Spirit bond system

Fengyi looked at Lin Yuan's reluctant look and laughed loudly: "Cheer up and have confidence. After this month of training, you will definitely be able to transform yourself."

Lin Yuan knew that this was the truth, and with the wound medicine provided by the dojo, at least there would be no physical problems, but the process of being beaten was always unpleasant.

Fengyi gave them a show first, and he and Wood's Aibi Lang had another fist-to-skin fight, without changing their expressions, impacting Lin Yuan's heart again and again.

The little Aibilang next to Houyi looked at it with his eyes shining. He carefully observed Aibilang's boxing skills and learned the moves he needed.

This hand-to-hand fight ended with Hou Yi's defeat. Aibi Lang stayed behind and watched their training leisurely.

While wiping the wound medicine on himself, Feng said to little Aibi Lang: "It's time to start."

Little Aibilang stood still, raised his hand, and asked Lin Yuan and Gao Yanhao to come up together.

An idea flashed in Lin Yuan's mind, and he said wait a moment, and pulled over Wan Li, who was preparing to watch the fight. Wan Li looked confused, why should he pull me up?

Lin Yuan said seriously: "Look, Gao Yanhao's wrist strength is training with him, you can't just do nothing."

Wrist curls his lips, it is still injured and needs to recuperate, this is what you said.And it's not sitting idle. Yesterday, it even learned to kick the bottom plate.

However, when it saw the indifferent look in Gao Yanhao's wrist, it immediately felt motivated, stupid brother, don't be too proud.

Training, training, I have to train even though I am injured, my wrist strength is shouting in my heart.

Seeing that Ji Li was willing to train, Lin Yuan didn't know that Ji Li was having so much inner drama at this time, so he just thought that his own persuasion worked.

Lin Yuan said to little Aibilang: "My wrist strength is not good yet. Please pay attention to it. If you want to hit, hit elsewhere."

Wrist strength: human language

Little Aibilang rubbed his eyes. It's easy to say. How can he tell the difference between two such similar wrists?

At this time, Gao Yanhao's wrist silently put on his karate uniform to show the distinction.

Lin Yuan was very helpless when he saw this. Even without lowering his head, he could still feel the resentful look in his wrist. He whispered: "After the training is over later, I will go to Brother Lu Dou to get a set."

Wrist nodded with satisfaction. It glanced at Gao Yanhao's Wrist provocatively and planned to go first.

It was merciless, kicking up and down, and little Aibilang didn't dodge anyway.

But to Wrist's surprise, little Aibilang didn't just deal with it directly, but started to compete with it on the strength of his legs.

Papapa

The legs of the two are constantly colliding, and little Aibilang can take down all the kicks kicked by the wrist.

The most important thing is that Wrist Force uses skill moves, while Little Aibilang uses hard resistance.

But even a fighting novice like Hayashihara could tell that little Aibirou began to gradually increase the frequency, forcing his wrists to speed up his attacks.

"Puff"

The wrist strength has also improved, and it even feels happy in its heart. This is pure fighting. Although it won the previous battles, the fighting was too boring.

Lin Yuan was wondering whether he should take advantage of others' danger and find an opportunity to sneak attack Little Aibi Lang.

A gray figure flashed past, and Gao Yanhao's wrist took action. It really took action. His hands were wrapped in white light, and the knife struck at little Aibi Lang.

Similarly, little Aibilang also uses his own hands to show off his moves without using any skills.

Little Aibirou even adjusted the position of his body so that his two wrists could form a pincer attack.

Feng Yiyi commented: "The strength of both arms is good, but the strength of the arm in the karate uniform is more solid."

What he said was not shy at all. Lin Yuan was very dissatisfied after hearing this, and he directly showed it with actions.

Lin Yuan secretly walked around behind little Aibilang and punched little Aibilang in the back of the head.

He thought to himself, your hands and legs are moving, it's not too much to let me punch you and feel good.

But little Aibirou seemed to have eyes in his back. When Hayashihara's fist came, he turned his head to avoid it.

Lin Yuan threw a few more punches, but little Aibi Lang avoided most of them. The only punch he didn't avoid hit the brown convex-shaped object on the back of Aibi Lang's head, which was soft with the force of his wrist. Tiara” was different, he felt like he had been punched in steel.

嘶

Lin Yuan was so painful that he could only breathe air. When he looked at his fist, he saw a few white scratches that were extremely conspicuous. It looked like he wanted to break the skin and bleed.

Fengyi shook his head when he saw this. Why does this person not look very smart?

Compared with Lin Yuan, Gao Yanhao was smarter. After observing for a long time, he found that little Aibi Lang's waist was a weak point, and this place was unavoidable.

Gao Yanhao punched little Aibi Lang's waist several times. He punched as hard as possible with each punch, but the result was that the entire arm muscles trembled, and he lost strength after a few punches.

Fengyi guided from the side: "Twist the waist and hips, exhale and contract the abdomen, and sink the center of gravity. This is the correct technique for exerting force."

Lin Yuanruo realized something, he opened his hips, exhaled slowly, and suddenly turned his waist and hips. As a result, his waist almost twisted before the fist was punched out.

Fengyi said helplessly: "When your waist turns, your hips will also turn together. It's wrong for you to have your legs fixed like this."

Does he think people nowadays have such low understanding ability? Isn't this the simplest technique for exerting force? He knew it as soon as he heard it back then.

Lin Yuan smiled awkwardly, and then looked at Gao Yanhao next to him who was doing a good job. To be honest, he was shocked in his heart.

The road to becoming a fighting master is still quite far away.

Perhaps the only thing that could comfort him was that the image of the wrist in his mind lit up, but it was the bond of leading by example that triggered it.

......

It's eight o'clock, and the two-hour morning training is over.

Lin Yuan listlessly ate the takeaway breakfast Lu Dou ordered for them with two dark circles under his eyes.

The two dark circles under his eyes were not caused by poor sleep, but were filled by little Aibi Lang.

Unexpectedly, although this little Aibilang looked unresponsive on his face, he was very vindictive. After his arms were exhausted and he retreated, he severely punished the two people who attacked him from behind.

Lin Yuan thought of this and glanced sympathetically at Gao Yanhao beside him. The round-faced boy's face had become rounder and swollen like a bun.

Gao Yanhao just delivered a crazy punch. Although it didn't seem to cause any harm to little Aibilang, little Aibilang would not be polite to him. After a few punches, he became like this.

Lin Yuan's face twitched when he saw him eating. It seemed that he had touched a painful spot.

Speaking of which, the most comfortable thing is probably the wrist strength.

Lin Yuan looked over and saw that Wan Li was sitting on a chair, enjoying the healing waves of the auspicious eggs, with the word "Happy" written all over his face.

Lin Yuan saw the wrist strength of Gao Yanhao, who had always been quite cold and proud, and there was envy in his eyes.

reality.