A sharp arrow-like air flow erupted from his mouth, Zhang Yue retracted his fist and stood solemnly, and asked the students who looked stupid, "Do you understand?"