Net King System of Tennis

Chapter 131 Cultivation
Spiritual practice.

Since then, Zhang Cheng has stayed in his hometown to practice.

For several days in a row, apart from herding cattle, he played two hands with Uncle Dong on the court.

This made him suddenly feel a strange feeling.

The basic three-dimensional body is still at five points, but Zhang Cheng has a feeling that if he releases his mental power now, he will definitely be able to withstand it for more than ten minutes!

February NO.20.

In the early morning, there were three men wearing only big underpants sitting under Yang Yuanshi.

Everyone sat cross-legged, closed their eyes, and breathed naturally.

Practice, this practice has been going on for a week.

Under the Yangyuan Stone, Zhang Cheng didn't feel the slightest bit of cold, on the contrary, it was the scorching heat emanating from the Yangyuan Stone that made him feel reborn.

On the second floor of his hometown, Xiao Daimeng stood at the window and peeked, his face was flushed, and he took out his phone from time to time to take two pictures and send them to the group.

There were only four people in her group, including Rafael, and the name was Qipao Club.

After posting a few photos, the group suddenly became lively, and the other two also sent texts. Suddenly, the group was filled with corruption.

Half an hour later, the three of them opened their eyes at the same time, and Zhang Cheng and Raphael got dressed first.

Only Uncle Dong stood up and didn't put on his clothes. Instead, he ran into the ice and snow to do a set of kung fu.

He still learned this set of kung fu secretly from his grandfather, even Zhang Cheng didn't learn it.

"Fantastic oriental power."

Raphael sighed, looking at Uncle Dong's strong and muscular body, he was full of envy, and really wished he could come back soon.

"So, come back with me, right?"

There was a trace of complacency on Zhang Cheng's face.

"Hehe, when will you show me the culture of Huaguo?" Raphael said ruthlessly.

"What? Haven't worn the cheongsam yet?"

Immediately, Raphael stopped talking with a gloomy face.

After playing kung fu, Uncle Dong put on his clothes and came to Zhang Cheng and the others with a smile:

"Go, go to my place and play two rounds."

Naturally, Zhang Cheng would not refuse, after all, he could learn more from Uncle Dong.

On the second floor, Xiaodaimeng closed the curtains, and then sent a message to the group: "Today is over."

Then, the cheongsam will fall into dead silence!

……

Clay court.

Zhang Cheng and Uncle Dong stood face to face.

Out of politeness, his Uncle Dong gave him the right to serve.

Rafael sitting on the stone bench at the side was a melon-eating crowd with peace of mind. This kind of thing is a bit addictive. He has never tasted it in Germany. It is really a magical oriental country.

When Zhang Cheng couldn't hold on anymore, it was his turn to play.

Zhang Cheng patted the tennis ball lightly twice, lifting all the energy in his body. In an instant, the tennis ball was thrown high, and the wooden racket was pressed down.

The scorching air waves made the cold winter a little warmer. However, Uncle Dong simply moved forward and pulled with his right hand easily.

diagonal.

Zhang Cheng moved sideways and pulled backhand obliquely. This ball revealed a black air.

"Oh."

Uncle Dong raised his eyebrows, feeling that this ball was like him.

So, the racket went up and made a chopping motion.

A trace of black air revealed that Zhang Cheng's ball had three changes in an instant.

The sharp sword was out of its sheath, and the epee had no front. As Uncle Dong slashed up with his racket, the epee's momentum changed instantly, turning into a state of lightness and nothingness.

In this state, lifting the weight as if it is light and lifting it as if it is lightness alternately change.

wooden sword...

However, in the end, Uncle Dong was the stronger one, and the strangely changing wooden sword was also chopped back by his upward strike.

"Is this your sword?"

Uncle Dong's voice sounded along with this counterattack.

Zhang Cheng didn't speak. The moment he caught the ball, a fierce and domineering slash hit his racket.

That is to say, this kind of wooden racket was specially made by his grandmother, otherwise this ball would definitely cut off all the net cables.

boom.

Zhang Cheng forcibly lifted the ball high with his wrist, and then said something.

"Uncle Dong, do you know swords too?"

"Hahaha, of course, I practiced kendo for several years when I was young."

While talking, Uncle Dong directly scored the first goal with a smash.

"Good job, Uncle Dong."

"Haha, Xiaocheng, the future is yours, and the present is mine!"

Uncle Dong raised his eyebrows as he spoke, his face full of complacency.

"Ha ha."

Zhang Cheng gave a strange laugh, then raised his racket and continued to serve.

This ball is an evolutionary version of the Destroyer, and Zhang Cheng also incorporated the wooden sword into it.

Sure enough, when the ball was hit, Uncle Dong's face became even brighter.

This kid looks like he did when he was young!

Still, it's too young.

boom.

There was a loud thump.

Uncle Dong shattered all the changes that Zhang Cheng had added to the ball with a direct shot.

Good guy, Uncle Dong's ball was aimed at him, but Zhang Cheng still chose to be tough.

"boom."

Facing the powerful air wave, he swung the racket. In an instant, Zhang Cheng's right hand began to shake.

A lot of power.

What about just using a little strength?
slap.

After all, Zhang Cheng still couldn't block such extreme power, and his whole body was thrown into the air.

Rafael on the side put down the melon seeds in his hand, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Zhang Cheng so fast?
He hasn't cracked enough melon seeds yet.

However, disappointing him, Zhang Cheng stood up from the smoke and walked out without changing his face.

"continue."

Uncle Dong: "OK."

