Gaowu: Simplify the skills, teach disciples and get back thousands of times

On the second day of class, Lin Qiu led the students to complete the day's practice.

After breaking through the martial artists, they practiced harder, there was almost no retention or laziness, and every student practiced to the point of exhaustion.

This made Lin Qiu feel very gratified, whether it was the next competition or the seven-city joint examination, he believed that his nine students would definitely achieve good results.

"Okay, get ready to leave class, cultivation is not an overnight thing, sometimes practice too much, but there is no feedback."

Seeing the nine students soaked in sweat, Lin Qiu clapped his hands and began to prepare for class.

But it was at this time.

"Bang!"

The door to the practice room was rudely pushed open.

The visitors were eight students from Zheng Qiming's class.

"Yo, our Tianzhi Jiaozi of Class 101 is practicing Shengong radio gymnastics again."

Even if Zheng Qiming was not around, the students of Class 201 were still rampant, and they did not care about Lin Qiu, the teacher, who opened his mouth to mock.

"Don't talk nonsense, where is radio gymnastics, radio gymnastics is not so simple, I remember what it is called?"

One student scratched his head and walked around, then slapped his hands sharply and said.

"I see, it's called Random Eighteen."

"Hahahahaha."

The remaining seven students in Class 201 burst out laughing.

One student laughed and covered his stomach and pointed to the student who had just said the eighteenth style: "Qian Ming, you are really a talent.

"I couldn't even think of that name, you came up with it."

But at this moment, Wang Yue, who was twenty meters away from them, jumped.

His figure was like a sturdy tiger, and he instantly rushed in front of the Class 201 student named Qian Ming.

Then, he jerked out a kick.

"Bang!"

The extremely fast paw kicked directly on Qian Ming's chest, and the force wrapped around it kicked Qian Ming into the air before he had time to react.

However, although Wang Yue was angry, he still maintained his sanity, and only used two points of strength, just kicking Qian Ming into the corridor.

Otherwise, as a martial artist, he shot out in anger and could directly kick Qian Ming, who had not yet been promoted to a martial artist, to death.

"Boom!"

Qian Ming fell heavily on the ground, and a cloud of smoke and dust splashed on the ground.

"Ugh!"

The remaining seven Class 201 students widened their eyes.

They knew that although his physical fitness was much better than theirs, it was absolutely impossible to do such a thing.

This can only show one situation, Wang Yue he has been promoted to a martial artist!

"Wang Yue!" A student stood up, "You actually put such a heavy hand on your classmates!"

What he thought in his heart was that Wang Yue had only been promoted to a martial artist, and his strength would only be about 1,300 kilograms.

Seven of their martial arts students, can't they beat him alone?

Now the most important thing to do is to buckle him with a basin.

It was he who did it first, and the seven of them beat him one by one, which was not excessive in the slightest.

"You!"

Just as the student was about to say something more, Wang Yue's body moved again.

When he came to the student, this time he did not use his foot again, but raised his left hand.

"Snap!"

A crisp slap sounded in the practice room, and the student's eyes widened, and his right face visibly red and swollen, leaving a deep slap mark.

How is it so fast?

This slap Wang Yue also did not put a heavy hand, after all, ordinary people can slap other people's teeth off.

If he had gone all out, the classmate's skull would be shattered and even died on the spot.

"You bastard!"

The student who was slapped reacted immediately, his eyes widened and his face was hideous.

"Even my dad hasn't hit me, you actually dare to hit me!"

"Brothers go up together and beat him to death!"

Hearing this, the other six students of Class 201 reacted one after another, and Wang Yue's two shots just now really calmed them down.

But they quickly reacted, no matter how great Wang Yue is, he is a guy who has just entered the martial arts.

Although Qian Ming has fallen to the ground and lost his ability to fight now, he was attacked by Wang Yue.

The seven of them were left to beat him more than enough.

"Wang Yue, you are too arrogant!" One student spoke defiantly.

Wang Yue also turned around and looked at him.

However, Wang Yue did not rush over immediately, but walked at an extremely slow pace.

"Click!"

The student almost laughed when he saw this scene, if Wang Yue rushed over and then beat wildly, maybe there was a chance of victory.

Walking slowly like this now, you can only be beaten to death by them.

It seems that Lin Qiu, the teacher of this key class, is really the same as Teacher Zheng said, a useless straw bale.

The students who are taught have no sense of actual combat at all.

But it just so happened that the people of their class 101 could make up for him.

Just as Wang Yue walked three meters in front of him, the student spoke.

"Let's go together!"

"Good."

The rest of the Class 201 students responded in unison.

Then they rushed up.

There were those who attacked Wang Yue's thigh.

There are those that attack the crotch.

There are also those who attack the head head-on, and there are also those who go around the back and prepare to hit him in the back of the head.

It can be said that the moves are cruel and the means are vicious.

If it is an ordinary martial artist who has just started, when he encounters such an attack from them, he will inevitably be in a hurry or even lose.

But who is Wang Yue, his strength test has reached twice that of an ordinary beginner martial artist.

This is already the strength level of a senior martial artist.

Their inferior moves are just some three-legged cat kung fu in front of him.

Wang Yue only took a slight step forward to dodge their attack, and at the same time shot at that moment.

"Snap! Syllable! Syllable! In

an instant, three Class 201 students covered their faces and fell to the ground.

Then he turned around and pumped one hand at the other four students.

"Snap!"

A loud slap resounded in the practice room, and the student who had just spoken out to mock Wang Yue was held in his hand by him and frantically whipped on the left and right faces.

"Snap!"

His face instantly became red and swollen, and even some blood spilled out of his mouth, which was caused by the skin of his mouth being cut by his teeth.

"Wang Yue, don't fight."

He began to beg for mercy, he was really afraid that Wang Yue would beat him to death.

However, Wang Yue knew in his heart that to deal with this kind of person, he must beat him hard in order to make them completely remember the pain.

And he was sure of the power he used, and he was sure that if he continued to fight like this, it would not cause any serious injuries other than a little flesh and skin injury to this student.

"Snap!"

After the final three slaps, Wang Yue put the Class 201 student on the ground.

His face was already swollen like a pig's head at this time, and Wang Yue himself was a little unbearable.

"Woohoo!"

The student burst into tears and ran to his classmate.

Then they helped each other up, pointed at Wang Yue and said loudly: "Wang Yue, you wait, we must go to the inner city council to sue you."

Immediately, the eight left the practice room in ashes.