Proficiency: Tens Of Millions Of Practice

Chapter 2 Shadowless Fist

When the disciples in the courtyard saw the master coming back, they immediately practiced more seriously and diligently, shouting louder than ever before.

Sun Chengshan glanced over, showing a satisfied expression, and walked to the edge of the yard.

There is a well-made Taishi chair and a matching small coffee table, which is his special seat.

He didn't sit down at this moment, he just picked up a cup of tea that his disciple had brewed on the coffee table, and said to Wang Yu flatly, "Take a step."

Wang Yu was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly glanced at the several disciples in the courtyard who were striding forward, and his waist sank as shown.

It's just that his horse gait is much worse than that of the real Lian Jiazi, and he looks vain and unsteady.

Sun Chengshan didn't care, and stretched out his hands to knead and beat Wang Yu's body.

"Okay."

After a while, Sun Chengshan withdrew his hands and asked Wang Yu to stand up.

Wang Yu couldn't see what Sun Chengshan was thinking, so he just followed suit.

"Hezheng, come here." Sun Chengshan sat on the grand teacher's chair and waved to the older disciple beside him.

"Yes, master." Song He said solemnly, and strode forward to the courtyard.

"I only demonstrate three times, and try to write down all the details of my movements."

After Song Hezheng finished speaking, before Wang Yu could respond, he had already put on a stance.

Tighten your stomach and raise your breath, step up and punch out.

Snapped!

The fist was as fast as lightning, piercing the air with a crisp sound.

Then came the second punch, the third punch

Song Hezheng was walking around, his steps were steady with certain rules, moving with the force of his fists.

Wang Yu's eyes widened. What Song Hezheng demonstrated to him was undoubtedly a set of boxing techniques.

Guessing that this should also be a test before becoming a teacher, he didn't dare to be careless at all, and focused on Song Hezheng's every move.

After a while, Song Hezheng's punching stopped abruptly.

"This is the first time."

After a brief reminder, he started punching again from the beginning, his punching steps were still so smooth, and every movement seemed to be exactly the same.

Wang Yu secretly groaned in his heart.

At the end of the first round, he quickly reviewed it in his mind, but he only remembered the amazing punches that Song Hezheng had punched, and more of them were still vague.

After all, he had never been exposed to martial arts before, and he memorized them entirely with his memory.

The second round ended soon, and Song Hezheng played the third round without stopping.

Wang Yu stood motionless, and his eyes never left him from the beginning to the end.

At the end of Song Hezheng's second pass, he had already memorized a lot.

After the third time, he was somewhat sure that he could restore most of Song Hezheng's movements in his memory.

After punching, Song He's expression was as usual, and he couldn't breathe for a while. With this amount of exercise, he couldn't even sweat.

"This is the half set of basic boxing styles of my Shadowless Fist. Show me what you wrote down."

Sun Chengshan had already drank half a cup of tea at this moment, and he didn't speak to Wang Yu until Song Hezheng walked to his side.

Wang Yu seldom does anything he is not sure about, but this time he can only bite the bullet.

Compared with Song Hezheng, an orthodox disciple, he opened his hands in a posture, which naturally lacked a bit of momentum, and his movements were not quite standard.

Wang Yu couldn't care less, he forced himself to settle down and restore as many details of the action as possible according to his memory.

After finishing half a set of basic boxing styles, Wang Yu is quite satisfied with his performance.

In such a short period of time, he thinks that he can memorize so many movements and connect them well, which is already considered an extraordinary performance.

Sun Chengshan nodded when he saw it, "The bones are so-so, but the understanding is not bad."

"Then me." Wang Yu was overjoyed. Although he didn't think highly of it, as long as he could practice martial arts, he would be fine.

As long as he can practice a little tricks, he can survive in this world, and he won't go to the mine to die.

Sun Chengshan squinted his eyes and snorted softly, "Don't get too excited, it takes time, effort and money to practice martial arts.

Regardless of the long-term, if you fail to practice the first level of physical training with me within three months, it will prove that martial arts are not for you, and you will have to leave by yourself when the time comes. "

"I've thought it through, please accept me!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Yu offered the tuition fee with both hands with a firm expression.

That night, Wang Yu stayed in the boxing gym.

The thousand tuition fees are not for nothing. In name, he is now considered a tentative disciple of the boxing gym and can live in the boxing gym.

The courtyard of the boxing gym is quite large, and there are several rows of rooms in the depth.

The room assigned to Wang Yu shared with two other tentative disciples.

One is Wang Sanwa and the other is Li Niushan.

Wang Sanwa is ordinary-looking, small in stature, and doesn't look like a child from a good family.

He is two years younger than Wang Yu.

Another Li Niushan, as his name suggests, is dark-skinned and as strong as an ox. He is 20 this year.

"Brother Wang, we are an old ancestor, we will take care of each other in the boxing gym from now on."

Wang Sanwa approached Wang Yu first, and she is quite lively and talkative.

