The Sims of the Realms

Chapter 37

Give Lin Weiran a year.

He is not afraid even if he is an expert at the peak of Anjin, and with the blessings of heaven and earth, in one year, the cultivation base of Anjin has increased by at least eight or nine times!
It will not work well when Jesus comes.

But He Shenghe obviously wouldn't give him a year. Not only that, the other party said in name that they would fight regardless of the outcome, and this matter was completely over.

But the reality is definitely not that simple.

If Lin Weiran loses, he deserves his life. Even if he wins, the grievances between him and He Shenghe will only increase.

Or Zhang Feng's suggestion is the most effective.

Stop punching black fists and retreat.

"Although I lost your super mascot, I have made enough money during this period, listen to my brother.

Black fist water is too deep, you can't grasp it. "

Zhang Feng said sincerely.

Lin Weiran smiled sassyly: "I'm not the Yangtze River, but I won't just drown in this small ditch like Heshenghe either.

Tell them that it will be a year before they want to fight in the ring, otherwise, I will do whatever they want, and I will accompany them to the end. "

"You are impulsive." Zhang Feng frowned.

"You have a bright future, there is no need to fight with them. Although black boxing is an unlimited competition, at least the arena has rules.

He Sheng and those people are completely unruly. How is it different from desperadoes?Don't involve the people around you when the time comes, that would be bad. "

Lin Weiran knew that Zhang Feng was thinking out of himself, but he also had a hole card, if the person who wins and wins is not afraid of death, then come.

"That's it, continue to find an opponent for me!" Lin Weiran changed his clothes and left the training ground without looking back.

Zhang Feng looked at his back.

"This kid, is it swollen?"

.........

leave the training ground.

Lin Weiran walked alone in the moonlight.

The imaginary group of people rushed over with machetes, but they didn't show up, but if they didn't appear today, it doesn't mean there won't be any in the future.

The next day.

Bruce Lee came to the martial arts hall early.

Because Bruce Lee also had to take courses while practicing martial arts, he only came after school from Monday to Friday, and he was the same as other disciples on weekends.

"Junior brother, how are you studying recently?"

Lin Weiran looked at him and asked with a smile.

Bruce Lee looked embarrassed, and said: "Senior brother, let's not talk about this, we are still brothers and sisters, learning is much more difficult than practicing martial arts."

"Then you also have to find a way to overcome it, junior brother, senior brother has already announced that if you fail the final exam, don't come during the summer vacation."

Bruce Lee: I'm cracked...

Seeing the pain in his face, Lin Weiran was in a good mood, "What's the problem today? Senior brother give you some advice."

"Brother, I want to join the school's boxing team, so that I can practice martial arts at school, what do you think, brother?"

"The boxing team? Well, yes."

Bruce Lee's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "Senior brother also thinks it's okay! Let me just say that senior brother is the best!"

"Boxing is completely different from Chinese martial arts, you know, the rules are very restrictive on martial arts, the most important one is that you can't use your feet.

One-third of the power of Wing Chun is limited, but boxing also has its own characteristics, so the attack is straightforward, fast, very accurate..."

He didn't expect Lin Weiran to be so proficient in boxing, and he really found the right person. It seems that there is nothing wrong with looking for a senior brother if there is a problem.

"Senior brother, please speak better than ten years of reading. When I enter the school boxing team and defeat Blair to represent the school in the Hong Kong Youth Boxing Championship, senior brother must go to the scene to watch me win the championship."

Bruce Lee said confidently.

What if someone else said this, a person who had never even touched boxing, clamoring to win the Hong Kong Youth Boxing Championship?

Even if Lin Weiran was killed, he wouldn't believe it.

But this is what Bruce Lee said, Thaksin.

Lin Weiran patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come on, I believe you can do it, and I will come to the scene to cheer you on!"

Lin Weiran, who has been boxing for so long, watching a boxing match now feels like he has switched from a horror movie to a cartoon.

time flies.

In addition to teaching Bruce Lee how to practice martial arts, Lin Weiran also taught him boxing skills every day. Although black boxing is very different from boxing, there are still some aspects that can be used for reference.

"You need to practice the one-inch boxing until you can send and receive freely. In the youth boxing competitions in Hong Kong, the players who can go to the end are all strong and strong British.

They have a natural physical advantage, and they have a lot of punching power, even reaching 350 pounds. It is a disadvantage for you, and an inch of punch can make up for the gap. "

Lin Weiran said objectively.

"But brother, I still haven't found that feeling. I've tried every day these days, but it still doesn't work." Bruce Lee said helplessly.

"If it is easy to find everyone is a master, you have to feel it with your heart, and believe that your body will explode with unprecedented strength.

Human potential is unlimited! "

Bruce Lee also believed in this.

Cun Quan is practiced until it can be sent and received freely, that is Ming Jin. It is not as simple as it is said to condense the strength of the whole body at one point and explode.

"Is this the fist strength tester you got?"

Lin Weiran pointed to a machine with great interest, and Bruce Lee nodded. He begged Li Haiquan to buy it from abroad.

"Brother, do you want to measure your punching strength? My punching strength is 280 pounds. Brother should be able to reach 380 pounds, right?"

Bruce Lee asked curiously.

"How many pounds can it hit? If I hit it, it won't break it, right?" Lin Weiran asked cautiously.

"No, the upper limit is [-] pounds. Brother, don't worry, it's hard to beat the boxing champion." Bruce Lee vowed.

"Then I'll punch you!"

Lin Weiran was relieved and punched out.

Just hearing a bang, the number of the tester soared, and Bruce Lee watched helplessly as it passed five hundred, then six hundred, and finally disappeared.

"Ah! My tester!"

Bruce Lee cried out with a heartbroken face.

Lin Weiran smiled sheepishly, and quietly left the martial arts hall. Sure enough, the strength of punches could no longer be tested by the machine, and the machine stopped working for a punch with added strength.

In the evening, Lin Weiran came to the training ground.

Zhang Feng saw his face lose his smile for the first time, "Brother, dear brother, you really don't take He Shenghe seriously!"

Zhang Feng suddenly felt a headache.

"It's all here, let them do whatever they want, I've decided on tonight's game!" Lin Weiran said without doubt.

The game is said to be fast.

Lin Weiran found that this opponent was not in the dark, obviously Zhang Feng was fooling him, Lin Weiran sighed, Zhang Feng was also doing it for his own good.

"Don't go back, go to my house."

After the game, Zhang Feng said solemnly.

Lin Weiran shook his head: "It's not that I don't have a home. It's late at night, so it's better to go back to each home. Don't worry, I will come tomorrow."

Seeing Lin Weiran turn around and leave,

Zhang Feng said anxiously: "What if you don't come?"

Lin Weiran paused: "Then I won't come."

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