I rely on you all to cultivate

Chapter 11 The True School Belle's Praise
Ning Qingshuang and Xu Ling came to a corner of the Martial Arts Field alone. The ground here was loess, as if it hadn't been built in any way, except for a few bare rocks.

When it came to business, Ning Xiaohua stopped sarcasm and began to talk about it seriously.

"My martial arts strategy is a straightforward and fierce route. I haven't practiced martial arts skills yet. I use pure physical strength as an offensive method. You are optimistic."

After finishing speaking, her face became serious, her right hand clenched tightly into a fist, she took two steps back and gave a soft scold, and then her slender legs covered by sweatpants exerted force suddenly, leaving a deep footprint on the loess ground.

boom--

The slender fist collided with the rocky surface, and the latter was torn apart with a loud noise, shattering into pieces.

Xu Ling never thought that such a powerful force was hidden in this slender body. In this way, it seems that Cai's judgment was wrong. Among the group of five, Ning Qingshuang's physique should not be taller than the big one. Difference.

"The most important thing I pay attention to when I practice martial arts is physical exercise. In order to make full use of this, I spent two years looking for the most suitable way to exert strength. Try?"

Of course Xu Ling would not refuse, and what he relies on most now is his physique. From this point of view, Ning Xiaohua's way is really suitable for him.

"Just try it."

Next, Xiaohua taught the correct way of exerting luck hand in hand, Xu Ling also listened humbly, and soon, an hour passed.

"...Basically that's all, but it's not enough to just know the theory, the most important thing is to practice repeatedly, it's up to you in the end."

Xu Ling knew that she was doing it for her own good, and she didn't want to delay the other party's martial arts training time: "Okay, then I won't delay you. I will practice by myself, and I will come to you if I have any questions."

Ning Qingshuang nodded, and moved to other places to practice, while Xu Ling stayed obediently, punching with all his strength as instructed over and over again.

"call--"

Until noon, Xu Ling's abnormal physique in the same period could not bear it any longer. At this time, his face was covered with sweat, and his arms felt sore.

He couldn't remember exactly how many punches he had punched during this period of time, but as he continued to use force, he gradually felt a mysterious feeling all over his body, as if... his muscles and bones had become unparalleledly sensitive, and he even Feel like you have precise control over every muscle.

"I realized that the system increases my physique and strengthens my physical body, but after all, I have to exercise spontaneously to make them more mellow for me to use."

Xu Ling understood, but then new doubts arose, "Then how to train the perception? Do you want me to hang out in front of Patriarch Luo all day long..."

At this time, Luo Zhixing ran over: "Come on, let's eat."

Xu Ling let out an oh, and quickly followed.

On the way to the restaurant, Xu Ling noticed that the squad leader always had a vague and silly smile on his face, and he was inexplicable: "What's wrong with you?"

"Ah? Oh, it's nothing." Luo Zhixing adjusted his expression.

Ning Qingshuang leaned over, chuckled and said, "It's not because someone has made great progress in enthusiasm, he feels happy."

[Perception +1. ]
Xu Ling couldn't help laughing. It turned out that it was because Luo Zhixing knew that he was really working hard when he saw the sweat on his body, so he felt very relieved. You know, Xu Ling in the past can be said to have no self-consciousness. I can't complete the training content, let alone work hard on my own.

When they came to a restaurant in a detached building to eat, their own servants filed in and served hot meals. After everyone sat down, Ning Qingshuang said to the big man, "Gao Fan, please give me the chopsticks."

"Here."

Gao Fan took out a pair and handed them over.

"Thanks."

Ning Qingshuang took the chopsticks and showed a polite smile.

Xu Ling secretly wondered beside him while pawing the rice: It seems that she has never seen her go out of her way to blame others, why is she so abnormal to me...

After a brief lunch break, they returned to the martial arts arena.

"As expected of the five strongest students in the grade, talent belongs to talent, and hard work is also indispensable."

Now Xu Ling is no longer the ignorant self, and he also knows that there are countless sweats hidden behind every strong man, so he didn't slack off, and continued to go back and punch again and again tirelessly.

Another half afternoon passed, and Xu Ling felt a little tired, but at the same time, he also noticed that the physique added by the previous task had almost completely adapted to it. a tremendous growth.

Looking at the dense rocks, Xu Ling felt itchy.

"Try?"

Following Ning Qingshuang's example, he took two steps back, his right leg stretched behind him, and then suddenly exerted force, a deeper footprint was stepped on.

bang——

The rock turned into fragments all over the ground, and the degree of fragmentation was slightly exaggerated than what Ning Qingshuang caused in the morning. This is enough to show that in terms of physique, he can even be comparable to No. 1 in the whole school.

Looking around, Xu Ling quickly swept the debris into the corner and hid it with his feet.

Just kidding, if she reveals her true strength in front of Ning Xiaohua, there is a high probability that there will be no positive praise, and no negative innuendo, and she will have to continue playing piggy.

After finishing everything, he left this wasteland with a smile and returned to the martial arts arena. His physique attributes were completely integrated into himself, and it was time to brush up his perception again.

Looking around, Ning Qingshuang seemed to be a little tired too, sitting on a bench by the court to rest.

Luo Zhixing was most concerned about his deskmate, and came over and asked, "How are you practicing, do you feel you have improved?"

Xu Ling chuckled: "Of course, the boss has made great progress, why don't you take a look?"

"Okay, come here and test your punching strength."

Xu Ling followed him to a metal instrument, which looked like the boxing thing in the early video game city, but the target was not a plastic mat, but a movable metal plate.

The warrior's body is very strong, and it's nothing to dismantle the tank with bare hands, so he can't nail the target to death, otherwise it will be scrapped with one punch.

"I set the standard at 1.00 for the composite force index."

Luo Zhixing was operating next to the tester, "The result will show the percentage of the fighter's normal punching power of this value. It's normal that you can't reach 100% now, so don't worry about it."

It's not that he deliberately increased the value to make things difficult for Xu Ling, but because Luo's requirements for the tribe are extremely high, the minimum standard for this batch of instruments purchased is 1.00
Xu Ling nodded and calculated in his mind that if he punched as seriously as he smashed the boulder just now, with all his strength, and even with more energy, he might be able to directly achieve 200% of the result, but he couldn't do that.

It is one aspect not to expose one's anomalies according to the system requirements, but more importantly, it is necessary to create opportunities for Ning Qingshuang to talk to him.

Ever since, Xu Ling took a deep breath, looked more serious than ever before, stepped back a few steps, and even let out a roar.

"drink--"

Then, under the stunned gaze of everyone, his painting style changed suddenly, and he punched with an extremely unreasonable force posture. Ning Xiaohua shook his head when he saw it.

Drop drop drop.

[The test strength is 63.65%. ]
"A plant!"

Xu Ling almost yelled out on the spot, the original plan was good, he deliberately punched randomly, the machine gave a very low result, and then Ning Qingshuang saw that he had been taught for a long time, is there no use for fart, most likely he would not be able to hold back the firepower fully open.

The bad thing is that Xu Ling underestimated his physical strength after all. Even if he intentionally suppressed the power of this punch, his score reached over 60%. .

"It's over, it's over, hurry up and find a way to remedy it, otherwise this perception will not be brushed."

At this time, at an angle he didn't see, Ning Qingshuang's face changed several times, and finally she quietly looked away, and said in an extremely weak voice: "Not bad."

[Perception +1. ]
Xu Ling blinked.

"what?"

She actually praised me seriously?

(End of this chapter)