Gaowu Fantasy: My Talent Has No Limit

If other people heard what Zhou Jingling said, they might think it was a provocation.

But Chu Yang and Zhou Jingling were in the third class, so he naturally knew that he was just straight-tempered and had no other meaning behind his words.

After thinking for a while, Chu Yang agreed and said, "Then let's leave school at noon, there will be more time."

"Okay, let's go to the woods behind the school, where there are fewer people and quieter, no one will disturb you."

Zhou Jingling said.

"it is good!"

Chu Yang smiled and nodded.

He once heard from classmates in his class that Zhou Jingling's family background is good, and he seems to be a branch of a family in another province. What he practices is not the "Green Mountain Elementary Breathing Technique" issued by the school, but the exercises handed down from his family. Mastered martial arts.

This is a rare opportunity to practice actual combat, and to see how far he is compared with other warriors.

In the classroom, other students looked at Chu Yang enviously, warrior! From now on, we will not be the same people!

Time flies, the cultural class in the morning is over.

Zhou Jingling stood up from his seat, carrying his schoolbag, and shouted at Chu Yang, "Let's go, Chu Yang!"

"Why are you in such a hurry, waiting to be beaten!"

Chu Yang said with a smile.

"Haha, okay, I'll wait for you to defeat me in a while!"

Zhou Jingling laughed and walked out of the classroom side by side with Chu Yang.

Feng Shupeng watched Zhou Jingling talking and laughing with Chu Yang, who was usually aloof and aloof, and couldn't help feeling sour. He knew that although Zhou Jingling was extremely low-key on weekdays, his family background was extraordinary, and he didn't communicate much with other classmates on weekdays, showing a sense of estrangement.

Just because he is a martial artist, he looks at Chu Yang differently, which makes him feel a little complicated.

"Warrior!"

"Forget it, my talent is not good, I accept my fate!"

Feng Shupeng looked down at the flashing game screen on his phone, and couldn't help sighing sadly.

...

The two chatted while walking, and after a while, they came to the woods behind the school.

The environment here is quiet and there is no one around, it is a good place to practice martial arts.

Zhou Jingling threw down his schoolbag and took off his jacket, revealing his white bunt martial arts uniform. His bare arms were full of muscles and full of wild strength. After jumping on the spot a few times, he moved his hands and feet and smiled at Chu Yang. Said: "You have never practiced martial arts, so you will definitely not be able to beat me. In this way, you attack me first, and let me see which aspects of you are stronger. When you choose the martial arts to practice, you should have a focus."

Putting on this Tai Chi boxing frame, he said, "Don't worry, just fight with all your strength!"

"Okay, be careful!"

Chu Yang didn't hesitate, after a simple warm-up, after a reminder, he moved his toes on the ground.

"Tap Tat Tat!"

Kicking off a piece of dirt under his feet, the man rushed towards Zhou Jingling like a fierce tiger, and directly punched him in the chest.

Although Chu Yang has never practiced martial arts and doesn't know how to exert strength, he has seen many videos of warriors fighting, and he can still perform simple attacks.

"The speed is good, the basic skills are very solid, I have worked hard!"

Zhou Jingling still had time to comment on Chu Yang's offensive.

Seeing Chu Yang's fist approaching, Zhou Jingling suddenly drew a circle on his chest with both hands.

The left hand flicked towards Chu Yang's right arm, and the back of the right hand was thrown out like a spark.

Chu Yang instinctively felt that his abdomen was empty and something was wrong, so he quickly withdrew his fist and punched it down.

"what?"

Seeing Chu Yang hastily changed his moves, Zhou Jingling was a little flustered, but blocked the attack with his right hand extremely accurately, and he was startled.

Immediately, the palm gesture changed.

After suddenly withdrawing his right palm one foot, he slapped Chu Yang's chest at twice the speed as before.

But what shocked Zhou Jingling again was that Chu Yang punched out, which happened to be aimed at his right hand.

Zhou Jingling hurriedly stopped his offensive, stepped back a few steps, frowned, looked at Chu Yang suspiciously, and asked, "You really haven't cultivated fruit martial arts?"

Chu Yang shook his head, "No, I just watched more game videos!"

Zhou Jingling was taken aback.

Immediately he said in a deep voice: "I used Taijiquan just now, and I am not very proficient. Now I use Tongbeiquan. I attack and you defend."

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Jingling came towards Chu Yang in a flash like a white ape. The wind of his fists tore through the air, whining, and attacked Chu Yang extremely swiftly.

Chu Yang knew that Zhou Jingling had used his real skills, so he didn't dare to be distracted in the slightest. He stared closely at his shoulders, crossed his legs, and tried to quickly distinguish which arm he used, which foot he kicked, and which kick he used as explained in the martial arts video. To his own position, and then quickly waved his arms to intercept the counterattack.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two clashed in an instant, and the four arms drew afterimages, and they collided violently, making a dull sound.

The older Zhou Jingling was, the more surprised he was. What Chu Yang showed was not like a warrior who was promoted just yesterday.

After fighting like this for a while, Chu Yang only felt that his arms seemed to be a little soft, like heavy lead, his eyes became unreal, his heart was beating violently, as if he could hear the blood rushing rapidly, and his chest was very tight.

Zhou Jingling noticed Chu Yang's strangeness, and quickly shouted: "Holding your breath forcibly will hurt your body, use the breathing technique!"

Chu Yang's heart moved, and he quickly activated the breathing technique, and the blood gradually calmed down, the soreness in his arms receded, and he became strong again. He punched Zhou Jingling powerfully. Attacking, there were a few punches on the body, but they were just hitting vigorously, as if they didn't feel half of it, and rushed forward again in a flash.

"Happy, it's been a long time since I played so happily!"

Zhou Jingling's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and the faster and faster he hit, Chu Yang was struggling to defend himself, and less than a minute later, he was punched several more times.

Can't keep defending!

Chu Yang focused his eyes and saw that Zhou Jingling's chest was exposed. Suddenly, thinking of seeing a martial artist performing a poke in the video, Fuzhi kicked out his right foot suddenly.

But it's just that I haven't practiced it before, so I kicked it high in a hurry, and kicked directly on Zhou Jingling's abdomen.

And Zhou Jingling was throwing a punch, but he didn't block it with one hand.

He could only shrink his abdomen suddenly, and then continued to attack non-stop, swapping injuries for injuries, and punched Chu Yang on the shoulder.

"boom!"

Zhou Jingling's figure flickered, he staggered back three or four steps, tripped over a dead branch lying on the ground, and sat down on the ground.

But Chu Yang fell to the ground with a punch, and immediately rolled over as soon as he landed.

The right foot suddenly gained strength, and with a "click", the shoe on the foot was instantly torn apart.

Chu Yang was stunned for a moment, eyes full of astonishment.