My Martial Arts Will Become An Evil God!

Standing up from the ground, Fang Ping grinned again.

"Damn, do I have a mental problem?"

"It hurts so much, but I still feel pretty cool?"

I felt the pain inside and outside the body due to the gradual filling of the Primordial Gang Qi.

Fang Ping is surprisingly cool.

The pain is really painful, but it is also really cool.

Just like those who like to exercise, they especially enjoy the soreness of their muscles after each exercise.

Fang Ping feels that way now.

It's just that his pain far exceeds the soreness of those gymnastics.

But at this moment, Fang Ping suddenly looked at the door.

dong dong dong~

The next second, there was a knock on the door.

"Fang Ping, come out, I've already told my friends, I'll take you to that martial arts hall now!"

Father Fang's voice sounded outside.

Looking at his current state, especially the fierce aura around him, Fang Ping frowned.

"Wait a minute, I'll get dressed."

He took a few deep breaths and tried his best to restrain the fierce and threatening aura on his body.

Looking at the faint lines of dragon scales on his body, Fang Ping directly took a large windbreaker and put it on his body.

open the door.

"Go now?"

Fang Ping came out and asked while pulling the zipper of the windbreaker to the top.

It's just that Fang's father took two steps back when he saw Fang Ping.

"Cough, yes, let's go now."

Fang's father quickly turned his eyes away and coughed twice to cover up his gaffe.

A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, what was going on, why did he feel that his son's eyes were like a sword just now.

"What’s wrong with you?"

After Fang Ping tried his best to restrain his breath again, he asked in surprise.

"Huh? Oh, it's okay, let's go."

This time, Father Fang raised his head and looked at Fang Ping again, and found that his eyes became normal again.

Are you too tired and hallucinating?

The confused father Fang took Fang Ping out of the house.

Drive all the way.

Soon, Father Fang took Fang Ping to a place that was almost close to the outskirts of the city.

I got out of the car and looked at the sign of the three-story building in front of me.

Tianxin Fitness Fight Club.

"Isn't this a fitness club?" Fang Ping asked strangely.

"My friend said that this was changed to conform to the trend of the times. In the past, the name here was Tianxin Fist Gym."

Father Fang explained.

He walked in with Fang Ping, and soon a man greeted them with a smile.

"Old Fang, this is your son. The young man is really strong!"

Father Fang also introduced with a smile: "Fang Ping, this is your Yang Uncle."

"Uncle Yang." Fang Ping nodded and shouted.

"Let's go, I've already told them."

Yang Wanli said to the two with a smile.

Then he took the two of them to a house from a path behind the building.

The house is a bit quaint, but not dilapidated and well-repaired.

Fang Ping glanced around and saw that several people were practicing boxing in the yard.

It's a bit like the old martial arts gym.

"Uncle Lin, this is my friend Fang Xueliang, and this is his son Fang Ping."

Yang Wanli said to the old man in the yard who was teaching the young people to practice boxing.

"Is that why you want to learn boxing?"

The old man surnamed Lin came over and asked Fang Ping.

"Yes." Fang Ping nodded.

He could feel that although the old man in front of him looked quite thin, his physique was far stronger than that of ordinary people.

It feels a bit like the old man Xu.

"You're in good shape, take off your clothes and take a look."

The old man looked Fang Ping up and down and said suddenly.

Hearing this, Fang Ping hesitated for a while, but took off his windbreaker.

He didn't wear anything inside, and as soon as he took off his windbreaker, his sturdy muscles appeared in front of several people.

That piece of strong, smooth lines, full of explosive muscles, really attracts the eye.

Fortunately, the dragon-scale lines on his body disappeared again after he got used to the pain caused by the elevated Primordial Astral Qi.

But Yang Wanli and Fang Fu, who were next to them, suddenly widened their eyes when they saw the scene in front of them.

Even Father Fang was even more surprised than Yang Wanli.

This was the first time he had actually seen Fang Ping's body with his own eyes.

Is this the effect that can be achieved in a few days of exercise?

Father Fang was a little confused.

And the young people at the other end of the yard who were practicing boxing also squinted when they saw Fang Ping's muscles.

"My grass, this muscle..."

"This muscle is outrageous. His chest muscles are bigger than my head."

"It's too much, I've been practicing for a few years, and I don't have this kind of muscle!"

Those young people were a little dumbfounded.

After all, they have practiced boxing for a long time, so they can naturally see that Fang Ping's muscles are different from those in the gym, which are specially trained for size and muscle contour.

That kind of explosive muscles, just looking at it, can imagine how powerful Fang Ping can burst out in an instant.

And what they can see, how can the more profound old man surnamed Lin not see it.

"You didn't train your muscles in the gym, did you?"

Old man Lin squinted and asked Fang Ping.

"Well, I found an army fighting technique called Black Dragon Eighteen Hands from the Internet."

Fang Ping answered with a raised eyebrow.

Hearing his answer, Old Man Lin nodded, "I know that the Eighteen Hands of the Black Dragon is a kung fu that was sorted out after the country collected a lot of martial arts."

"Later, it was banned because the move was too ruthless and lethal."

"However, this kung fu requires a matching breathing method. Otherwise, the longer you practice, the more serious your body's problems will be when you get older."

As if to shock a few people, the old man Lin said a few more words.

"Come on, let me take a look."

Although Fang Ping previously merged the eighteen hands of the black dragon into the hands of the prisoner, it does not mean that he will not have the eighteen hands of the black dragon.

After the old man Lin finished speaking, he directly used his punches and kicks.

Tossing and turning, whirring and wind, every move, every move, turning like a circle, looking at the old man Lin's eyes are full of brilliance.

The young people not far away were hit hard again.

"Are you sure he is going to come in today to learn boxing?"

"Why does he look so good when it is such a ruthless move?"

"Okay, he has practiced his kung fu to a very high level. I'm afraid we won't be able to beat him even if we go together."

These people grimaced and looked at Fang Ping who was punching here in amazement.

At this moment, they really felt the unevenness of the world.

There is a real difference between people.

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