C17 Training Partner

Zhong Hu was a little numb to Yun Fei's monstrous talent. He sighed in his heart, "You just opened one meridian in one night. Are you going to let me live? Thinking about me back then... Sigh, what a freak! Besides, even the Minor Success Stage of the Tyrant Body Spell didn't have such an effect."

Zhong Xiu smiled and patted Yun Fei's shoulder," Yun Fei, you are awesome! "

Yun Fei saw some sadness in Zhong Xiu's smiling eyes. He thought to himself, "Zhong Xiu's meridians are blocked. Can't you just use the drill to break it open slowly? Think of a way to help him open it in the future. "

What Yun Fei didn't know was that in Zhong Xiu's current situation, not even a Martial Emperor would dare to help him open his meridians.

On one hand, only Zhong Xiu, who was a warrior, had weak meridians. If the true qi was slightly stronger when he attacked, it might cause his meridians to break. On the other hand, when the true qi attacked, the thing that blocked his meridians could easily break his meridians.

Yun Fei wanted to try the Inch Punch and Wing Chun's Inch Punch to calm his mind. His right elbow naturally stuck to his ribs. He stretched his forearm forward and his palm faced downwards. His middle finger lightly touched the test card, and used the Inch Punch to gather true qi into his palm. In an instant, he clenched his fist and shook it forward. 520 jun!

Zhong Hu and Zhong Xiu looked at each other blankly and were completely speechless.

Yun Fei came in front of the two and said, "Uncle Zhong Hu, I have practiced a type of fist technique. I want to train in actual combat. Why don't you practice with me?"

"Training partner? This guy, who is in the early stage of samurai, wants to spar with me, this Great Martial Master Peak?" Zhong Hu recovered from his daze and thought to himself, This is perfect. I'll teach this guy a good lesson while sparring and comfort my broken heart."

"I have already mastered the Tyrant Body Technique. Just my physical strength alone has surpassed the Mid Martial Master Realm. Are you sure you want to spar with me?"

Zhong Hu wanted to find an early stage Martial Master guard to spar with him, but he didn't want to "trample" Yun Fei.

"Alright, I won't use True Qi. I will just rely on my physical strength and Fiery Palm." Zhong Hu didn't wait for Yun Fei to change his mind and quickly agreed.

"Uncle Zhong Hu, please show some mercy. I have never used this fist technique in actual combat." Yun Fei cupped his hands and said.

The three of them came to the large arena in the middle of the martial arts field. Zhong Hu and Yun Fei jumped onto the arena, and the group of guards surrounded them.

"Young master Zhong Xiu, what's the situation? Why did Yun Fei go up with Tiger Head?"

"Yun Fei said he wanted to practice with Tiger Head." Zhong Xiu didn't think highly of Yun Fei. He thought that Yun Fei was looking for a beating.

"He's crazy. How heavy is that tiger head's fist? !”

"Tiger Head is the same. He can just randomly find one among us brothers."

On the arena, Yun Fei held his chest, pulled his back, and lowered his shoulders and elbows. He made a hand gesture with the Taichi Fist, signaling Zhong Hu to come and attack.

Zhong Hu looked at that soft stance and thought, "What fist is this? If he stands there like that, he will be knocked down by my punch."

Zhong Hu did not care about the moves anymore. He controlled his strength and swung his fist at Yun Fei.

The Taichi Fist emphasized that the opponent wouldn't move, and the opponent wouldn't move. The opponent moves slightly, and the opponent moves first." This wasn't difficult for Yun Fei, who had an amazing observation ability.

Seeing Zhong Hu's fist, which carried the sound of the wind, coming towards him, Yun Fei bent down and put his hand on his chest. He wrapped his arms around Zhong Hu's forearm with his bare arms, and at the same time, his waist was like a axle. The force came from his spine. He twisted his waist sideways and changed his steps. He wrapped his arms around Zhong Hu's forearm and pulled it backwards.

Zhong Hu's fist hit empty air, and before he could withdraw his strength, he was pulled forward again. His body couldn't help but charge forward, and he looked a bit embarrassed.

Zhong Hu stood still and felt something strange. He turned around and threw another punch. Yun Fei dodged sideways and used his hands to push his arm.

The two of them came and went, and after a few rounds.

