I Can Give the Origin of Everything (I Can Grant Origin Powers To Anything)

After school.

Xu Lingjun left the leeks that continued to pick up Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing is really interesting. He is different from those coquettish and cheap goods outside. Even if Fang Zheng has helped him many times, the source value he can give Fang Zheng has not decreased.

There is even a slight increase.

According to Xu Lingjun's estimation, it may be because he is now a martial artist as his strength improves.

And a martial artist still respects his teacher so much, which obviously reminds Zhou Qing of his dream... The world is full of peaches and plums, so his gratitude is even stronger.

Therefore, Xu Lingjun worked more diligently.

Because of this, Xu Lingjun's other teacher Wang was also jealous. When he returned home at night, he sneered at Xu Lingjun... Obviously I am the head teacher, are you flattering? It's the right thing to shoot me.

It's a pity that Mr. Wang is really too oily and salty.

Xu Lingjun also tried to help her, but she took it for granted, whether it was helping her organize her homework or deal with some sundries, she was stunned, and she didn't give Xu Lingjun any source value.

Xu Lingjun had no choice but to give up.

Alas, Sister Yaya, you are not very particular. Just because I am your fiancé, you can't take my little favors for you for granted, right?

By evening.

The street of the martial arts hall quickly became lively.

In particular, the Bakuyan Martial Arts Academy has cooperated with Qingyang High School.

Whenever school is over, the fire hall is full of people.

With the help of this cooperation, Bangyan Martial Arts Hall quickly became the number one martial arts hall on the entire Martial Arts Hall Street, and the number of disciples was so large that they had to queue up to train every other day in order to accommodate them.

Lie Fenglei seemed to be stimulated by Xu Lingjun.

As soon as he got rid of his previous decadent and dejected attitude, he began to seriously teach serious martial arts.

He is a martial artist from the Central Realm Huichuan. If he is not disabled, I am afraid that at least he can compete with Yuan Tianqing.

With such strength, it is more than enough to teach some warriors whose strength is not even a warrior...

Even though he was short-tempered and impatient when things went wrong, the students who joined the martial arts hall really learned a lot of good things with Lie Fengyun by his side.

In just half a month, Qingyang High School has doubled the number of ninth-rank body quenchers, and now there are more than 50 people.

And this, the two brothers, Lie Fenglei and Lie Fengyun, contributed greatly.

Even more rare is that he issued a notice.

Those apprentices who have signed up for the name of the Exploding Flame Martial Arts Hall in the past can come back and rebuild if they want.

The reputation of the Explosive Flame Martial Arts Hall also rose rapidly. Only then did everyone know that Li Fenglei didn't eat dry rice, but he used to have a meal, but now he is serious.

Just this evening...

"What, someone is doing something?!"

Lie Fengyun was rarely free.

You must know that these students are the most difficult to serve... They are different from ordinary apprentices. They can not only learn martial arts in the martial arts hall, but also learn theories in the school, so many questions asked can make him Inexplicable.

Especially these students can ask Xu Lingjun for advice.

Lie Fengyun really didn't dare to refute what that guy said... Just kidding, although I have been in touch with the martial art of Yanshaquan for more than 20 years.

But compared to Xu Lingjun, I am a younger brother.

Therefore, every time teaching these students can make him haggard.

It's rare to get some free time now.

Before he had time to take a sip of water, an apprentice came over and told someone to make trouble in the martial arts hall.

Lie Fengyun waved his hand and said tiredly: "There are still people who dare to come to the martial arts hall to make trouble? If you can discuss it, you can discuss it, if you can't discuss it, you can fight it out... We are a martial arts hall, not a court, fists are rules!"

"But...but the way people make trouble is very unique,

Can't fight. "

The apprentice replied with a dry smile.

"What's the meaning?!"

"That's it... I can't tell, just go and see."

Lie Fengyun glanced at the apprentice in confusion, could there be a different way to make trouble?

"Let's go and have a look."

He got up and went outside.

At this time, in the huge martial arts hall.

Nearly 100 apprentices are practicing boxing seriously.

With one punch and one kick, there is no sound of shouting, but the fist strength is condensed, and the movements are uniform. Every punch and kick is accompanied by a heavy whistling.

"Well, good, good."

Wind Zhihen leaned quietly in the corner, watching these young apprentices practice boxing seriously.

