Technology Cultivation System

In the Budokan of the Law Enforcement Bureau.

The onlookers were discussing in low voices, only Meng Changkong stared at Futian and watched seriously, not paying attention to those people's complaints and speculations.

When Futian demonstrated the wind and thunder kicks, he didn't use his cultivation, but simply demonstrated the kicks.

Even so, every time he kicks, people can feel that there is a bit of wind and thunder in his sharp kicks.

After demonstrating a complete set of legwork, Futian stood in the arena and shook his head helplessly when he saw many people whispering to each other below.

"Okay, if you don't want to learn, you should do whatever you want."

Hairy Monkey raised his hand and said: "Boss, we can't learn this wind and thunder kick. I heard that this little brother is a new reserve team member. Everyone is very curious. How about we learn from each other?"

Futian looked at Meng Changkong. This kind of thing happened frequently in the bureau, and it almost became a default rule.

It is said to be a competition, but in fact it is to show the newcomers their prestige.So far no newcomer has been able to leave standing up.

It would be fine if Meng Changkong didn't come, he was a reserve team member after all.

Now that he came to the bureau, if he helped to speak, he would be suspected of having a relationship.

Meng Changkong didn't want to embarrass Futian, he glanced at the hairy monkey beside him, and the face of the hairy monkey appeared in his eyes:

【Name: Mao Fei

Cultivation level: First Realm of Earth Realm, Mayfly Realm

Martial arts: Bajiquan, Lost Step, Fiery Palm

Equipment: Golden Body Standard Source Knife]

Meng Changkong looked at the man named Maohouzi and said, "Brother, I hope you will show mercy later."

Maohouzi didn't expect Meng Changkong to agree so readily. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and said with a smile, "Don't worry, we're all brothers. Just discuss and learn from each other, don't think too much about it."

Meng Changkong put the cat in his arms on the ground, stretched his muscles, and jumped onto the competition platform beside him.

This competition platform is specially made for practitioners to learn from each other, and generally it has not been destroyed.

The hairy monkey also jumped up, and said with a smile: "Little brother, your cat is an origin beast, you can also let her go up with it."

It was only then that Meng Changkong remembered that his dantian settings blocked the detection of his spiritual consciousness.

He waved his hand and said, "No, I actually have cultivation, but I just have some source equipment, so my spiritual sense can't detect it."

The hairy monkey grinned, "My name is Mao Fei, and the monkey is the nickname they gave me. You are ready, we will start."

Meng Chang emptied his dantian, a golden source of energy covered his palm, his eyes revealed seriousness and excitement.

The onlookers immediately regained their spirits and started discussing.

"How long do you think this newcomer can last?"

"I guess 1 minute is the limit. Hairy monkeys are in the realm of the earth, and this new talent is in the realm of the world. That's a big difference."

"I bet for 2 minutes, the hairy monkey will have to give the director a face no matter what. After 1 minute is over, the director must not wear small shoes for him."

Futian stood aside without saying a word, in fact, his heart was also sweating.

Zeng Qing's battle report hadn't been reported yet, it just said that Meng Changkong had helped, but he didn't know exactly what he helped.

On the competition stage.

Meng Changkong assumed a Tai Chi posture.

The hairy monkey also exuded red origin qi. With a chuckle, he clenched his fists and rushed towards Meng Changkong.

"Little brother, be careful."

The hairy monkey roared loudly, his fists were covered with red source qi flames, and he used the strength of the Mayfly Realm as soon as he came up.

The people in the audience suddenly laughed, "This hairy monkey is really coming, it's a little bit of face for the director."

"Let me predict again, that kid lasted less than 30 seconds in the hairy monkey's hand."

……

A smile appeared on the corner of Meng Changkong's mouth, and the source energy in his dantian kept gushing out, flowing in his limbs and bones.

I saw his hands and feet drawing the Taiji diagram at the same time, and the speed was getting faster and faster. A golden swimming fish appeared in each of his hands, and the hot and cold were deeply hidden in it.

