Fierce male god

Chapter 49 Is it worse than trash?
Xiao Yong's class group also exploded at this time!

The video of Xiao Yong acting was spread to the class group.

"Look, our class has a big star!"

"Wow, that's really Xiao Yong. He even acted in a TV series. What's his name? I'll go and see."

"I'm going to have a look too!"

For ordinary people, stars are far away.

Many people also started @肖永.

Although in normal times, everyone is not very familiar with Xiao Yong.

But at this time, Xiao Yong undoubtedly became the focus of the class.
Xiao Yong also noticed the news in the group.

But he didn't reply
After watching it for a while, as the plot progressed, Xiao Yong also found that he was not very good at acting in some love scenes!
For example, when he acted affectionately towards a girl.

The bullet screen is like this.

"Is he liking this girl? I thought he wanted to kill her!"

"I feel the same way"

"Are you sure you didn't take her as a target?"

However, once it comes to the scene of Xiao Yong's murder, the barrage is a completely different matter.

"This guy's acting is too good!"

"Looking at it, my thighs are clamped tightly. When he is ruthless, it really smells like that. I like it!"

"Really, I haven't seen such a sensitive villain for a long time!"

You know, when it comes to acting as a villain, sometimes it doesn’t mean that you can act well just because you have an ugly appearance. A villain is not a buffoon.

For example, some people, even if they are ugly, playing villains may not be effective.

But the perverted murderer played by Xiao Yong, the madness in the eyes, the ferocity, are vividly displayed in the casual expression!

Make the audience very impressed.

After watching two episodes, Xiao Yong also breathed a sigh of relief. In his opinion, his acting is at least no worse than others.

"go to bed!"

Xiao Yong went to bed!
His work and rest are relatively regular, and he still has to train every morning.

Now he doesn't have any taboos at all, and he drinks a bag of mixed element soup every day after eating.

After a night's sleep, the energy is particularly strong the next day.

In fact, the Hunyuan Chemical Soup tempered the food in Xiao Yong's body and turned it into energy to nourish his body. During this warming process, it would repair the slight wounds on his body.

High-intensity training is often prone to injuries.

However, in the practice of Chinese Kungfu, all warriors who have orthodox inheritance and can cooperate with medicinal baths or decoctions will basically not leave hidden wounds.

It is mainly due to the decoction.

Although the training intensity is high, there will be no physical problems.

Early the next morning, Xiao Yong looked at his fear value!
"125 million!"

Overnight, Xiao Yong gained 125 million fear points.

He immediately looked at the system mall!

"Buy the three-leg amputation pose!"

In an instant, the fear value consumed 85!
But in Xiao Yong, he felt some strange changes in himself!

The leg muscles seemed to be spasming.

At this moment, the system is actually strengthening Xiao Yong's leg muscles.

To put it simply, the technical movements of the three leg-cutting moves are actually not complicated, but how does the difference in strength and weakness reflect the one-stroke leg technique?

It all comes down to practice!

Practicing [-] times is completely different from practicing ten times. In the process of kicking out, the speed, strength, and accuracy are completely different.

At this moment, Xiao Yong felt like he had practiced these kicks hundreds of thousands of times, a million times in an instant!
The entire leg muscles are strengthened.

Let him kick out more smoothly.

It greatly saves his practice time.

Both Huang Jingran and Zhao Wenbin were still sleeping.

Xiao Yong's legs were cramping, and he couldn't move at all. After sitting by the bed for half an hour, the spasms in his legs stopped.

He stood up, moved a little, and instantly kicked out a changing kick, drawing a sharp arc in the air!

The speed and stretch are much better than before!
And Xiao Yong can feel the powerful strength of his legs!

When Xiao Yong left the dormitory, Zheng Tiequan was already waiting for him downstairs.

For Xiao Yong, Zheng Tiequan is very concerned. Basically, as long as he is free and can train with Xiao Yong, he will never be absent.

People are lazy, and there is a big difference between personal supervision and no supervision.

"Why is it so slow today?"

"Diarrhea!" Xiao Yong lied.

The two walked to the playground together, Zheng Tiequan said: "That's right, I have something to discuss with you. Originally, I was thinking about letting you practice for a year or so, and then let you participate in some training in the next semester or next year. The competition, but I also watched it in the past two days. Your current wrestling level is already very strong, and your standing is a bit worse, but it is still okay. You defeated Guo Kai a few days ago. In fact, you have the strength to stand in the ring. I wondered, why don't we start playing some opponents now, after all, if you want to enter the big tournaments in the future, you also need the support of the record!"

What Zheng Tiequan meant was actually to let him brush mobs!
This is impossible.

In the fighting circle, the combat performance is actually very important.

It is the same regardless of China or foreign countries.

You are a rookie, don't care how strong you are, even if you are the best in the world, you have never played a game, and if you challenge a certain master, people will ignore you.

Boxers often have dozens of wins and zero losses. In fact, most of the opponents in the early stage are not too strong.

But there is no way, even Tyson back then had to start with ordinary opponents!
"Okay, Teacher Zheng, I'm sure I'm fine!" Xiao Yong's full confidence, especially the strengthening this morning, made up for his shortcomings in standing to a certain extent.

"Then I'll try to get in touch. The fighting environment in China is not good now. There are few fighters and few matches. You should seize the opportunity and accumulate practical experience as much as possible." Zheng Tiequan seemed a little sad when he talked about this topic.

Xiao Yong asked curiously, "There are very few boxers in our country?"

Zheng Tiequan said with a wry smile: "We currently have only 162 registered professional boxers, and only 115 MMA boxers. Even the fraction of football players is comparable to wanting to select talents on a large scale. Don't even think about it. Commercialization is not very good. Well, there are not many competitions, so it is naturally difficult to achieve results, and how many people in our country will let their children eat this food?"

"Practicing this kind of thing requires more hardship than football and basketball. At least people don't need to be beaten in that kind of sport, but for us, anti-beating training is a must. It's tired and painful, and there is no future."

Zheng Tiequan sighed.

He really loves this sport, and he also really hopes that fighting can develop.

Xiao Yong also fell silent.

This number, for him, was completely unexpected.

If it wasn't for his own special love for fighting, if it wasn't for his fierce appearance and practicing Jinmen wrestling with his grandfather since he was a child, maybe he wouldn't have embarked on this path.

But how many people can be like him?

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit sad, Xiao Yong smiled and said: "But speaking of it, we are so small, and our results are much better than that of the national football team. Didn't they say that football has 8000 people registrations?"

This is true. Although the performance of Chinese fighting is not very good, it has achieved some results.
When Zheng Tiequan heard this, he was furious: "With whom can you compare? Are you comparing with that group of trash? Can they be worse?"

Xiao Yong was extremely wronged: "Just now you used football as an example."

(End of this chapter)