With a satisfied smile in his eyes, he asked Sun Lingli who was accompanying him with a smile, "Lingli, what do you think?"

"Although the movements are neat, it's just a routine. It's quite satisfactory, it's not too brilliant."

Sun Lingli finally took her eyes off the book, took a serious look with her glasses, and gave an okay evaluation.

"But these people are all beginners, which is very good. It seems that these apprentices have a solid foundation."

Wind Zhihen approached with a smile, smiled at a young man beside him who was practicing his boxing skills: "Young man, you hit the wrong punch."

The man stopped when he heard the words, glared at Wind Zhihen, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wind Zhihen smiled and said: "This fist is fiery and burning like a mountain torrent, and it can indeed exert 200% of its combat power, but the damage to the body is also not trivial. You can hit three or four consecutive blows in one day. broken arm."

The young man sneered: "Of course I know, this is from the bishop of our museum. He also specially warned us that this blow is a nirvana, and it is a great burden on the body, so it can't be used more than three times in a day. What's wrong with the characteristics of the killing fist!"

Wind Zhihen said with a good temper: "What he taught 20 years ago was naturally not wrong, but in fact today's Yanshaquan has long been introduced by the founder, so you come here...the energy is condensed, go first. The Lung Meridian of Taiyin, and the Large Intestine Meridian of Yangming..."

"Nonsense, the yin and yang of the arm muscles are distinct, how can they be confused?"

"You'll know if you try it. Anyway, no matter how big the damage is, can it be more than the damage from the whole Yang Jing?"

The man looked suspiciously at the kind-hearted Wind Zhihen, and Xu thought that this kind old grandfather didn't look like a bad person.

Immediately condensing the strength of the fist, according to the teaching of the wind mark... After a while, a punch.

Qi Jin rose up without wind, and the huge martial arts hall clearly ignited a loud explosion. This explosion was mixed in the fist energy of everyone, and it was not obvious.

But the man's eyes widened in shock.

Following the old man's test, his fist strength increased by 30%, and the pain in his arms disappeared.

Wind Zhihen laughed and said: "Is the punch a little slower now? It doesn't matter, once you get used to the energy swimming ~ walking, after you cultivate true energy, the speed will not be inferior to before, the damage will be reduced by 50%, and the power will be increased. Thirty percent..."

The young man was overjoyed and said loudly, "Thank you, old man."

Wind Zhihen smiled and walked towards another warrior.

Sun Lingli didn't care about him either, she sat on the wooden floor honestly, and started to count with a pen in her hand, but her frowning brows proved that the junior high school version of Thousand Questions in her hand was not so easy to deal with. , It seems that it is not so easy to start from scratch.

And when Lie Fengyun arrived, what he saw was that all the martial artist apprentices had stopped practicing martial arts.

Instead, they were surrounded by an old man, the noise was extremely loud, and everyone was asking him questions.

The old man seemed to have a very good understanding of this flame killing fist. Every two or three sentences would make the person who asked the question stunned, and he couldn't wait to run to the side to try... It really improved a lot.

"Young man, you just practiced boxing, and I saw it too. Your foundation doesn't seem to be very solid."

And this time.

Wind Zhihen's eyes fell on one of the younger, sixteen or seventeen-year-old teenagers, and asked with concern, "The boxing skills they fight are basically the same, but from what you said, it seems that the punches are a little bit stronger. too slow..."

"Nonsense, I was specially instructed by Lao Xu. He said that haste is not enough, punching is too fast, hurting others and hurting yourself."

Guo Zheng looked disapproving, even if he couldn't find the old beggar, and even if he couldn't understand the "Infinite God and Demon Body Refinement Technique" lent to him by Xu Lingjun.

Now you come to the martial arts hall, and you have to be blindly directed by an old man next door?

Just kidding...I, Guo Zheng, need some pointers?

The deputy museum owner has personally admitted that Xu Lingjun's accomplishments in Yan Shaquan are no less than that of the museum owner.

Hmmm...I have a dedicated personal tutor, am I proud?

He twisted his butt, turned and left.

Wind Trace: "……………………"

At this time, Lie Fengyun was already stunned.

He looked at the old man in shock.

The depths of his eyes were full of shock... Obviously he couldn't believe that that person actually came here.