Proficiency: Cultivated 10 Million Times

When the disciples in the courtyard saw the master coming back, they immediately practiced more earnestly and diligently, and the shouts in their mouths were louder than ever before.

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

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

He didn't sit down at this moment, he just picked up a cup of tea made by the disciple on the coffee table, and said lightly to Wang Yu, "Take a horse step."

Wang Yu was stunned for a moment, then quickly glanced at a few disciples in the courtyard who were stomping on horses, and his waist sank as he did.

It's just that his stance is much worse than that of a real trainer, and it's unsteady to look at.

Sun Chengshan didn't care either, he stretched out his hands to knead and beat Wang Yu everywhere.

"Alright."

After a while, Sun Chengshan pulled his hand away and asked Wang Yu to get up.

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

"Hezheng, come on." Sun Chengshan sat on the chair of the Grand Master and waved to the older disciple beside him.

"Yes, master." Song Hezheng said sternly, striding forward to the courtyard.

"I only demonstrated it three times, and wrote down all the details of my movements as much as possible."

Song Hezheng finished speaking, and without waiting for Wang Yu to respond, he had already taken a stance.

He folded his belly and lifted his breath, then stepped up and punched out.

Snapped!

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

Then the second punch, the third punch...

Song Hezheng roamed around, his steps were steady with a certain pattern, and he moved with his fists.

Wang Yu's eyes widened, Song Hezheng showed him a set of boxing skills.

Guessing that this should also be a test before entering the apprenticeship. He didn't dare to be careless and focused on Song Hezheng's every move.

It didn't take a moment for Song Hezheng's fist to stop abruptly.

"This is the first time."

After a simple reminder, he started from the beginning for the second time, and his punches were still smooth and smooth, and every movement seemed to be exactly the same.

Wang Yu secretly complained in his heart.

At the end of the first time, he quickly reviewed it in his mind, but he only remembered a few amazing punches from Song Hezheng, more of which were vague.

After all, he had never been in contact with martial arts before, and he was relying on his memory to remember.

The second time also ended quickly, and Song Hezheng kept playing for the third time.

Wang Yu stood motionless, his eyes never leaving him.

By the end of Song Hezheng's second time, he had already written down a lot.

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

After punching, Song He's face was as usual, and he didn't catch his breath. This amount of exercise didn't even make him 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, and only said to Wang Yu after Song Hezheng walked to his side.

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

Swinging his hands up, compared to Song Hezheng, an orthodox disciple, he naturally lost a bit of momentum and his movements were not quite standard.

Wang Yu couldn't control that much, so he forced himself to calm down and restore as many details of the movements as possible according to his memory.

After half a set of basic punches, Wang Yu was quite satisfied with his performance.

In such a short period of time, he believed that he could memorize so many movements, and he connected them in a good manner, which was considered an extraordinary performance.

Sun Chengshan nodded when he saw it, "The bones are so-so, but the savvy and intelligence are not bad."

"Then I..." Wang Yu was overjoyed. Although his evaluation was not high, as long as he could practice martial arts, it would be fine.

As long as you can practice a little bit of success, you can survive in this world, and you won't go to the mines to work until you die.

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

Long-term aside, if you can't practice the first level of bodybuilding with me within three months, it will prove that martial arts are not for you, and you will be left on your own at that time. You have to think carefully about it. "

"I've thought about it clearly, please accept me!"

Wang Yu didn't hesitate at all, his expression was firm, and he offered the tuition fee with both hands.

......

That night, Wang Yu stayed at the boxing gym.

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

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

The room assigned by Wang Yu lived with two other tentative disciples.

One is called Wang Sanwa and the other is called Li Niushan.

Wang Sanwa is ordinary in appearance, 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, who lives up to his name, has dark skin, and is as strong as an ox. He is twenty this year.

"Brother Wang, we have an old ancestor, so we should take care of each other in the gym in the future."

