Out of the office of the poisonous eagle, Fat Di began to take figure-eight steps when he walked, happy hehe, plus a big belly, short head, a Maitreya Buddha.

And Zhang Wu also began to introduce his martial arts career, stood on the pile for more than a year, fought with boxing champions in the Nan-style martial arts gym, and later hospitalized his disciples, and fed Li He, and finally came here.

Fat Di listened to his fighting career, his eyebrows and eyes twitched, and he only felt that his whole body hurt, his liver hurt, his stomach hurt, and his eggs hurt!

Dare to fight black boxing with this kind of goods?

I really don't know whether to live or die!

And listening to the poison eagle, Zhang Wu also won one game yesterday, he really went out and hit the train and stepped on the dog S luck!

"Zhang Wu, you still don't want to go to the ring in the past month, train first, master some skills, not to mention comprehensive practice, at least you must have understanding, when you encounter opponents with these moves, you have to understand how to deal with them!"

"Okay, I'll listen to you!"

As soon as Zhang Wu heard Fat Di's words, he secretly thought that this fat man was worthy of being a black boxing agent, he had just introduced himself, and people knew his weaknesses and had a way!

And Fat Di also breathed a sigh of relief, he was afraid of meeting a second stunned person, relying on his background, he couldn't do it, he didn't admit it, and in the end he had to be strong, he was beaten to death in the ring, and he was the one who carried the black pot, and the poisonous eagle asked for the guilt, which was not fun!

followed Fat Di to a training ground, Heicun has its own professional training ground, but it is a separate private room, which needs to be rented for money, and renting a venue alone is a big cost.

Fat Di was also generous enough, he didn't let Zhang Wu pay for it, he paid for a month's room by himself.

This is a way to deal with people, let Zhang Wuda take a look, at least it shows that this fat man is very easy to get along with, and knows that there is a reward for paying, otherwise when he encounters an iron rooster, he just wants to pick you, and he is annoyed to death.

This month, Zhang Wu conducted closed training, said hello to his parents, said hello to Han Xiaolei, who was calling every day, and began his black boxing journey.

Every morning, except for standing on the pile, there is no freedom at all, everything has to be arranged by Fat Di, he will invite you to invite experienced black boxing masters, and instill in you all kinds of fighting tips, which is the experience that fighters exchange their lives for.

He was also exposed to judo, Muay Thai, taekwondo, and various coaches, which opened Zhang Wu's eyes.

At the same time, he conducts all kinds of extreme training, and kicks the iron plate a thousand times a day, this alone will make Zhang Wu die half of his life, people are not iron, you kick the iron plate with flesh and blood, that's not looking for abuse!

But Fat Di said it well.

"This is a compulsory training course for all black boxing masters, others kick sandbags, you kick iron plates, others run 10,000 meters a day, you run 20,000 meters for me, others squat a thousand times a day, you squat for me 3,000 times, as long as you don't lose your ability to move, don't practice and scrap it, give me persistence, persistence, persistence!"

It's not enough to train you as a machine in this way, but also to brainwash you every day and teach you the so-called "master's consciousness", that is, you must be ruthless, merciful or merciful, either you die or I die, only the winner can live in the black boxing ring!

Instilling such a concept in you every day, saying that it is not the top of the list, ten times when the wind is in your ears, after a hundred times, you will follow him involuntarily grinding, after a thousand times, your original thoughts begin to waver, after ten thousand times, is your belief still there?

If you tell a lie a thousand times, he is telling the truth, a thousand times is not enough, is a hundred thousand times enough?

Speaking of which, when you want to vomit when you hear this, will your personality change subtly?

Zhang Wu is not a saint, although he has the wisdom of his previous life, his cultivation is very high, his temper is very good, and his mind is firm, but he can't withstand the brainwashing from morning to night.

A month passed in the blink of an eye, and when Zhang Wu took off his training clothes, put on his tunic suit, and opened the door, the sun shone down, making him involuntarily squint, take a deep breath, and enjoy the beauty of the air.