The feet are like swimming fish in the water, and every step is accumulating energy.

Just when Mao Fei was about to hit Meng Changkong with his punch, Meng Changkong greeted him with palms together.

The people in the audience were surprised when they saw that Meng Changkong dared to resist the mayfly realm with the strength of the golden body.

Only Futian frowned, he could feel the two efforts hidden between Meng Changkong's palms just now.

Bang!

The golden Genesis Qi on Meng Changkong's palms collided with the red Genesis Qi on Mao Fei's fist, and a huge impact erupted immediately.

The center of the impact was dusty, enveloping both men.And the competition platform couldn't bear the huge force, and there were finger-wide cracks all around.

Seeing this, the onlookers in the audience turned their dantians to resist the flying sand and stones.

Before everyone saw clearly what happened, Mao Fei let out a muffled snort and flew upside down from the stage.

Fortunately, Futian shot quickly, reached out and grabbed him, and then helped him dissipate the remaining strength in his body, otherwise he would either die or be injured.

Meng Changkong raised his hand and waved the dust away, appearing on the dilapidated martial arts arena.

The onlookers in the audience looked at Meng Changkong in disbelief, their expressions were even more exciting than seeing the Yuan Beast in the Heaven Realm.

"This... the hairy monkey didn't even catch a move?"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! There is something for the reserve team this time!"

"The last time this martial arts arena was destroyed like this was last year!"

"I don't think it's the hairy monkey releasing the water?"

……

There were many discussions in the audience, but everyone was taken aback.

Meng Changkong jumped off the stage, walked up to Mao Fei, and said humbly, "Thank you Brother Mao for your mercy."

Mao Fei scratched his head, he knew that if Fu Tian hadn't made a move just now, his life might have been lost.

Just when his palms touched Meng Changkong's, two forces suddenly poured into his body, tearing his origin qi apart.

Thinking about it now makes his scalp tingle, he probably won't challenge newcomers again in the future.

Seeing that Meng Changkong took the initiative to step down the steps for him, he quickly caught him and said, "Little brother, you are very ruthless in your attack, use all your strength as soon as you come up."

Meng Changkong scratched his head, looking embarrassed.

Those people in the audience were relieved immediately.

"I just said that the hairy monkey was careless. It's not enough to be crushed when the Golden Body Realm is against the Mayfly Realm."

"You don't understand this. The knowledge of this martial arts competition has grown. You should learn from the human hairy monkey."

"Cut, I don't like this. Even if the son of the provincial general bureau comes, I can still beat him."

"Why don't you go up and try again?"

"Just try it."

After the man finished speaking, he said to Futian: "Director, I also want to compete with the newcomers."

With a straight face, Fu Tian said in a cold voice: "Zhou Bufan, get the hell out of me. When did the Law Enforcement Bureau play wheel battles?"

Zhou Bufan said unconvinced: "I won't leave."

Meng Changkong couldn't wait to practice more with others, and fighting virtual Yuan beasts on the virtual battlefield is also quite boring.

He coughed lightly, looked at Futian and said, "Director, how about I come back tomorrow and fight more with these seniors, it will be good for me."

Hearing what Meng Changkong said, Futian knew that he had his own considerations, but he still reminded: "The discussion is the discussion, so let's stop."

Zhou Bufan's eyes gleamed, "Director, don't worry. I have a measure."

Futian became speechless, his words were actually referring to Meng Changkong, unexpectedly Zhou Bufan misunderstood.

But it would be good to let these people suffer a little bit and improve their memory, so as to save them from going out later and dying at the hands of Yuan Beast.

Meng Changkong nodded, he understood Futian's meaning.

But he didn't expect Mao Fei to be so weak that he couldn't catch even one of his moves.

Futian took Meng Changkong out of the Budokan, Zhou Bufan clenched his fists and shouted, "Newcomer, I will wait for you here tomorrow."