Wang Sanwa was the first to find Wang Yu, who was quite lively and talkative.

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

"Who's not? I've been here for almost two months, and I haven't even touched a single shadow in the first forging. If I want to leave, I'll leave first."

Wang Sanwa's bed is next to Wang Yu. Although Li Niushan is a simple and honest person, he is a boring gourd and doesn't speak for a long time.

Wang Yu finally came, and he chatted endlessly.

Wang Yu is also willing to communicate. Through Wang Sanwa, he learned a lot about the big and small things of the boxing gym in advance.

For example, their master Sun Chengshan, who first came to No. 732 Island Town for only three years, has built a boxing gym with great success.

Relying on his personal powerful cultivation strength.

It is said that with a set of unpredictable shadowless fists, he has just cultivated the fifth-level strength of body forging.

In the past three years, three martial arts hall masters have been selected in a row, and his reputation has risen.

In fact, Wang Sanwa doesn't know much about the master Sun Chengshan. After all, he has only been here for about two months, and he mostly listens to what other disciples have to say.

The next day, early in the morning.

All the tentative disciples gathered in the courtyard and started a day of morning exercises.

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

"Yesterday you have seen the first half of the basic boxing, and then I will teach you the complete basic boxing of the shadowless boxing.

Practice hard, and strive to reach the first weight of bodybuilding within three months. "

Song Hezheng encouraged Wang Yu a little.

He is the senior brother here, so he has the qualification to teach art on behalf of his teacher.

Wang Yu couldn't wait, and nodded immediately.

Song Hezheng filled in the place where the punching path stopped abruptly yesterday, and finished a complete set of basic punches in front of Wang Yu.

No more lag, until the end.

"You first write down this set of boxing styles and practice them. Remember, the more skilled the movements are, the better the training effect of the boxing will be. If you encounter any confusion in the process, you can come to me." Song Hezheng Buxu said without hesitation.

"Thank you senior brother for teaching." 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: Human

Repair: none

Martial Arts Technique: Shadowless Fist-Basic Fist (can be practiced)

"There is!"

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

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

"But, how do you practice?"

Wang Yu frowned, tried to use the basic boxing style to start his hand, and slammed into a punch.

His punches are much better than yesterday, and they won't float too much.

There was no movement on the panel. Seeing this, Wang Yu simply finished the whole set of basic punches.

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

The muscles all over the body felt a little sore and numb during exercise, which was very noticeable.

"So miraculous?" Wang Yu was stunned for a moment, temporarily forgetting the panel in his mind, and focusing on this basic set of punches.

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

"Is it the effect of these special force-generating movements?" Wang Yu guessed inwardly.

"As he said, if the standard of this set of fighting is proficient, I am afraid that the level of physical training will be greatly improved."

Now, Wang Yu was more interested in this boxing technique. After taking a short rest, he immediately opened his boxing technique again.

A more standard first punch, slammed.

+1

"Um?"

Wang Yu was stunned, what seemed to pop up in front of his eyes just now?

Glancing at the panel, everything was the same as before, so he calmed down a little and punched again.

+1

This time, Wang Yu saw it clearly.

At the moment he punched just now, a '+1' translucent number popped up from his punch.

Although I still don't understand the meaning of the numbers on this fist, I can basically conclude that it has something to do with the panel in his mind.

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

Simply, Wang Yu 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 confirm the assumption, Wang Yu began to repeat this basic boxing style over and over again.

When you are tired, you take a rest, and after you take a rest, you continue to practice.

He was dripping with sweat, and soon his clothes were soaked, but Wang Yu didn't notice it.

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

His eyes became brighter and brighter, he would comprehend every time he performed a punch, and found out on his own a more standard detailed technique of exerting force, and he didn't need Song Hezheng's on-site guidance at all.

In just one day of kung fu, he has already played well, and he doesn't look like a young man who has just started.

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

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

Song Hezheng's mouth twitched slightly.