This month, Zhang Wu's spirit has changed significantly, the smile on his face is less than before, and there is more coldness in his eyes.

But Zhang Wu knows that in fact, he is not hard, the most bitter is Fat Di, who lost 20 pounds of weight in a month, how much suffering is this?

And this month's contact, the fat man's heartfelt concern, thinking about him everywhere, Zhang Wu remembered it in his heart and would not forget it.

He had few friends, he had no friends when he was in school, only Han Xiaolei counted as one, and later Li He counted as one, and now Fat Di is also counted as one!

"Zhang Wu, you take a day off to adjust your state, start the game tomorrow, and I'll arrange it for you!" Fat Di came out of the room, the whole person was in a circle, his skin was not as smooth as before, and his oily face was no longer there, and he was like Zhang Wu, he had a transformation.

"Okay!" Zhang Wu didn't talk nonsense, and he cherished words like gold more than before.

Walking out of the black village along the road, getting into the car going home, and taking out his mobile phone, they were all Han Xiaolei's text messages, one every day was essential, and he didn't hide his liking at all.

But Zhang Wu only glanced at a few of them, and then stopped looking.

I didn't dare to accept Han Xiaolei before, but now I am fighting black boxing, and I can't tell you that I will die in the ring one day, and my mood is very important when boxing, with his current ability, talking about love, and being bound by feelings, will only make him die faster!

Back home, Yang Xin had already made a table full of sumptuous lunches, Zhang Zhiwei didn't go to work, he hadn't seen his son for a long time, and he finally came back, no matter how busy he was at work, he had to ask for leave.

But when the two saw Zhang Wu, they suddenly felt a little more unfamiliar, and quietly glanced at each other, and the couple didn't know why.

"Mom and Dad!" Zhang Wu entered the house, he hadn't seen his parents for a long time, his thoughts exploded, and he suddenly diluted his indifference, and returned to the state of the good son, looking at his parents with a smile.

"Xiao Wu, sit down, Mom made you something delicious, come and taste it!" Yang Xin was very happy, although he hadn't seen him for a few months, his son had changed a lot, he had grown taller, and his personality had become mature, and his every move was more like an adult, but no matter how much he changed, he was still her son.

"Mom, it's delicious!" Zhang Wufeng swept the clouds, took a big pot, filled it with rice and began to eat wildly, but every dish on the table would be left for his parents, and the rest were all eaten cleanly, and the amount of food increased again.

"Don't worry, eat slowly" The couple were busy serving Zhang Wu vegetables, and the family was happy.

In the afternoon, Yang Xin proposed to go shopping, of course Zhang Wu had no opinion, Zhang Zhiwei was a typical wife, and Yang Rui never refuted what he said.

The day passed like this, Zhang Wu had gone through closed training, and his psychology was already a little cold, but after the warmth of family affection, he was alive again and provided him with motivation for boxing.

Your parents are still so young, you are only twenty years old, what if you die in black boxing, so you have to go all out and play extra well in every fight, for yourself and for your family!

The next morning, Zhang Wu was standing on the stake, and suddenly felt something, and began to wave his fist into the air, and every time he hit, there would be a sound of "poof, puff", and each punch used all his strength.

When he got to the back, Zhang Wu became more and more comfortable, his body trembled, his spine was pressed down, his waist and hips were accumulated, and the power was transmitted to his fists, and then his whole body was so "twisted", his fists burst out, and the sound of "bang" a big drum sounded, and Zhang Wu's short hair stood up, like a car crash!

Li He practiced for seven or eight years to reach this realm, and Zhang Wu could practice it in more than a year!

After finishing the work, Zhang Wu only felt comfortable all over his body, and the feeling of venting his strength made him feel very refreshed.

After breakfast, say goodbye to my parents, take the car to the black village, there is a competition in the evening, a month of hard training, and the time has come to verify the results!