The Magnificent God of War

Including, you can freely enter the room where the boxing book is placed. Anyway, there are high imitations, and these people will not be interested.

Elder Sima walked around at will, watching the disciples in the Jidao martial arts school, practicing martial arts seriously, punching and kicking, although he looked a little immature, but the attitude was good.

At least, he was much more serious than the offspring in his Sima family.

He walked to the door of the boxing book comprehension room, and no one stopped him, which made him a little surprised

Even if it is an imitation, the importance of this fist score is still self-evident. Jiang Ning really doesn't care about fist score so much?

"Hmph, I really want to see what these boxing scores are like."

Elder Sima didn't care about that much. Since no one stopped him, he walked in directly and generously.

In the room, there were a dozen people sitting cross-legged, all thinking hard, realizing that no one paid attention to Elder Sima at all, and they didn't even look at him.

As if he is the air!

Elder Sima was shocked and didn't know what to say.

He has a feeling that if he makes a sound, it affects other people's thinking, it is like doing something wrong, it will make him feel guilty!

This feeling is inexplicable, but very strong.

Elder Sima just wanted to cough twice, but he abruptly held back.

He walked to the glass window and looked at the pages of boxing manuals placed inside, watching the boxing moves on it, without much interest.

In fact, he has seen these basic boxing moves.

Every hidden family has one and a half moves, but this is only basic boxing, which can be regarded as almost any kind of boxing, even the basic moves of palms and legs.

In their view, this doesn't make much sense at all.

It can be seen that they knew Jiang Ning's strength, and they suddenly realized that they were wrong.

And it was very wrong!

Elder Sima stood there for a while, staring at the fist sheet and looking again. He still didn't have any special feelings for the front boxing moves, and the map lines on the back were equally complicated and profound.

Let alone these scattered pieces, even if they are spliced ​​together, he may not be able to see anything.

In this way, there is indeed no need for precautions, and no one can understand the free delivery.

"? Dyeing Ershan at the place of attendance, Pa Fu Ling? Bang—"

Suddenly, someone punched and made a burst of air, as if the power of this punch was greatly improved!

"It's done?"

The man was immediately surprised, looking at his fist, he seemed to be a little bit unbelievable, "It's really possible!"

The people around were immediately envious, and looked at that person one after another, wishing to be himself.

"congratulations!"

"Congratulations on your realization, hahaha!"

"Congratulations, brother, the owner of the museum will definitely be proud of you!"

...

Everyone, both envious and admired, congratulated.

The man clashed his hands again and again, the confidence and excitement on his face made no concealment: "Brothers, everyone, keep on cheering, I'll wait for you!"

After speaking, he immediately got up, turned and left.

The rest of the people withdrew their envious eyes and entered a state of thinking again, as if what had just happened did not happen at all.

Elder Sima stared blankly at him.

He was astonished that the ordinary disciple could realize what he could realize by comprehending this fist score, and he was even more surprised that other people were just blessing and envy, but not half jealous!

"This... how is this possible?"

Elder Sima, a little bit unbelievable, as if for these people in the Jidao martial arts gym, as long as someone can improve themselves, even if they are not themselves, they are equally happy.

No one is selfish, no one!