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

"Teacher Wu, don't worry, I will definitely discuss this matter with Wu Bing."

"Master, you must not be impulsive! That Wu Bing is a warrior, and you are definitely not something you can compete with!"

Wu Ling hurriedly raised his head and shouted, he still had lingering fears when he thought of the other party's stick.

"Don't worry, Coach Wu, I'm free."

Yang Can grinned.

……

Before the father and son left, Yang Can pulled Yang Rong over and asked:

"Father, I'm afraid this is a bit weird.

The news of the Yueyang gang is too well-informed. I just wiped out the Gu family last night, and they came to the door early in the morning. "

"It's like this." Yang Rong nodded, not paying attention:

"The Yueyang Gang has a lot of hands and eyes in this Yuecheng, and there are countless secrets. Only the city lord's mansion of the imperial court can wrestle with them a little bit."

"No, I mean..." Yang Can lowered his voice:

"They probably knew too much detail. Wu Bing even knew everything about me beating Lin Tianhua with one punch, and there were only three people in the private room at that time..."

"You mean..."

Yang Rong glanced outside, then pulled Yang Can two steps closer to the hospital bed, and said softly:

"It is likely that Sun Wenyue and Zheng Yuandong were the ones who tipped off the news?"

"That's right, they should be the dark sons of the Yueyang Gang in the city!"

Yang Rong frowned, staring at his taller son and asked:

"What are you going to do?"

Yang Can narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly:

"Maybe, we can make good use of them by then..."

Chapter 10 Concentrate on cultivation!Yang Can came to ask for advice!

After an episode in the morning.

Yang Rong went out with Sun Wenyue and Zheng Yuandong to take over the business of the Gu family.

Yang Can, on the other hand, came to the martial arts arena to practice non-stop.

What happened in the morning made him understand the importance of strength once again.

Without strength, everything is empty talk!

With his strong upper body bare, Yang Can began to hone his skills punch by punch.

What he practiced was Black Tiger Fist, which was his main skill, and it was also his biggest reliance on becoming a martial artist.

After all, no matter how high the aptitude is, it doesn't add combat power, and he can't expect to scare others to death with high aptitude.

Under the sun, Yang Can sweated until noon, and then the maid Qiaoer brought him back a lot of potions adapted to the new exercises.

After Yang Can finished his meal, he began to practice the few exercises that he just got yesterday.

He doesn't ask for anything about these exercises, he just needs to add a qualification to get started.

And at night, he returned to his room and began to practice the Tianyang Kung Fu passed down by his family.

The days passed like this day by day, and the Lord Wu Xiang didn't bother them anymore.

Half a month later, the Yang family performed martial arts.

"Come on together."

Yang Can, who was covered in potion, pointed to the ten guards holding wooden sticks beside him.

"Yes!"

"Come on!"

The ten guards responded, and then roared and rushed forward aggressively with wooden sticks.

After a crackling sound.

Ten guards were lying on the ground full of splinters.

"Ugh."

Yang Can sighed helplessly.

This is a method he came up with more than ten days ago to quickly increase the proficiency of the Black Tiger Fist while practicing and fighting.

In the beginning, there were two rounds, with five people in groups. After fighting in the morning, the proficiency of Black Tiger Fist would also increase by 10%, which is not bad.

But it is a pity that as his cultivation progresses higher and his strength becomes stronger, even if the number of people has doubled now, the effect of cultivation is indeed getting worse and worse.

He also thought about keeping his strength and hand, but in this way, the proficiency is not as good as when he purely practiced.

Looking at the 2% progress of the 78nd stage Black Tiger Fist on the panel, Yang Can showed helplessness:

"It seems that I can only practice step by step and practice slowly."

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Master, be careful!"

Yang Can raised his eyebrows, turned around and punched. After seeing that it was Wu Ling, he stretched his brows and retracted his strength a little.

Bang!

The two punched each other, and Wu Ling took a step back.

He looked shocked and shouted hello!Step forward to attack again.

Yang Can didn't dodge either, he put on a posture and slammed the Black Tiger Fist!

Bang bang bang!

The sound of fist clashing continued continuously.

After seven or eight moves, Wu Ling couldn't hold on anymore, and retreated five steps in a row, and finally stopped the castration.

"Oh, it seems that I am indeed old."

Wu Ling sighed with a wry smile.

