Super God Dao Art

The Lieyang Gang branch has a total of five supervisors, namely Yin Zhixing, the field supervisor, Liu Yanhong, the internal affairs supervisor, Guo Liang, the water supervisor, Qin Yu, the mine supervisor, and finally Tan Chaofan, the law enforcement supervisor, who is my master.

The five supervisors, although they are all warriors at the peak level of internal training, but in terms of strength, the strongest is naturally my master, who has a seven-star whip in one hand, and can hit anywhere within ten meters. Internal training is the first, which can compete with martial artists who have cultivated their inner qi.

The second is Qin Yu, the head of mining, with extraordinary swordsmanship.

If these two supervisors accept apprentices, you just have to choose according to your own mind.

But the other three, not known for their strength outside, are really not the best choices.

Qin Shaoping's tone was calm and confident, and he looked like he was pointing the way.

Bai Ziyue nodded silently, his face thoughtful.

As for Qin Shaoping's words, he naturally believed that Tan Chaofan, the law enforcement supervisor, must be the strongest among all supervisors. Secondly, the strength of the mining director Qin Yu should not be weak.

But to say that strength is the most suitable teacher's choice, he has a different view.

Under the condition that the strength of several supervisors is not weak, there is a huge difference between being good at teaching disciples and not good at teaching disciples.

Of course, for Bai Ziyue, none of these matters.

All he cares about is the practice and martial arts.

...

Before I knew it, the sky was already bright, and the number of apprentices in the martial arts field gradually increased.

After practicing in the morning, Bai Ziyue was already hungry, so he didn't stay any longer and went straight to the cafeteria.

The difference in status and treatment made his breakfast a lot richer, with a large bowl of rice porridge, three steamed buns, two fried dough sticks, a bowl of broth, and a small plate of pickles... at least for the past two months. One of the richest breakfasts I've ever had.

Filling all these into his stomach, Bai Ziyue finally felt a sense of fullness and walked out of the cafeteria.

In the Lieyang Gang branch, the activities of the apprentices are only in the backyard.

In the morning, I basically stayed in the martial arts field to practice martial arts. For apprentices, the only thing that can be practiced is the meditation pile. At most, some apprentices have practiced the meditation pile to a small degree, and they can choose a martial skill to practice.

As for the afternoon, the gang arranged for a private school gentleman to teach writing.

Of course, it's up to you to learn or not, and you don't have to force it.

He practiced martial arts in the morning, and Bai Ziyue went to a class in the afternoon, only to find that only a dozen apprentices had arrived, including the brother Qin Shaoping he met early in the morning. Sit down at the table.

Soon, Mr. Private School arrived, a thin middle-aged man with a two-stroke beard, looking a little old-fashioned.

He turned a blind eye to the fact that there were hundreds of apprentices in total, but only a dozen or so came to the class, so he naturally began to teach.

Then soon, Bai Ziyue lost interest.

Because what Mr. taught was written words that he had fully mastered, and Mr. gave lectures, which were dull and uninteresting. Since then, he has never come here again.

For three consecutive days, Bai Ziyue spent most of his time practicing the one-word punch.

At this moment, he has already achieved a clear understanding of the changes in the movement of strength, and he is also very skilled in the control of strength.

Under the word penetration, twisted and punched.

In just three seconds, the fist energy went from his legs, crossed his waist, followed his body, and rushed directly into his arms.

One punch.

bump!

The strength surged, and a faint fist mark appeared on a wooden stake.

This punch has initially shown its power.

Moreover, Bai Ziyue subconsciously glanced at the attribute panel.

Name: Bai Ziyue

Strength: 1.95 (cannot be raised)

Speed: 1.85 (cannot be increased)

Constitution: 2.01 (cannot be improved)

Spirit: 1.80 (cannot be raised)

Martial Arts: Meditation Pile Consummation (cannot be improved)

Eighteen knives (no entry, cannot be upgraded)

Getting Started with One Word Through Boxing (Can be upgraded)

Immortal method: Purple Qi conception of magic

Soul Energy: 1237

Finally get started.

Bai Ziyue's breathing was a little short.

After three consecutive days of hard training, with hardly a moment's rest, he finally mastered the boxing with one word, and practiced to the level of entry.

He even noticed that because of the hard training in the past few days, his strength has improved slightly, and he is one step closer to the '2' mark.

Consuming 300 soul energy points can improve the one-word punch to Xiaocheng!

Bai Ziyue's brows wrinkled, and he was also raised to Xiaocheng. One-word punching would consume a hundred more soul energy than the meditation pile.

Obviously, with the enhancement of martial arts and techniques, it is also promoted to small achievements, large achievements, and consummation, and the soul energy that needs to be consumed has also greatly increased.

promote!

But even so, he chose to upgrade without hesitation!

Buzz!

Bai Ziyue was in a trance for a while, and then he felt a burst of heat in his body. It seemed that at this moment, he had gone through countless hours of ascetic cultivation, and his understanding and perception of one-word punching had reached an astonishing level. degree.

After a while, Bai Ziyue calmed down, and then he realized that his punches had reached the level of Xiaocheng.

Consuming 600 soul energy, you can improve the one-word punch to Dacheng!

Bai Ziyue hesitated for a while, but chose to continue to improve.

He knows the importance of strength control, and it will definitely help him to cultivate other martial arts in the future.

Once again, he was in a trance. When he woke up again, he was able to control the energy in his body like the back of his hand, but he was like an arm and a finger, hitting wherever he pointed.

Bai Ziyue just stood there without even using his moves.

bump!

With a crisp sound, a hard rock under his feet was directly crushed by him, cracking open one after another.

Then, what made Bai Ziyue a little embarrassed was that the sole was broken.

The cold wind blew coldly on the soles of his feet.

One word runs through the boxing, and my control of strength has really reached a peak.

If I go to practice the Eighteen Swords in my current state, it probably won't take long before I can get started.

Bai Ziyue thought to himself as he walked to his room.

The strength control has reached his level, such as the eighteenth sword, the only thing he lacks is the familiar process, and it is much easier to cultivate than before.

Getting started is really not difficult.

However, soon his face became cloudy.

Three days have passed, but no supervisor has come to look for him to accept his apprentices - even if he doesn't care about these as much as other apprentices, it makes him mutter for a while.

Even, there are some bad guesses.

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