Martial arts master: My aptitude depends entirely on the pile of exercises

Martial Dao Grandmaster: My aptitude depends entirely on the accumulation of exercises, I have to take it easy

With just a stretch, Yang Can traveled to a world full of chaos and monsters.

Martial arts are respected here, but Yang Can's aptitude is mediocre, but he found that the more exercises he has learned, the aptitude will be infinitely improved!

Number of entry-level skills: 20, current qualifications: 20 Very smart!

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Number of entry-level skills: 80, current qualification: 100 once in a century!

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Number of entry-level skills: 700, current qualification: 10000 Great Emperor's Capital!

It is not a big deal for Yang Can to be too greedy and not as good as one master. He keeps searching for exercises, strengthens himself, and eventually becomes the strongest martial arts master in this world!

Chapter 1 Qualifications are mediocre!Gongfa compensation!

Dagan, Yuecheng, Jiangzhou.

"Tuk Tuk"

The gentle knock on the door was accompanied by a crisp female voice from outside the door:

"Master, Master."

Yang Can, who was lying on the bed and reading a book, was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that "Master" was calling him.

Putting down the book, Yang Can shook his head lightly.

It has been seven days since he came to this world, and he still can't accept it.

After all, time travel came too suddenly.

It was just a matter of stretching, and the scene in front of him completely changed——

From a small reinforced concrete room with modern decoration, it has become an antique wooden structure mansion.

As for his current identity, he is the eldest son of the merchant Yang family in Yuecheng, a 16-year-old boy with the same name and surname as Yang Can.

It stands to reason that traveling through a wealthy family and having no worries about food and clothing is a good start, but Yang Can was a little worried.

In the past few days, he has learned about the world through books and small talk.

The place he is currently in is called the Dagan Dynasty.

However, although Daqian now has the name of a dynasty, it does not have the reality of a dynasty. It can be said that it has reached the verge of extinction.

Bandits and thieves are rampant in the territory, and the local tyrants support themselves and stand on their own hills. In addition, monsters are rampant, and natural disasters are frequent. It can be said that the people are in dire straits.

The only ones who can survive in this chaotic world are martial arts experts.

But unfortunately, Yang Can is not.

"Master, master is waiting for you in the study."

The maid Qiaoer's voice sounded from outside the door again.

"understood."

Yang Can, who came back to his senses, responded. After getting up and taking a shower, he looked at his delicate and immature face in the bronze mirror and smiled.

Then put on a light blue robe, opened the door and followed the maid to leave.

As soon as he arrived at the study, Yang Rong, the father of this body, greeted him.

"Chan'er, how is your body?"

Yang Rong looks about 50 to [-] years old, but his temples are white, but he speaks in a full-fledged manner, not very old.

"Daddy, I'm better."

Yang Can responded with a smile, but felt a little emotional in his heart.

He was fine, but the original owner of this body was not so lucky.

On the day he crossed over, the other party died of depression due to years of martial arts practice and no progress.

"That's good, that's good!" Yang Rong smiled, reached out and patted Yang Can's shoulder and asked again:

"Then have you made any progress in your cultivation in the past few days?"

Yang Can shook his head, a little discouraged and said:

"It's still the same as before."

Yang Rong's complexion darkened, his hands paused, and he sighed:

"It seems that you, like father, are of mediocre qualifications."

Immediately, he immediately returned to normal, and said with a smile:

"Our family's "Tianyang Gong" is already difficult to cultivate. Besides, it doesn't matter if you can't learn it. Isn't dad living well?"

Having said that, Yang Rong felt extremely regretful.

If he could learn Tianyang Kungfu and become a warrior, then the Yang family would not be forced to live in a small southern border town like Yuecheng.

"Is the aptitude mediocre? You really know the son is like the father!"

Yang Can didn't hear what Yang Rong said behind him, he gave a wry smile in his heart, and glanced at the upper right corner of his sight without any trace, there was a translucent simple panel:

Kung Fu: Tianyang Kung Fu (3% for beginners)

Qualification: 6 mediocre (compensation for the number of exercises: 0)

"Ok?"

Yang Can raised his brows suddenly, this panel was brought with him after time travel.

He studied it for a long time, but he didn't find any use for this thing, but now, there is an additional value on it that he has never seen before.

"Compensation for the number of exercises? Compensation for what? Qualification?"

"But don't I have Tianyang Kung Fu? Why is it still 0? Could it be that when I learn a kung fu method, this aptitude will be improved?"

Yang Can lowered his eyebrows and thought, at this time Yang Rong spoke again:

"Okay, Can'er, you go down first, take your time in cultivation, don't worry."

