Gaowu Fantasy: My Talent Has No Limit

"Hahaha, I knew it would be this result!"

Zhou Jingling smiled gloatingly at the side, "Ordinary shoes can't withstand the strength of a warrior at all, so I usually go to the martial arts store to buy supplies. I have a pair of new shoes in my bag, so you can deal with them first!"

Chu Yang is not pretentious. He opened his schoolbag on the ground and found a pair of shoes. They look like they should be quite expensive. After trying them on twice, they still fit well. He looked up at Zhou Jingling and smiled, "No wonder you are in such a hurry between classes." I ran to the martial arts club, so I was waiting for me to make a fool of myself? Thanks, these shoes are good, wait for me to find a part-time job in two days, and pay you back if I make money."

"Forget it, it's just a pair of shoes. I'll give it to you for the sake of paying me for playing so well."

Zhou Jingling waved his hands nonchalantly, lay on the ground and said, "Aren't you tired?"

"tired?"

Hearing what Zhou Jingling said, the excitement during the battle just now gradually dissipated, and Chu Yang felt the burning pain in his lungs, his arms were sore and sore, and he was still trembling slightly.

He took off his clothes and saw that his arms were blue and red, especially the fist mark on his shoulders, which had turned black from black.

A sense of exhaustion followed, and Chu Yang also sat on the ground, silently performing the breathing technique to restore the exhausted qi and blood.

At this time, Zhou Jingling got up from the ground, rummaged through his schoolbag for a while, took out two bottles of spray, and threw one bottle to Chu Yang.

"This is a special effect spray developed by Xiuling Company. It has a quick effect on removing blood stasis and recovering from trauma. It will save your parents worry when you go home."

Zhou Jingling took off his clothes, revealing his arms, which were also covered in blue and red, and carefully sprayed the medicine.

Chu Yang sprayed on his arms and shoulders twice, only to feel refreshed and cool, exuding a faint medicinal fragrance.

After a while, the blue and red on both arms had dissipated.

"These are all medicines that warriors always have. It's normal for you to become a warrior without knowing it."

Zhou Jingling rubbed the medicine and said, "You really are crazy when you fight! But to be honest, Chu Yang, you really haven't learned martial arts?"

Chu Yang shook his head.

"If that's the case!"

Zhou Jingling straightened his expression and said slowly: "Chu Yang, your strength, speed, and vitality are all quite satisfactory, but your fighting instinct is very strong, stronger than many warriors. This kind of instinct is very rare, and it will be very important for you to practice martial arts in the future. helpful."

Chu Yang recalled that just now he was indeed fighting by instinct, then looked at Zhou Jingling and asked, "How much of your strength did you use just now?"

"Hahaha, I have been practicing longer than you, so you don't need to compare with me, but I can show it off."

While Zhou Jingling was speaking, he walked up to a tree, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly raised his right hand. Chu Yang intuitively felt that Zhou Jingling was quite different from before, and seemed to have a majestic momentum, and saw Zhou Jingling suddenly punched out.

"Roar!"

In an instant, an illusory crimson tiger appeared on his fist, lifelike and majestic.

"Crack!"

The tree, which was as thick as the mouth of a bowl, broke into two pieces at the middle, and fell to the ground with a bang.

And Zhou Jingling's face was also a little pale.

"New technique?"

Chu Yang said in surprise.

"Yes, it's called Fierce Tiger Fist, and it can burst out extremely strong Qi and blood power for a short time."

Zhou Jingling explained: "Chu Yang, you should also learn martial arts. Before the college entrance examination, it is enough to practice a martial art to the introductory stage. Otherwise, in the actual combat test, you will only be beaten."

Chu Yang nodded, then said, "Why did you tell me this?"

Zhou Jingling turned his head to look at Chu Yang, and said with a smile: "My father often said to me that a martial artist fights with the breath in his heart, risking his life and forgetting to die, and goes forward indomitably. Without this idea, he can't walk on the road of a martial artist Far."

"You are different from other people in our class who want to take the martial arts exam. They are worried every day, worrying about gains and losses, but you have this kind of anger in your heart!"

Zhou Jingling looked at Chu Yang with burning eyes and said.

Chu Yang smiled dumbly, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Seeing that you are usually aloof in class, you are quite talkative if you don't make it."

"No way, what they think about is how to get into a better liberal arts university, so that they can find a job after graduating from that major, and what I think about is how to cultivate, so naturally we can't talk together."

Zhou Jingling shrugged and said helplessly, "Let's go, go back to eat, I'm getting hungry after the fight!"

The two of them had almost rested. After returning to the cafeteria for a full meal, Zhou Jingling returned to the classroom and said to Chu Yang before leaving: "If you want to practice martial arts, the old martial arts in the martial arts club are suitable for you, but If you want to practice new techniques, you have to buy them online. It’s just that the new techniques consume a lot of energy, and it’s still worthwhile to practice the old techniques before the third level!”

After Chu Yang and Zhou Jingling separated, they went straight to the Martial Arts Club.

At this time, there were not many people in the Martial Arts Club, and some took advantage of the lunch break to practice breathing techniques and pile skills, and some were itching to compete on the stone platform. Not as fierce as Chu Yang just hit.

And those students who have already become first-order warriors have other training places, which are not here.

After looking around, Chu Yang walked to the depths of the martial arts club, and saw a teacher in his forties in the duty room, and said, "Teacher, I want to learn martial arts."

"name!"

The teacher looked up and said casually.

Chu Yang said: "Grade Three, Class Three, Chu Yang."

After operating the screen a few times, the teacher nodded and said, "Well, let's go in."

Chu Yang pushed open the door and saw a very spacious room inside, with reclining chairs and more than ten virtual helmets on the table in front of him. He picked one up and put it on, and lay down on the chair.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already come to the virtual space of the school.