Jidao Wusheng: I am invincible in my flesh and tear the weirdness apart with my bare hands

Chapter 8 Registered Disciple
"Give me a breakthrough!"

Mentally click on the plus sign.

The 5 points of energy flashed and disappeared in an instant, and the Zhengyang Pillar transformed.

Dacheng!

Wow.

Zhang Lingshan's body trembled slightly, and the same heat current as the previous breakthrough inexplicably flowed out of his body, running wildly through his limbs and bones.

Chi Chi Chi.

Zhang Lingshan suddenly heard some sound.

What's strange is that the sound did not come from outside, but from inside the body.

He sensed carefully and found that the sound came from the skin of his body.

The body seems to be growing!

Generally speaking, the body grows bit by bit without any awareness.

But at this moment, growth and change came together.

Not only the skin and flesh made a hissing sound.

The bones in the body also made crackling sounds.

It's like when a person who hasn't exercised for a long time suddenly moves, and the bones and joints in his body make crisp crackling sounds.

Zhang Lingshan was immersed in such changes, and he only wished that time would not stop and allow him to keep growing.

Ever since he traveled to this world and inherited this short and stocky body, he was really fed up with being less than 1.5 meters tall.

Discrimination, discrimination is everywhere!

He wanted to become taller, bigger and stronger, and never be looked down upon again.

call--!
A breath of foul air came out.

Zhang Lingshan calmed down, and the changes in his body were completely over.

I checked my height and found that I'm about five centimeters taller than before.

Although it’s not much, at least there is a head of about 1.5 meters sticking out.

Besides, I am only fifteen years old now and still have the momentum to grow, plus the panel has brought me improvements.

The future is promising.

Continuing to examine his body, Zhang Lingshan found that his skin and flesh seemed to have become tighter.

As a short guy, his body is wider than others, and he is only wider but not taller.

But now the body has been elongated, the proportions have become more coordinated, and the muscles have also been elongated, gaining greater contraction force and elasticity.

I can clearly feel that my strength has increased a lot.

"Given my current situation, I think I have mastered the Zhengyang Posture."

Zhang Lingshan thought to himself.

But no matter what, he had never seen what a truly practiced Zhengyang Posture looked like, so he packed up and immediately returned to Hong's Martial Arts School.

While having lunch at noon, he heard everyone talking about Tiefeng being able to take the Zhengyang Posture test in the afternoon.

It's a good opportunity to go and have a look.

……

Hong's Martial Arts School.

Hong Zhengdao sat at the entrance of the main hall with his arms and legs spread out. His eyes were like torches as he looked at the apprentices standing in the outer courtyard, frowning frequently.

At his table, the little stone Shi Lei was serving diligently, fanning his master with a fan.

"Stop fanning me!"

Hong Zhengdao suddenly knocked his fan down impatiently, then stood up and shouted loudly.

"What are you all doing for? You can't even do this little bit of standing practice, are you serious about it? You guys are here to learn martial arts with this attitude? I think you don't need to eat this afternoon. Go back and think about it carefully. Why did you spend so much money to come here?"

The apprentices dared not say a word and all lowered their heads to listen to the master's lecture.

At this moment, Zhang Lingshan appeared from the side of the screen. Although he stopped in time and lowered his head to obey, he still attracted Hong Zhengdao's attention. "Where have you been? Why are you running around instead of practicing? If you don't want to learn, then..."

He started cursing.

But he suddenly stopped talking. It turned out that he recognized Zhang Lingshan: "It's you. Have you recovered from your injury?"

"I've recovered. Thank you for your concern, Master."

Zhang Lingshan quickly climbed up the pole.

Hong Zhengdao nodded: "You are not bad. You returned to practice immediately after recovering from your injuries. You are much better than these lazy guys. You are worthy of banging your head against the wall. You are a real martial artist..."

As he was speaking, he noticed that everyone's expressions were not right. They all had strange looks, as if they wanted to laugh but couldn't.

Hong Zhengdao's face darkened and he was about to yell angrily.

Suddenly, I heard Shi Lei beside me say, "Master, you misunderstood. This kid's injury has long been healed, but he has long given up practicing standing meditation. He comes here every day just to get two meals. It's lunchtime again, and this kid is here so happy."

All the apprentices nodded in unison and echoed each other's words.

It just so happened that a living target came to attract the museum owner's attention, so everyone didn't have to be scolded.

"is it?"

Hong Zhengdao looked at Zhang Lingshan with a gloomy face.

Zhang Lingshan said calmly, "In reply to the master, I have made some progress in my practice of Zhuang Gong at home. I would like to ask the master to review it."

After saying that, regardless of whether Hong Zhengdao agreed or not, he immediately started practicing the Eighteen Styles of Zhengyang Posture.

The apprentices didn't expect Zhang Lingshan to be so bold. He was not panicked at all in front of the master and fought so solidly.

At least, it was much smoother than most of them, and each stance was very standard.

Just for this reason, he has surpassed half of the people.

"This kid actually..."

Shi Lei's eyes were stunned.

I clearly only taught him once, and it's only been a few days, but he actually mastered the Zhengyang Posture?
Could it be that this kid secretly sought tutoring from another senior brother?

But even if you are taking extra classes, it shouldn't be so fast.

Alas, if I had known that this guy was so talented, why would I have given him a cold shoulder for three cents of silver?

I just called someone a waste at noon, and in the afternoon he passed the pole training test.

It’s too late to regret!
Shi Lei felt annoyed.

Because I noticed that the master's body was leaning forward slightly, his eyes were shining, and there was a smile on his face, which was a manifestation of his love for talent.

With this kid's talent, and his determination to fight to the death, I'm afraid it won't be long before he stands above me and becomes my senior brother.

"We have to find a way to build a good relationship. After all, I was the one who taught him the Zhengyang Posture, so it can be considered a favor."

Shi Lei pondered secretly in his heart.

"it is good!"

When Zhang Lingshan finished his training, he heard Hong Zhengdao shout loudly.

He strode to Zhang Lingshan, pinched his shoulders, lower back, and thighs, and praised: "Not bad, not bad, you have practiced very well. Everyone, watch carefully, this is a real martial artist. He can practice even though he is injured, so why are you guys lazy? Practice hard!"

After that, he pulled Zhang Lingshan to the main hall and said, "From now on, you are my registered disciple. You can call yourself a disciple and call me Master Hong."

"Yes, Master Hong!"

Zhang Lingshan bowed quickly.

Hong Zhengdao smiled and asked him and Shi Lei to stand aside. Then he sat on a chair and looked at Tie Feng and said, "Didn't you apply for the assessment? Type it out for me to see."

"Yes."

Tiefeng obeyed immediately.

After a while.

Hong Zhengdao nodded reluctantly: "It's OK. It will be OK in a few days. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you pass."

Tiefeng bowed hastily and secretly glanced at Zhang Lingshan beside Hong Zhengdao, feeling mixed emotions.

(End of this chapter)