Next, Uncle Dong finally began to control the power.

Although Zhang Cheng still didn't score a single point, he fought back and forth.

His skill has already reached seven points, but it has been stuck in the sword power stage.

Originally, according to Zhang Cheng's vision, after reaching the wooden sword sword potential, he should be able to comprehend the artistic conception, that is, the sword intent of the realm of no sword.

However, through recent practice, Zhang Cheng discovered that the qualitative change of breaking the seven extremes belongs to the fact that one hair affects the whole body.

Artistic conception emphasizes perfection.

Including physical fitness and skills.

This is also the reason why after these few days of practice, although Zhang Cheng's basic three-dimensional has not changed, he still feels that he has become stronger.

The most important thing is that Zhang Cheng's control over his body is becoming more and more perfect.

It is also the strength of breaking five. If Zhang Cheng was able to exert a strength of 5-5.5 a week ago, then he can exert a strength of 6 points now.

This is why some people can leapfrog to fight, while others can only be leapfrogged.

"boom."

The tennis ball flew past Zhang Cheng again, and Uncle Dong's voice sounded again:
"Xiaocheng, be serious."

Before they knew it, the two of them had finished the first game, so in the second game, Uncle Dong was given the right to serve.

"Look, Xiaocheng, I'll only demonstrate once."

As Uncle Dong finished speaking, the mustard tennis ball was thrown high.

Zhang Cheng looked intently, and suddenly, a ray of blue light shone behind his Uncle Dong, and then, a huge green lotus spread out, and a sharp long sword flew out of the green lotus.

The image of broken eight.

Is this the Qinglian sword song that Uncle Dong is famous for on that giant cruise ship?
"boom."

The ultimate sword light flashed past.

Zhang Cheng didn't react at all, or in other words, the tyrannical sword intent enveloped him deeply, and this sword intent was like a deep-seated brilliance, exerting an extremely powerful pressure on people.

A sword mark appeared on the red clay field, Zhang Cheng came back to his senses, and looked at Uncle Dong who had regained his calm and smiling face.

Or the Great God Cheng Dong!
Sure enough, it is really too strong.

"How?" The corners of Cheng Dong's mouth rose slightly, his face full of complacency.

"Very hanging."

This sword is enough to tear apart any brilliance.

No wonder his grandma said that the extreme way is the most difficult, but it's just that the cultivation is a little slower.

"You can do it too, after all, that's your way of swordsmanship." Cheng Dong said with a little deep meaning.

Zhang Cheng fell into deep thought, then shook his head and didn't think too much.

The match between him and Cheng Dong is not over yet!
It was still Cheng Dong who served, but this time, he did not show his sword skills.

Say it once and only once, I didn't expect that Master Cheng Dong is really a person who keeps his promises.

However, Zhang Cheng was still beaten. After being blasted four times in a row, Rafael couldn't stand it anymore, and put down the melon seeds in his hand to replace Zhang Cheng.

Then, it was the turn of this good brother to be lifted high and thrown away.

The three of them fought for more than two hours. After Zhang Cheng and Rafael were stained red, the sparring was finally over.

(PS: The red clay fades!)

The three of them walked to the side stone bench and sat down. At this time, the melon seeds brought by Raphael worked.

"When will Uncle Dong leave?"

Zhang Cheng looked at Cheng Dong who wanted to take off his clothes to enjoy the shade and asked.

Immediately, Cheng Dong let go of his restless hands, gave up the opportunity to play hooligans, looked at Zhang Cheng and said with a smile:

"I'm still early, how about you?"

"Uh, if there is no accident, I should stay for another week."

Zhang Cheng was silent for a moment and gave the answer.

There are only 29 days in February, and the holiday also only lasts until the end of the month.

At that time, Xiaodaimeng will have to go to class, and he will also be preparing to go to Australia to participate in the Australian Open Youth Invitational Tournament.

"A week? It seems to be coming soon..."

Cheng Dong raised his head to look at the sky, and then suddenly exclaimed: "If you say that, then I can only eat for another week?"

As he spoke, Cheng Dong scratched his head, looking a little melancholy.

"Actually, if I put down my dignity and become my grandma's grandson, I still have something to eat."

Zhang Cheng suddenly made a proposal.

"Really?"

"real."

"But that's what I did before you came back!" Cheng Dong's face became confused again.

Immediately, Zhang Cheng stopped talking.

Bunny is just a rabbit.

Rabbits are so cute, of course they are for eating.

Anyway, Xiao Dameng will leave by then!
"Forget it, don't think so much, let's talk about it later."

Cheng Dong's face recovered, and a bold smile appeared on his face again.

"Uncle Dong, I want to ask you a question." Zhang Cheng suddenly thought of a question, which he learned from Situ.

"Say." Cheng Dong had a hint of fun on his face.

"That? Why did you fall out with your master?"

There was an inexplicable light in Zhang Cheng's eyes. Maybe, when he returned to the team in the theater, he could use this incident to disgust that mother.

Cheng Dong was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly said angrily: "Because that dog keeps scolding my mother, I hate others insulting my mother the most in my life."

"For this reason?"

Zhang Cheng was a little confused. Didn't Situ say that the two had a disagreement because of their tennis career?
"Then what do you think?"

As he was talking, Cheng Dong became angry again, and kept spitting out fragrance: dog, not human, short wax gourd, ugly, dare to scold Lao Tzu's mother or something!

Immediately, Zhang Cheng felt that his Uncle Dong didn't seem to have lost...

(End of this chapter)