Gaowu Fantasy: My Talent Has No Limit

Chu Yang couldn't help clicking his tongue, this job is really simple and rough.

"But generally there is no trouble, if you drink as much as you want and persuade you to go out, you will be fine."

Wang Cheng stood up, led Chu Yang and Zhou Jingling out of the door, pointed to a room, and said, "That's your warrior's usual rest room, the innermost one is the training room, I won't say much else, you come for two days That's it. Oh, there are still some warriors who haven't come, I'll introduce you after work."

Chu Yang nodded.

"That's fine, I won't play with you and Jing Ling anymore, I'll fight with my friends, I guess the grandson is waiting impatiently!"

Wang Cheng said hello, turned and returned to the office.

"Isn't the place I'm looking for good? It can make money and practice, but it really wastes a lot of effort on my part. How can you thank me?"

Zhou Jingling said with a smile.

Chu Yang said with a smile: "I won't say thank you, I will definitely hit you with all my strength when we compete again!"

Zhou Jingling grinned in phantom pain, patted Chu Yang's shoulder and said, "Okay, seeing your eyes shining anxiously looking at the training room, I'll go back and not bother you, I'll wait for you at the dam at night .”

"it is good!"

After Chu Yang watched Zhou Jingling go downstairs, he turned around and walked towards the depths of the second floor. He pushed open the solid wood door that said training room, and when he walked in, he saw a spacious space of about 200 square meters, inside which were placed all kinds of martial arts training equipment , sandbags, wooden dummy stakes, barbells, dynamometers, etc., and there are four or five virtual helmets.

This is just a practice room left unused in a bar, unexpectedly it is so luxuriously furnished.

Now that Chu Yang has successfully practiced the primary breathing technique, in addition to practicing Xingyiquan, he absorbs energy to increase his blood, so he began to carry out strength training such as weight-bearing push-ups and squats.

Half an hour later, I started to practice Xingyiquan again. The shape of a monkey is like lightning, and the fast ones will pull out afterimages.

I don't know how long it took, Chu Yang instinctively felt hungry, stopped his body, and heard the deafening music from downstairs began to pass up, the voices were noisy, he stopped concentrating, and there were a few steady and powerful footsteps outside the door sounded.

Immediately, five people pushed away and walked in. These people were all in their thirties, tall and strong, and they were obviously first-order warriors. Among them was a man with a square face and a solemn expression, his blood was astonishing. , is impressively a Tier 2 warrior.

This group of people was chatting, laughing, and full of nasty words, but they didn't expect Chu Yang to be in the training room, so they stopped and stared at him.

Chu Yang knew that these were probably future colleagues, so he said, "I'm new here today, please give me your advice in the future."

Hearing that Chu Yang is a new warrior, the man with a square face nodded as a greeting, and the rest of the people reluctantly agreed, one of the men with a stern look squinted at Chu Yang, and sighed. With a sound, he passed by.

Chu Yang didn't care about the indifference and alienation of these people. Anyway, he just came here to make money and practice. What's his attitude? What should he do?

Seeing five people continue talking and laughing and walking inside, four of them picked up the virtual helmets and put them on, lying comfortably on the chairs, looking relaxed, probably fishing in troubled waters.

On the contrary, the man with the square face changed into a black bunt, and after a simple movement of his fists and feet, he began to practice.

After Chu Yang glanced at it, he turned and left the practice room, and walked around downstairs. The deafening music, restless and distorted men and women made Chu Yang quite bored. He watched a fat middle-aged man with his arms around A beautiful woman whispered in her ear, touched down with her right hand uneasily, turned around and left and returned to the practice room.

Feelings are really like what Wang Cheng said, don't worry about anything.

In the training room, the man with the square face was hitting a sandbag. Chu Yang looked intently, and saw him twist his feet and send his right fist like a hammer, and he slammed it out. .

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of boxing was like a hammer and drum, dull and fierce. The man with the square face seemed to be punching tirelessly, adjusting his posture from time to time.

"The strength of a second-tier martial artist is indeed terrifying. If he uses martial arts, his combat power must be astonishing." Chu Yang was shocked in his heart, and immediately turned his head to start practicing with great interest.

The man with the square face glanced at Chu Yang, then continued hitting the sandbag.

At around 11:30, Chu Yang greeted Wang Cheng, left the bar, and went to find Zhou Jingling.

...

On the Qinglong River Dam, Zhou Jingling stood quietly in the dark night, when suddenly, a dull sound came.

"call!"

"boom!"

Staring at him, I saw Chu Yang's figure slowly walking out of the darkness. Every step he took, he punched, slashed, or elbowed, with a solemn and pious expression.

"Now I know why you improved so fast!"

Zhou Jingling smiled wryly, originally he thought that he was already serious about his cultivation, but he never thought that Chu Yang was so crazy that he would not forget to practice even walking.

"While walking, you can not only practice Zhuang Gong, but also strengthen the training of your steps. The effect is good." Chu Yang said.

Zhou Jingling nodded, the more he came into contact with Chu Yang, the more he admired him.

"You have been here for a long time, do you have any insights?" Chu Yang asked, pointing at the Qinglong River.

"Enlightenment? Here are just some mountains and rivers, what can be enlightened?" Zhou Jingling asked puzzled.

Chu Yang frowned, thought for a moment, recalled the situation that day, pointed to the rushing Qinglong River under his feet and explained: "Your father once said that a warrior is a breath of effort, going forward indomitably. momentum."

"That day when I stood here, I saw the river under my feet surging like blood in my body. A bright moon was shining in the sky, shining thousands of miles away. I felt extremely refreshed in my heart. When I performed Xingyiquan again, it was as smooth as fish in water."

Chu Yang didn't know how to teach Zhou Jingling. This kind of mysterious and mysterious state of mind can only be understood but not expressed in words, so he can only describe the scene at that time in detail as much as possible.

Zhou Jingling pondered for a while, nodded, and said: "I understand what you mean, it must be this Qinglonghe that restrains me and prevents me from comprehending!"