mechanical court

The nature of mixed martial arts is actually a bit close to the "Nine Yin Manual" in martial arts novels. In addition to the skills of melee fighting, the [-] sets of martial arts also include training Qi, nourishing the mind, exchanging blood, strengthening the marrow, etc. A secret technique to strengthen the physique.

Just now he used Qi training technique, but this Qi training is not the other Qi training, it is impossible to become a fairy, and it is impossible to become a fairy in this life.Just relying on the special frequency of breathing and exhaling, exercising and nourishing the internal organs, so as to achieve the effect of increasing physical strength.Although this set of secret skills cannot become a fairy, it is not something that everyone can learn. If MMA has not been practiced to a certain level, vigorous practice will definitely damage the internal organs—the damage to the internal organs is not a trivial matter, and it may leave permanent hidden injuries. Sudden death.

Before having the built-in spiritual network, if one's internal organs were injured due to cross-qi training, no matter how strong one's physical strength was, one would obediently go to the hospital for internal medicine.Yiwen has the blessing of the Holy Eucharist, so he can not take it seriously, and this is not considered a strong training, the fire is already here, and the injury is only due to excessive force.

……

MMA club, locker room.

Ivan took off his clothes and threw them into the washing machine, walked into the single bathroom, closed the door, and gently turned on the shower head switch.

Whoa-!

The cold and clear water rushes out first, and after a while, the water temperature warms up, and white mist slowly rises in the bathroom.

"Another day has passed... I hope that gravity training will not affect my growth and development..."

Ivan stood under the water, letting the warm water splash on his face, and his tense muscles gradually relaxed under the washing of warm water.The hot water washes over the hair and back, flows down the skin to the feet, and washes away most of the sweat and stains.

He tore off the dry towel from the stainless steel hook, soaked it in hot water, and wiped his face vigorously, only then did he loosen his tense spirit a little.

"Ellome..."

Yiwen closed his eyes, but uncontrollably, scenes of him being forced to ascend to the throne in the palace of King Quan appeared in his mind.He subconsciously pinched the towel tightly and gritted his teeth:

"One day, you will pay for what you did!"

Yiwen trained so hard and improved his ability at all costs, not for the purpose of obediently being the opponent's subordinate after returning home.

Pulling that pretentious woman off the throne, and then wringing her neck, was Ivan's original intention of studying.For him, a time traveler, revitalizing Menis is just a sideshow after seizing power.

……

After washing off the stains all over his body, Ivan changed into the uniform of Pure Shield, took out the club's training uniform from the washing machine, and stuffed it into his exclusive wardrobe.After finishing all this, he took the aircraft he rented and left the mixed martial arts club.

Returning to Sky Garden No. [-], Ivan parked the aircraft on the platform on the second floor. After scanning the pupil lines, he walked into the corridor on the second floor, and then heard the laughter in the hall downstairs.

He looked down through the armrest and found that the little mare, Muse, was talking with a stranger he was familiar with. The conversation between them was very intimate, and it seemed that the relationship was much higher than that of a friend, and only slightly lower than that of a best friend.

The guest was a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a silver-white open-chest leather jacket, a leather skirt and boots of the same color.She has a perfect figure like a supermodel, with slender limbs and full muscles, and her soft body curves contain a sense of strength.The swallow-tailed long wine red hair hangs down behind her waist. Although the long bangs cover her eyes, her amazing beauty has not been diminished in the slightest.

Charmiel! ! !

How could she be here?

And, with Muse, the filly! ? ,

"..."

There was an uproar in Yiwen's heart, and then he held his breath, turned around as if he hadn't seen anything, and walked towards his room quietly.

"Ivan! You're back!"

The sharp-eyed Muse was very untimely, and saw the gradually disappearing figure of the roommate at a glance, and said hello happily, and introduced to Shamiel like showing off:

"This is my friend, Yiwen! The emperor of the Far East Starfield!"

"It's the Menes Empire on Hyperion! Hyperion is just an insignificant corner of the Far East Starfield, and this starry sky belongs to the Federation and has nothing to do with me!"

Yiwen wanted to keep silent, pretend to be a cold and paralyzed man, and let them play by themselves.

But the introduction of the little mare immediately disrupted his plan. In order to maintain political correctness, he had to explain it out.

Chapter 26 Self-defeating

"Ah! Student Yiwen, hello!"

Shamir's behavior at this time was like a cat who found an acquaintance, pretending to be surprised, and smiled at him:

"I know you, you train in a mixed martial arts club, is that right?"

"That's right, it's a pleasure to meet you... You guys chat slowly, and I won't bother you."

Yiwen made a perfunctory sentence. Seeing the other party's ambiguous attitude, he felt a little nervous, so he planned to leave directly.

"By the way, I just know one thing, you might be interested." She stretched out her slender index finger, as if remembering something, and said suddenly.

He didn't respond yet, but Muse pricked up his ears curiously, and asked curiously:

"what? What?"

"It's nothing, because of the long-term sluggish popularity, the mixed martial arts club's venue is likely to be taken over by the Psychic Club. These days, Kalenz has the cheek to recruit new recruits everywhere, presumably to solve the popularity problem. But it's a pity... ...In the eyes of many people, mixed martial arts has not kept up with the times."

Shamir lowered her head subtly, and spoke in an unhurried manner, with the corners of her mouth raised slightly delicately, as if there was always a charm in it.But his expression is always as calm as water, and he doesn't show any emotion when he smiles, as gentle as a deer.

This is qualitatively different from the image of the bad girl with the head of the bad girl in Yiwen's impression. If it wasn't for the exact same name, he would have suspected that the other party had a twin sister.However, compared to what the other party said, the difference in her personality is a trivial matter.

"Will the Mixed Martial Arts Club be replaced by the Psychic Power Club? Is what you said true?" Ivan asked nervously as he walked down the stairs against the handrail.

"If you don't believe me, you can go to Kalenz for verification."

Shamir raised his head and answered him in a firm tone, then stood up from the sofa and looked at Muse with a smile:

"I still have something to do today, so I'll leave first, and we'll talk tomorrow."

"okay, see you tomorrow!"

The little mare obviously had more to say, but she was very understanding, restraining herself from not keeping her, and politely got up to see her off.

Yiwen still wanted to ask something, but the other party wanted to leave, so he had to follow Muse to send Shamir to the door, and then pretended that he happened to be busy, and went out with her.

……

The evening sun permeated through the sunset, and sprinkled on the gravel path under the filter of green leaves. Shamir was smiling, walking under the broken light subdivided by branches, and the elongated shadow under his feet slanted across the road.The hair hanging by the left ear trembles slightly with the walking, reflecting a delicate luster.

With his hands in his pockets, Ivan followed her unhurriedly. After hesitating for a while, he finally said, "Well... I want to ask about the power club. How do they plan to replace the mixed martial arts club?"

"..."

Shamir stopped, turned her head suddenly, the corners of her delicate lips were slightly raised, and a proud smile appeared on her heroic face: "I can't help it at last? If you want to know so much, consider being my boyfriend. "

At this time, the wind picked up slightly, and the air flow rolled the bushes on the roadside.

On the gravel path between the green forest belts, there was a burst of green waves, and her neat short hair was blown away by the wind.The dancing wine red hair reflected the magnificent golden shimmer of the setting sun, as if dissolving in the intoxicating halo.The tips of the red hair fluttered lightly, brushing against the pale golden ripples, forming a dynamic picture scroll like smoke and mist.

Pedestrians coming and going hurriedly walked on the boulevard, Shamir smiled like a flower, behind him was a busy intersection, as if standing under a soft spotlight, she was charming and thrilling.

"..."