"Haha, why did Instructor Wu say that? I think you will become a martial artist within three years."

Wu Ling shook his head, staring at his right arm which had just healed from a serious injury, he said with some loss:

"Maybe there was hope before, but now... this arm can only use [-]% of its strength..."

His aptitude is acceptable, and he will indeed become a warrior in a few years.

It's just that now it's equivalent to being crippled. Not only has there been no hope of progress, but the strength has also dropped a lot.

If Yang Can hadn't kept his hand, he would have been powerless to fight after the first punch.

"Don't worry, they will pay the price they deserve."

Yang Can comforted in a low voice.

But Wu Ling smiled, and changed the subject:

"By the way, young master, last time when I was seriously injured, I vaguely heard you and the master say that you suspect that Sun Wenyue and Zheng Yuandong are the dark sons of the Yueyang Gang?"

"Not bad, what's the matter?"

Wu Ling shook his head and said:

"I don't know about Zheng Yuandong, but Sun Wenyue probably isn't."

"How to say?" Yang Can asked doubtfully.

"When I first came to Yuecheng with my master, I scooped up a lot of news both openly and secretly, including that of Sun Wenyue.

It is heard that he was also a small local merchant in his early years, but later it is said that his only son died at the hands of Yueyang's gang. "

Yang Can's eyes brightened and said:

"Oh? Then the reason why he founded the gang..."

Wu Ling nodded and continued:

"It is very likely that he wants to avenge his son.

However, the Yueyang Gang didn't take him seriously, and the person who killed his son also died accidentally in a fight.

In addition, his Huitian Gang has not improved in recent years, and he himself is a fool with no skills, so this matter has gradually been forgotten. "

"I see." Yang Can nodded slightly:

"In this way, it seems that there is only one person left..."

……

After Wu Ling left, Yang Can glanced at the panel, and unexpectedly discovered that his proficiency in the Black Tiger Fist had increased by 1% in the fight just now!

"It seems that if you want to continue to increase your proficiency through actual combat, you still need to find a strong master!"

Yang Can chuckled lightly, put on some clothes, turned around and left the Yang Mansion.

Kaishan martial arts gym.

drink!what!

Dozens of disciples sweated in groups of two and two, practicing martial arts!

At this time, the door was pushed open, and a young man with a shaved body, a strong figure, and a height of about 1.7 meters [-] stepped in.

"Who is it!" Immediately, a disciple stepped forward and asked.

The young man stood still on the spot and slightly cupped his hands:

"My lord, Yang Can, I heard that Master Xia's mountain-opening palm is extremely sharp, so I'm here to ask for advice!"

"Looking for advice?" Sitting on the stage, the owner of the gymnasium, Xia Hong, dressed in practice clothes, glanced at him and snorted coldly:

"Hmph, cats and dogs dare to come here to act wildly, Wang Gui, you go up and dismiss them."

"Yes!"

The disciples beside him agreed, and galloped towards Yang Can with a single tiptoe.

Bang!

With a loud noise, Wang Gui flew back at a faster speed than he used to go out, and a large character was embedded on the wall.

"you……"

This scene silenced the entire martial arts hall, and Xia Hong stood up from his seat abruptly. He stared at Yang Can with surprise on his face.

This is meeting a master!

He immediately bowed his hand in return and asked:

"Who is your Excellency? This level of punching power must not be unknown. I don't know where our martial arts offended you?"

His first reaction was that he thought that the other party was here to take revenge, so he asked this question.

"My name is Yang Can. I just came here to ask for advice after hearing that Pavilion Master Xia is famous all over the world." Yang Can said seriously.

Xia Hong watched it carefully for a while, and then he was sure that the other party was not joking.

There are also quite a few martial idiots in the arena, who specifically challenge others to improve themselves, presumably he met that kind of person.

Without any hesitation at the moment, he took two steps forward and made a gesture:

"Please advise!"

"Hey, don't worry." Yang Can smiled, took out a cheat book from his pocket and said:

"It's a bit boring to fight, why don't I use this Crane Claw as a prize, and how about fighting against the Mountain Opening Palm of your martial arts school?"

Xia Hong's eyes lit up. If he wins, he will get a copy of the exercises for nothing. Even if he loses, he will be given a copy of the exercises. It is not too bad a loss.

What's more, since this kid is so young, his combat experience must be very shallow!The odds are great!