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In the afternoon, a large number of students from the gymnasium of Rongguang Middle School arrived one after another.

The night breeze followed the crowd and tried to keep a low profile.

The school has put in the blood for students to get good grades.

All kinds of expensive training equipment can be found everywhere in the gymnasium, and it is similar to the basic area of the Punishment Heaven Martial Arts Hall.

Even the school equipped them with a full twelve physical education teachers to tutor, and Yefeng found that Zhang Laohu was actually one of them.

It has been training for more than half a month, and there is no need for the teachers to say anything, and many students have started their training plans directly as soon as they come in.

The night breeze looked around and was amazed, the basic training area of the martial arts hall had never been so lively before.

Accustomed to looking at those people in the martial arts hall, looking at these is like watching a group of rookie chickens.

Don't say, it's interesting.

In a daze, Zhang Yifeng walked over: "Night wind, what level are you now?"

Yesterday's punch Zhang Yifeng saw in his eyes, he knew that this little guy's foundation was very good, but the specific level was still uncertain.

Night Breeze scratched his head, this thing said.

After

thinking about it, the night wind tentatively said: "About eighty points." The

sound was not loud, but several classmates around heard it.

Then the students looked over in unison.

Zhang Yifeng was also slightly surprised, although he guessed that the night wind had a foundation, he still underestimated him.

If you want to get 80 points in the actual combat part of the college entrance examination, you must be undefeated in the battle with the instructor.

At present, only five of the more than 60 people in the second class can do this.

Zhang Yifeng was interested: "Do you know what level eighty is?" Seeing Zhang

Yifeng's excited expression, Night Wind knew that he was high.

But the words have been said, and if you want to change it, you can't change it.

But are these guys so dishful that they can't get eighty points?"

insisted in the examiner's hand for five minutes. Night Breeze said honestly.

"Oh, looks like you've tried?"

I went to the martial arts hall once before.

Zhang Yifeng suddenly said: "So that's the case, I'll find a teacher to try it with you, and then give you corresponding training suggestions according to your situation."

"No, no, I have my own training plan." "Night Breeze hurriedly refused, I still want to keep a low profile."

Zhang Yifeng looked at the night wind with strange eyes, ordinary students should be very happy to be professionally guided.

Shaking

his head, Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "Okay, since that's the case, then you can follow the previous rhythm, if you don't understand anything, you can come and ask me."

"Okay, Elder Zhang... Division.

As soon as Zhang Yifeng left, several students around him gathered around.

"Classmate, my name is Zhou Xing, what's your name?" said a student with a watermelon head that looked Sven.

"Night wind.

"Night Wind, can you really get 80 points?"

"So how did you do it.

Night Wind thought for a moment and said seriously: "Just die a few more times." "

Zhou Xing:"???

" Everyone: "???"

....

Everyone only didn't want to say anything about the night wind, and did not continue to ask.

Training continues after the vignette.

There is only half a month left before the college entrance examination, and they must work overtime to improve their strength and prepare for the college entrance examination practical test.

Others were busy with their own, and Night Wind thought about continuing to contact basic movement training.

Standing piles, horse steps, power skills...

PE teachers wander among the students and give others a variety of questions.

"The footsteps are not right, I should have been taking a bigger step just now, lunges and knees.

"The strength didn't work well, and that punch had to turn the body."

"Don't be afraid, fight hard, yes that's it.

Time passed slowly, and when there was still half an hour left before the end of school, a physical education teacher suddenly said: "The time is almost up, and those who want to train in real combat can come to training." Hearing

this, many students hula all ran over.

The night wind didn't know why, but he also put down his dumbbells and went over.

Then I found that there is also practical sparring training here.

On the training ground, twelve physical education teachers are competing with twelve students.

Now the strength of these students is very average, so these physical education teachers are more defensive and exercise the students' offensive ability.

Fight back once or twice once in a while to exercise students' reflexes.

Night Breeze looked at it for a while, and many of these students had no foundation.

Half a month of actual combat practice seems to have improved a lot, but that level is also bluffing on the surface, and it is a flower rack in the eyes of insiders.

This kind of strength pile driving may make it alive, and the actual combat will die miserably.

Five minutes later, the first group of sparring sessions ended, and soon the second group of students rushed forward.

Then the third wave, the fourth wave....

Soon the last six students found a teacher as a sparring partner, leaving only Night Breeze standing outside stupidly.

Zhang Yifeng glanced at the night wind and walked over: "Night wind, you also come to try it, just to see your level." Hearing

this, Night Wind directly shook his head and decided: "I'll forget it." "

I can't do this kind of thing to kill in the limelight, I still want to honestly mix up in the college entrance examination."

The refusal of the night wind is in the eyes of others, and the night wind is afraid.

Especially before Night Wind said that he could get eighty points, many people heard it.

This guy looks strange and good-looking, which makes many boys a little jealous, and now he will definitely step on it when he sees the night wind and shame.

"I think he's afraid.

"He just said he could get eighty points."

"Just him? Bragging.

"I don't even dare to play, I look at eight points.

"Just his face is like a little white face, he has fought." "

......

Night Wind didn't care about the words around him, but if you think about it, blindly refusing didn't seem to be a solution.

Once or twice is okay, but more times will arouse the suspicion of others.

Thinking of this night wind, he finally nodded: "Okay, since that's the case, then try it."

Zhang Yifeng smiled: "Don't be afraid to hit casually, I'll be a sparring partner for you."

Night Wind was silent, just walked to the field and moved his arm and said lightly: "Can you start?"

"

Night wind is not nonsense, step out with the waist as the axis and blast out with a straight fist.

Zhang Yifeng raised his arm to resist.

A dull crash sounded ——! bang

.

Those students who were still taunting Night Wind just now instantly shut up.

Although they were not professionals, they could see that Night Wind's fist was powerful.

That guy doesn't seem to be a flower rack.

Night Wind doesn't care about those, since it has shot, there is no need to cover up.

At this moment, the night wind was like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, and the momentum was like a rainbow, and there was even a sound of breaking air between the fists and feet.

The surrounding students exclaimed.

"I'm going to make it, this guy is actually a practitioner."

"He must have been a trainee with two and a half years of training."

"This guy's movements are of good standard. "

Master, absolute master!" Everyone

was amazed, a transfer student actually showed such a good level of fighting, what this guy just said seemed to be true.

If the rating of awakening objects depends on luck, then the cultivation of martial arts is throwing money.

All kinds of medicinal herbs that nourish the body, professional coaches, various auxiliary treatment potions, etc.

Martial arts can't go on without money.

Everyone is talking in a low voice here, and the night wind is getting louder and louder over there.

Before the sparring session was beaten, this time I can finally hit others.

This feeling of beating people is completely different from the feeling of being beaten.

One word, cool!