"By the way, you try to go out as little as possible recently, and the days are becoming more and more uneven..." Yang Rong, who turned and returned to his seat, reminded him, then looked out the window and said to himself in a daze:

"Eastern monsters are raging, and I heard that another group of thugs went south and killed many people. What's more terrible is that there is still a severe drought this year, and there is no harvest. Alas! This world..."

"Father, do you have any other exercises at home?" Yang Can suddenly asked, he decided to verify his conjecture first.

"What, other exercises..." Yang Rong was taken aback, then said with some disappointment:

"That's right, there has been no progress for so many years, and you almost broke your body because of this, maybe it's time to give up..."

Yang Can looked at his gloomy expression and knew that he had misunderstood, so he explained:

"Father, I just want to change my way of thinking and think about it. Maybe I can learn Tianyang Kungfu by analogy?"

"yes……"

Yang Rong showed a somewhat reluctant smile, and he obviously had no hope for what Yang Can said.

"In this case, you should go to the head coach Wu."

He waved his hands disinterestedly.

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It can be said that the Yang family can occupy a place in Yuecheng, Wuling, and Wuling's coach can be said to have contributed a lot.

Although he is not a martial artist, he has made a name for himself in this border town with his astonishingly powerful Black Tiger Fist.

Not long after, Yang Can found Wu Ling who was teaching the guards in the martial arts training ground. He clasped his fists and saluted, explaining the purpose of his visit.

"You mean you want to learn martial arts?" Wu Ling, who is quite strong and strong, said with a smile immediately:

"Okay! I told the master a long time ago that if you don't have some kung fu in this world, it's not easy to go out!"

"Hmm... How about Black Tiger Fist?" He pondered for a while, then said loudly:

"This is my famous stunt, most people want to learn it, but I still refuse to teach it!"

Yang Can's expression moved slightly, and he hurriedly asked:

"Black Tiger Fist? How long will it take me to learn it?"

"Well..." Wu Ling sized him up, then patted his chest and shouted:

"Normally, with the help of ordinary people and my careful teaching, one year is enough to get started!"

Wu Ling is speaking based on his own experience, and he doesn't dare to guarantee how long it will take to learn.

Martial arts practice pays attention to aptitude, if Yang Can has no talent, let alone one year, even ten years may not be successful.

It can be seen from the fact that in this small Xiaoyue city, first-rate players like him are no more than ten fingers.

a year?

It was too long, Yang Can frowned slightly, he just wanted to quickly prove that his guess was correct.

"The Black Tiger Fist is certainly good, but the training time is too long. I'm afraid that if I don't have patience, I will give up halfway, and I will live up to Coach Wu's good intentions."

Yang Can found an excuse and asked again:

"Teacher Wu, do you know if there is a faster way to get started?"

Wu Ling didn't say much, but after thinking about it, he said straightforwardly:

"Since that's the case, I still have a set of catching crane claws here, which are quite powerful. After learning it, it's no problem to deal with ordinary second-rate experts."

"How long will it take to learn?" Yang Can asked.

"Four or five months is enough."

"Is there a faster one?"

Yang Can was still not satisfied.

"faster……"

Hearing this, Wu Ling frowned with two thick eyebrows, thought for a while and persuaded:

"Master, there is no such thing as instant success in martial arts.

Whether it is the mind and luck that are emphasized in internal exercises, or the so-called body training and shape quenching in external exercises, it takes a lot of time to practice and study.

What can be learned quickly are those popular exercises with empty moves, but what's the use of learning that kind of thing?

It's just better than the bastard fist used by hooligans, it's better to spend some time to calm down and learn a powerful skill! "

Yang Can said with a smile;

"I understand, isn't it because I want to find a simpler method to get started first?"

"Master, you... oh!"

Wu Ling couldn't persuade him, so he sighed, turned his head and told the person next to him:

"Go, get the exercise book that was distributed by the Chengxi Martial Arts Center on the street last month."

Soon, a booklet with a curled cover was delivered to Yang Can.

He roughly flipped through it, and his heart was pounding. Can this thing really be called a skill?

The booklet is only a dozen pages, and although it is full of pictures of villains, there is no text description.

Apart from the word Changquan on the cover, he couldn't find a third word, and it was nothing like the Tianyang Kung Fu that was handed down in his family that was full of explanations.

Moreover, the movements of the villain in this painting look even more similar to the radio gymnastics in the previous life.

"Try it first."

Yang Can waved his hand, took the brochure and left on his own.

There was no difficulty in practicing Changquan, and Yang Can had already memorized the movements in the pamphlet at night.

After spending another morning consolidating the next day, he was finally able to break away from the booklet and type out the sixteen moves coherently.