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"You are a very nice person." Lin Feng looked at Li Feiyun and shook his head, saying, "Thank you. I have my own way of practicing."

"Okay then." Li Feiyun spread his hands and did not insist, retreating to the side.

"Li Feiyun is the best practitioner of the "Heavenly Thunder Fist" here. Lin Feng actually refused Li Feiyun's guidance?"

"Except for Instructor Zhang, Li Feiyun is the best practitioner of the "Heavenly Thunder Fist". Why did Lin Feng refuse?"

"A genius like Lin Feng must be arrogant and unwilling to accept guidance from others."

"Li Feiyun is at the ninth level of the Battle Emperor Realm and has a strong talent. It is not shameful for Lin Feng to be guided by Li Feiyun? But he refused this? I really don't understand."

The people around shook their heads.

Zhang Long came to Lin Feng and said, "Lin Feng, you just started practicing the "Heavenly Thunder Fist", it's a good thing to have someone to guide you, so that you can practice the "Heavenly Thunder Fist" faster."

Zhang Long paused and continued, "How about this, since you don't want Li Feiyun to guide you to practice, then I will come to guide you to practice, how about it?"

"Instructor Zhang, it's really not necessary, I have my own way of practice." Lin Feng still shook his head and refused.

Zhang Long was stunned, then sighed, "Okay, then you practice well."

After that, Zhang Long shook his head and left.

Lin Feng turned around and punched under the endless thunder projected by the holographic projection.

One punch.

Two punches.

Three punches.

...

Lin Feng's fists were waving vigorously.

The students around were stunned.

Is this the way of practice that Lin Feng said?

"No way, Lin Feng thought that he could practice the Heavenly Thunder Fist to perfection by punching under thunder?"

"What is Lin Feng doing? Punching under thunder, or punching under fake thunder? Can this method practice the Heavenly Thunder Fist to perfection?"

"If Lin Feng can practice the Heavenly Thunder Fist to perfection with this method, I will wash my hair upside down."

"Old Zhou, you are too narrow-minded. If Lin Feng can practice the Heavenly Thunder Fist to perfection with this method, I will eat shit upside down."

The whole martial arts training ground was noisy.

Everyone really couldn't understand why such a monster like Lin Feng would practice the Heavenly Thunder Fist in such a sensational way.

Zhang Long and Li Feiyun couldn't help shaking their heads and sighing.

Lin Feng's talent is good, but Lin Feng is too arrogant and doesn't know how to humbly accept others' advice.

Such a person, no matter how talented he is, is destined to not go far.

"It seems that Lin Feng will only be a flash in the pan." Zhang Long shook his head.

Boom!

At this time, the dull sound of thunder echoed.

Electric arcs suddenly appeared around Lin Feng.

These arcs continued to spread and soon spread to the entire training room.

"What's going on?! Lin Feng has practiced the "Heavenly Thunder Fist" to perfection?!"

"Fuck! With this formation, Lin Feng has definitely practiced the "Heavenly Thunder Fist" to perfection!"

"No way, Lin Feng can practice the "Heavenly Thunder Fist" to perfection by punching under the thunder?!"

The people in the training room opened their mouths wide, shocked.

Zhang Long and Li Feiyun stared at Lin Feng with wide eyes.

They have the most profound understanding of the "Heavenly Thunder Fist" and naturally know the "Heavenly Thunder Fist" best.

This is clearly a sign that the "Heavenly Thunder Fist" has been practiced to perfection!

However, Lin Feng just punched under the thunder, how could he practice the "Heavenly Thunder Fist" to perfection? !

Boom!

A low explosion echoed.

Lin Feng punched the wall of the training room.

The thunder in the entire training room gathered at the point where Lin Feng hit.

Electric arcs entangled.

A small piece of charred appeared where Lin Feng hit, and it could not be dispersed.

"Lin... Lin Feng punched a piece of charred black in the training room?!"

"Fuck, even a warrior of the ninth level of the War Emperor Realm would find it difficult to leave a mark on the wall of the training room. Lin Feng actually punched a piece of charred black on the wall of the training room!"

"Lin Feng's strength is outrageous. He actually left a piece of charred black on the wall of the training room!"

The people around him widened their eyes, their faces twitched, and even their breathing became a little faster.

Li Feiyun and Zhang Long were dumbfounded.

Now they understood that Lin Feng really had his own training method.

"Old... Old Li, wasn't Lin Feng just asking you about the "Heavenly Thunder Fist"? How come Lin Feng has mastered the "Heavenly Thunder Fist" in a blink of an eye?" Zhou Yuan spoke.

Li Zhiming's face twitched, and he came back to his senses and said, "This... How would I know this?"

"It's been a few days since he asked me about the "Heavenly Thunder Fist".Minutes only."

"It took him only a few minutes to practice the Heavenly Thunder Fist to perfection."

"This is too outrageous."

"Old Li, it seems that we have really provoked a monster this time." Zhou Yuan took a breath.

"We have indeed provoked a monster this time." Li Zhiming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Old Zhou, in the next few days, let's practice defensive martial arts well."

"Ah? Why?" Zhou Yuan asked.

"Resistant to beating. "Li Zhiming replied.

Zhou Yuan: "..."

Boom boom boom!

Under the thunder of the holographic projection, Lin Feng continued to swing his fists.

The 10,001st punch.

The 10,002nd punch.

The 10,003rd punch.

...

The people around frowned when they saw this.

Hasn't Lin Feng already practiced the "Heavenly Thunder Fist" to perfection? Why is Lin Feng still swinging his fists?

Zhang Hu and Li Feiyun were also confused.

What on earth is Lin Feng practicing?

Boom!

Before everyone could think about it, purple arcs suddenly wrapped around Lin Feng's body.

The purple arc spread rapidly with Lin Feng as the center, spreading to the entire martial arts training ground.

The entire martial arts training ground was like a huge thunder pond at this moment!

"Fuck, why is this purple lightning so powerful? ! It burned my arm."

"What's going on? Why is there a smell of barbecue? "Fuck, Lao Zhou, your legs are on fire!"

"No way, what kind of martial arts is this Lin Feng? How can it be so powerful?"

The training room was noisy.

Under the gaze of everyone, Lin Feng clenched his fist and smashed the wall next to him again.

Boom!

The explosion echoed.

The purple thunder in the entire training room all gathered on Lin Feng's fist.

The wall hit by Lin Feng became more and more charred and slightly concave.

When Lin Feng retracted his fist, a charred fist mark appeared on the wall.

Silence!

The entire martial arts training ground was dead silent.

Everyone stared at the charred fist mark left by Lin Feng with dull eyes.

This training room is made of special materials. Even a warrior of the ninth level of the War Emperor Realm can hardly leave a mark on the wall of the training room.

But Lin Feng's punch landed, and he left a fist mark directly on the wall.

This is a monster!