I Can See the Experience Value

The reason why Tang En thinks this way is that he has a deep understanding of Huaguo martial arts.

A country's intelligence agency is definitely at the forefront of the world.

Compared with cousin He Xiaotian personally, I don't know how many times it exceeds.

According to the information above, the descriptions of Huaguo martial arts are all exaggerated.

The explosive power of hitting an atomic bomb with one palm can be written.

At first Tang En didn't know what the atomic bomb was.

But after watching the video, he fell silent.

Not only that, but its growth cycle is very slow.

Tang En believed that internal strength existed. After all, he could cultivate Qi and blood.

It's just that it takes ten or eight years to practice at every turn, which is really disappointing.

This is also the result of having a certain talent for martial arts and learning from an early age.

Otherwise, after ten or eight years, they may not be able to beat an evil spirit.

Those who become monks halfway are even more miserable.

Maybe ten years later, nothing will be achieved.

So he believed that the ultimate winner would be himself.

As long as the more than 150 students under him are willing to exercise hard and have adequate nutrition.

Even if the aptitude is low, within half a year, no matter what, they can reach the level of the first rank.

On the other hand, for He Xiaotian's group, is half a year enough for them to meditate?

Enough!

It is not impossible for the big muscle tyrant who lost at that time to beat him with a hammer in anger.

He Xiaotian who left didn't know that Tang En had so much drama in his heart.

Otherwise, he would laugh out loud. If there is no experience point system, how could he agree to Roger?

For the comparison players, Tang En's weaknesses in Huaguo's martial arts are all self-defeating.

He just needs to practice desperately and squeeze the physical strength of the fifty registered disciples.

It is not that simple to be promoted to the top-level "Dharma Yijin Twelve Poses" after being strengthened.

"Don't cut it! Don't cut it! I'll get up now, I'll get up now!!"

In the playground where He Xiaotian was, such miserable howls could be heard every day.

No need to think too much, it must be Feng Yu and the Juggernaut who brandished their Ghost Head Saber and Eight-faced Han Sword to scare people.

As for credit knife people?

Stop messing around, the big golden kitchen knife in his hand.

The fifty registered disciples burst into laughter just by glancing at them.

Really, it's so weird!

Look at the objects in other people's hands, and then look at yours.

The credit knife man was extremely frustrated by the countless contemptuous glances from others, so he hid in the corner and drew circles when he had nothing to do.

Who to swear at?

Needless to say!

These screams and hilarious laughter made the academy next door Tang En's group very happy to hear.

The academy in another group of Ma De is about to be driven crazy by that big muscle bully, right?

Fortunately, I waited for someone not to choose him (running over).

This situation lasted for a week.

a new day.

He Xiaotian poses in the third form of the Wei Shenxian pestle,

He explained in his mouth: "Lift the two palms up separately, until the arms form a U shape, bend the elbows slightly, with the palms facing upwards, and lift them up as much as possible. At the same time, bite the teeth, press the tongue against the palate, and spread the air around the chest. The posture is fixed. Then, rest for an hour."

Immediately afterwards, the sound of heavy breathing sounded.

The fifty registered disciples were trembling.

They lived through seven inhumane days.

Get up early in the morning every day and start practicing "Dharma Yijin Twelve Poses".

You can't rest until ten o'clock after nightfall.

At this very moment, they wanted to say something in particular.

"Have you ever seen the streets of Shanghai at four in the morning?"

And this group of people also discovered the mysteries of posture and breathing.

There is only posture, no breathing, and physical exertion is normal.

In the same way, there is only breathing, no posture, and no physical exertion.

But when the two are combined, terror can descend.

Physical strength is like a rushing river, gushing out in an instant.

The longer you persist, the greater the consumption.

Especially since they still need to face the vicious sun, that kind of sourness is not humane.

However, some people actually found that not only did they not get sick or have hidden wounds during the devil's training.

On the contrary, the body became stronger and stronger, and the muscles in the arms, abdomen, and thighs gradually swelled up.

And the spirit is stronger than ever.

It seems to have endless power.

Of course, except when practicing "The Twelve Stances of Bodhidharma Yijin".

This kind of strengthening visible to the naked eye made them unable to stand up at all, just like they had knocked off Xuanmai.

Although it is usual to nag, complain and keep things as usual, no one complained about He Xiaotian's brutality and cruelty.

Because everyone knows that this kind of martial arts is definitely a secret that cannot be passed on.

But Master, an old man, took it out directly.

Tell me, what kind of spirit is this?

This is selfless dedication!

The male disciples were all overjoyed, while the female disciples cried.

They looked at the muscles that were growing day by day, and they didn't know how to speak at all.

Is it possible that I can only find a senior or a younger brother?

It's just that the female disciple couldn't help retching when thinking of two muscle sticks making a villain on the bed.

The picture is so beautiful, I dare not even think about it.

If a small muscle stick is created, wouldn't the whole family of three be muscle sticks?

"vomit......"

He Xiaotian looked bewildered towards the female disciple who sometimes retched suddenly.

How can you still vomit after practicing martial arts?

At noon, a truck drove in from outside the Medical University and stopped in front of He Xiaotian's playground.

A group of disciples who practiced the three forms of Wei Tuo's pestle offering were very curious.

It's a pity that he didn't dare to stop his movements, so he could only stand obediently, not daring to slack off.

Because there are three teaching assistants with weapons behind them, staring at them.

These people have been looking for opportunities to kill people, but they can't be caught.

With a huge physique of three meters, He Xiaotian opened the door of the box and took out a bronze tripod with one hand.

"???"

"!!!"

The registered disciples, no matter how many times they watched He Xiaotian's infinite power, they would not be able to stop feeling emotional.

Beast! !

The copper tripod looks like it weighs at least a few thousand catties, but what the hell are you doing with a little chicken?

"This is for the teacher to reward you, and I specially asked the scavengers to customize it."

If it was normal, this group of people would have started shouting and discussing with each other.

But the playground is still silent, only the scene of sweating profusely.

He Xiaotian nodded very satisfied and continued.

"Just practicing "Dharma Yijin Twelve Stances" every day, you are very boring, right? It's all over now, Master takes pity on you. In addition to your recent performance, I am very satisfied. So I plan to teach you a few ultimate moves to ease the pain. A boring training."

"?!"

Everyone immediately showed expressions of information.

Even though I can feel my progress every day, I practice the same posture every day, and it lasts up to eighteen hours.

Anyone's spirit will be exhausted and start to become irritable.

Now that he can practice ultimate moves, it would be strange not to be excited.

It should be noted that Master is really a bit of a fucker in normal times, cruel and ruthless.

But the martial arts in his hands are all first-class! !