Gaowu Fantasy: My Talent Has No Limit

It was nearly twelve o'clock, the traffic on the street was sparse, and there were few pedestrians. On the empty long street, Chu Yang's lonely figure ran quickly from a distance.

His speed is just faster than ordinary first-order fighters, and he just took the opportunity to practice. As long as he makes a breakthrough, he can get huge gains.

The colorful neon lights beside him quickly retreated, pulling out a colorful line, and heading towards the east of the city.

There is a Qinglong River in Yongchang City, which runs through the city. The cultural facilities are well built. During the day, there are many tourists. Now it is late at night, and only a few scattered couples are walking.

Chu Yang walked along the stone road by the Qinglong River for a while, and after calming down his restless blood, he opened the three-body pile, punched each step, and walked towards the distance.

At this time, beside the dim river, a bright moon hangs high in the sky. Looking at the shining lights in the city in the distance, Chu Yang feels a sense of joy in his heart. Wisps of energy were sucked into the abdomen, and the blood gradually increased.

After nearly ten miles of punching and punching, and almost out of Yongchang City, I saw a majestic dam spanning both sides of the Qinglong River. Standing on the dam, Chu Yang looked up at the bright moon in the sky, looked down at the rushing river, and intuitively felt Full of boldness and agitation, the heaven, earth and galaxy are all in my chest!

As soon as the thoughts in my mind changed, I immediately felt a different aura in my body, and when I performed Xingyiquan again, every punch and kick seemed to have a majestic aura.

Although Chu Yang's current state is still very low, this kind of state of mind is a state that countless warriors can't even comprehend in their dreams.

The splitting fist is like a magic knife cutting across the sky, and the collapsing fist is like cracking a mountain, destroying an isolated city.

The Pao Fist is like a thunderbolt, and the Drill Fist is like a dragon soaring into the abyss, which is powerful for thousands of miles.

With every move and every move, Chu Yang's realm is rapidly improving.

When his body was exhausted, Chu Yang sat cross-legged on the dam and practiced breathing techniques to recover his qi and blood. After being revived with full blood, he continued to practice again like a madman.

Chang Ye was about to end, and the red sun was rising. Chu Yang got up and walked home before his mother got up to cook.

Still the same as last night, walking piles and practicing boxing, with a pious attitude, after entering the urban area and encountering people, he started a long-distance run and returned home.

Seeing that the time was just right, my mother was making breakfast in the kitchen, and she was surprised to see Chu Yang coming back from the outside, and asked, "Yangyang, why did you get up so early?"

Lin Ruoqing could not imagine that Chu Yang slipped out in the middle of the night and did not return all night.

After washing his face, Chu Yang said, "Wake up early and go for a run. It seems like you will pass the martial arts college entrance examination."

"Oh!"

Lin Ruoqing didn't doubt that there was him, but she cared and said: "Yesterday you practiced so late and woke up so early, don't train your body to the point of failure!"

Chu Yang comforted: "It's okay Mom, I have a sense of propriety."

"That's good, you go to rest for a while, your father and Xiaoyue haven't woken up yet."

Lin Ruoqing shouted from the kitchen.

...

After a simple breakfast, Chu Yang came to school by bus.

As soon as he entered the class, Zhou Jingling surrounded him, looked at Chu Yang suspiciously, and asked in surprise, "Why do you feel that you are a little different from yesterday?"

Chu Yang asked with a smile, "What's the difference?"

"You seem to have an extra aura on your body, it's strange!"

Zhou Jingling said: "This feeling has been felt by the masters around my dad, but those are third-tier warriors, and you are only first-tier."

Chu Yang didn't expect Zhou Jingling to be so perceptive. He caught the change in his mood last night. As for the momentum in his mouth, Chu Yang himself didn't know too much. He only knew that he was more relaxed and calm when he was practicing boxing. .

"Are you still playing today?"

Zhou Jingling didn't know if he felt wrong, so he changed his mind and asked.

"Fight, I will try to kick you more today!"

Chu Yang said, it would be a pity not to agree to the partner who was sent to the door.

Chu Yang practiced all night without sleeping, although he didn't feel tired at all, but if things go on like this, hidden diseases will inevitably appear in his body.

Chu Yang's liberal arts scores were among the best in the class, and he had already learned almost all the things he needed to learn, so he fell asleep on the table not long after class.

Zhou Jianfeng, the homeroom teacher, saw Chu Yang sleeping and shook his head. He didn't say much. He wanted to apply for the martial arts exam. He must have practiced hard last night and missed a few classes.

At noon, Chu Yang and Zhou Jingling went to the grove to compete again. What surprised Zhou Jingling again was that Chu Yang fought him back and forth. When time is running out, when to display the counterattack.

Of course, this was also the reason why Zhou Jingling's strength was similar to Chu Yang's. If he was a warrior of the second or third rank, even if Chu Yang's instincts were terrifying, he would not be able to defend against a punch from an expert.

The more Zhou Jingling fought, the more frightened he became. Chu Yang's understanding of martial arts was too fast, and he used them without jerk.

So taking the opportunity to rest during the day, spar with Zhou Jingling, and sneak out to practice at night, after more than ten days, Chu Yang's experience in combat and the use of Xingyiquan have increased frightfully.

"Realm: First Rank Warrior (69.5%)"

"Gong method: 100% of "Qingshan Elementary Breathing Technique", 47.1% of three-body pile power"

"Martial Skill: Mastery of Xingyiquan 12.4%"

It's not a big deal, after all, Chu Yang has a hundred times talent, practicing one punch is like practicing a hundred punches, carefully calculated, and he has practiced martial arts for almost two years, this speed is not too exaggerated.

In the past half month, Chu Yang didn't hear any news about the group of criminals from his father. He heard from Zhou Jingling that the group of warriors were killed by three guards, but they finally escaped and seemed to have fled to other cities.

Therefore, Chu Yang and his parents proposed the idea of ​​looking for a part-time job. My mother was still a little worried, but after all, she nodded in the persuasion of her father, "the child is growing up, and there will always be a day when he has to leave, let him make his own way." agreed.