Yun Fei gradually entered into a state of mind. When he moved, he would move. When he was calm, he would move. When he was calm, he would move. When he used his true qi, he would circulate it in his chest, accumulate it in his legs, and control his waist. He would draw Zhong Hu's power into his body and make use of it.

Yun Fei had completely forgotten about the Taichi Fist. He exerted the Taichi Fist to its maximum potential, "When the opponent moves slightly, he will move first."

The more Zhong Hu fought, the more depressed he felt. Yun Fei had simply become a slippery loach, or a feather that could be moved at any time. He would not use any strength in his punches. Yun Fei only tried to push him around, but he rarely hit him.

On the stage, Zhong Hu was depressed. The group of guards below the stage also became restless.

"What happened to Tiger Head today? He drank too much? Why is he being toyed around by Yun Fei? "

" Isn't it too fake? Even if Tiger Head didn't use True Qi, he could still knock Yun Fei down with a punch."

"There's something strange about Yun Fei's fist technique. Didn't you see that every time Tiger Head attacked, Yun Fei would use this fist technique to neutralize it?" Some of the guards with keen eyesight noticed Yun Fei's unusual behavior.

As time passed, Yun Fei gradually drew on the force of the wind. The Taichi Fist borrowed the force of the wind and borrowed the force to strike. The force of the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and Zhong Hu was also getting more and more passive in the arena.

Suddenly, he let out a loud roar. He released his true essence, and it instantly bound Yun Fei.

Yun Fei was immersed in the profoundness of the Taichi Fist. Suddenly, his entire body was restrained by an invisible force, and he couldn't move at all.

Then, a huge force came from his butt, and his body flew out of the arena, and he fell onto the ground with his butt. That force was extremely coincidental, and it was as if Yun Fei was being held up and placed on the ground.

On the arena, Zhong Hu, whose face was slightly red, rubbed his nose and shouted at Liu Xiaowu, "Little Five, from now on, your team will be training with Yun Fei."

After saying that, he jumped off the arena and dragged Yun Fei to give him guidance on the Tyrant Body Spell. Leaving behind a group of guards who were staring at each other, their faces were filled with confusion.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Yun Fei had hit the pillar for an hour more.

"Bang, bang, bang..." The strength of Yun Fei being hit by the wooden board had obviously increased, and the number of times he was hit had also increased from the original five times to eight times.

Zhong Xiu, who was watching from the side, felt pain in his heart. He deeply admired Yun Fei's hard work and tenacity.

After dinner, Yun Fei dragged his limp body back to his room. After an incense stick worth of "arduous development," the Hand Solar Great Gut Scripture was successfully opened. After "rampaging" and self-torture, he fell into a deep sleep.

In the morning, after taking a cold shower and accompanying Zhong Ying to practice Taiji Fist, Zhong Xiu knocked open the door of the yard and rushed in, "Yun Fei, good news, good news! My little Yueyue is coming back!"

Yun Fei had to stop and asked with some doubt, "Who is little Yueyue?"

"Little Yueyue is the fairy in my heart, the pearl in my eyes, the furnace in my winter, the icehouse in summer." Zhong Xiu's eyes were filled with peach blossoms and he looked infatuated.

Yun Fei shivered, and his hair almost stood up. "What nonsense is this?"

Zhong Ying put her hands on her waist and pouted, "Hmph, bad brother, you only know sister Yueyue."

Zhong Ying pulled Yun Fei. "Mr. Yun Fei, ignore him. He became stupid when he said Sister Yueyue."

Under Zhong Xiu's introduction, which was filled with strong emotions, Yun Fei finally understood the situation of "little Yueyue."

The name of "Little Yueyue" was Liang Xinyue. She was very beautiful and was King Liang's youngest daughter. She was also the most favoured.

She had great talent in cultivation and was the same age as Zhong Xiu. Since they were young, they often played together and had a very good relationship.

At first, King Liang also had the intention of betrothing her to Zhong Xiu. After Zhong Xiu was sentenced to "trash," he no longer considered it.

When she was ten years old, Liang Xinyue was chosen by one of the patrolling elders of the Profound Heaven Sect, Feng Fei. She was taken in as a disciple and was brought to the Profound Heaven Sect to cultivate.

When she was thirteen years old, she came back with Elder Feng Fei once. She was already a Martial Soldier Peak warrior. She didn't look down on Zhong Xiu because of his "trash." Zhong Xiu was even more obsessed with her.