"I'm only tentative, and I may be leaving in three months." Wang Yu shook his head.

"Who isn't? I've been here for almost two months, and I haven't even touched a shadow of this body training first level. If I want to leave, I will go first."

Wang Sanwa's bed was next to Wang Yu's. On weekdays, although Li Niushan was simple and honest, he was a dull gourd and didn't speak for a long time.

Finally came Wang Yu, and he chatted endlessly.

Wang Yu is also willing to communicate, and learned about many big and small things in the boxing gym in advance through Wang Sanwa.

For example, their master Sun Chengshan, who first came to No. 732 Island Town for only three years, has run the boxing gym well.

Relying on his personal strong cultivation base strength.

It is said that with a set of unpredictable Wuying Fist, he has cultivated the fifth level of body forging strength.

In three years, he selected three martial arts masters in a row, and his reputation rose.

About the master Sun Chengshan, Wang Sanwa actually didn't know much. After all, he had only been here for about two months, and he mostly heard what other disciples said.

The next day, early in the morning.

All tentative disciples gathered in the courtyard to start a day of morning exercises.

Song Hezheng showed up an hour late and took the initiative to find Wang Yu.

"You have watched the first half of the basic boxing styles yesterday, and then I will teach you the complete Wuyingquan basic boxing styles.

Practice hard, and try to reach the first level of exercise within three months. "

Song Hezheng encouraged Wang Yu a little.

He is the big brother here, so he is qualified to teach art on behalf of the teacher.

Wang Yu couldn't wait a long time ago, and immediately nodded in response.

Song Hezheng filled in the place where yesterday's boxing routine stopped abruptly, and finished a complete set of basic boxing styles in front of Wang Yu.

No more stuttering until the end.

"You first memorize this set of boxing styles and practice them. Remember, the more proficient and standard the movements, the better the boxing effect will be. If you encounter any confusion during the process, you can come to me." Song Hezheng is not Xu Xu Said unhurriedly.

"Thank you, senior brother, for teaching me." Wang Yu thanked him.

Song Hezheng nodded, and then pointed to the other tentative disciples.

Wang Yu immediately retracted his gaze and called up the panel in his mind.

Name: Wang Yu

Race: Terran

Repair: None

Martial arts skills: Wuyingquan - basic boxing style (can be practiced)

"Yes!"

Wang Yu clenched his fists and looked at the panel countless times, but this time there was finally a change.

In the column of martial arts skills, the basic Wuyingquan style taught by Song Hezheng just appeared on it, and it showed that it could be practiced.

"But, how to practice?"

Wang Yu frowned, trying to use the basic boxing movement, and took a sudden step and punched out.

His punching has been much better than yesterday, and he won't be too floating.

There was no movement on the panel, so Wang Yu simply punched out a whole set of basic punches when he saw it.

His physical strength was far inferior to that of Song Hezheng. Even though his playing was not up to standard and very unfamiliar, he was still sweating.

The muscles all over his body felt a little sore and numb, which was very obvious.

"So amazing?" Wang Yu froze for a moment, temporarily forgetting the panel in his mind, and focused all his attention on this set of basic boxing styles.

Obviously it's just like cats and tigers, but the effect of exercise is real.

"Is it the effect of these special exertion movements?" Wang Yu guessed inwardly.

"As he said, if the standard of this set of playing is proficient, I am afraid that the degree of physical exercise will be greatly improved."

This time, Wang Yu became more interested in this boxing style, and after a short rest, he immediately opened up the boxing style again.

A more standard first punch, slammed out.

+1

"Ok?"

Wang Yu was taken aback for a moment, what seemed to be a pop in front of his eyes just now?

Glancing at the panel, everything remained the same, so he regained his composure and punched again.

+1

This time, Wang Yu saw clearly.

At the moment of punching just now, a translucent number '+1' emerged from his punch.

Although the significance of the number on the fist is not yet understood, it can basically be concluded that it is related to the panel in his mind.

Last night, Wang Sanwa didn't mention this number, and I'm afraid he is the only one with this situation.

Simply, Wang Yu simply finished a set of punches in one go.

During the period, the translucent '+1' appeared 11 times in total.

"It seems to be the game proficiency function I set."

In order to prove the idea, Wang Yu began to repeat this basic boxing style over and over again.

Rest when you are tired, and continue practicing after the rest, without stopping at all.

His whole body was dripping with sweat, and his clothes and pants were soon soaked, but Wang Yu didn't realize it.

I just felt scorching hot all over, my heart was pounding, and my blood was boiling.

His eyes became brighter, and every time he punched, he would understand and discover more standard detailed techniques for exerting force by himself, without Song Hezheng's on-site guidance at all.

In just one day, he has already played well, not at all like a young man who has just started.

Even many tentative disciples who have practiced for a month or two are not as proficient in boxing as Wang Yu.

"Many development nodes and skills can be learned without a teacher in a day, but the master actually said that his understanding is only fair..."

Song Hezheng's mouth twitched slightly.

(end of this chapter)