C15 Military past

Songshan Lake Villa District, Gao Xiaowen's house.

Ye Zheng sat on the sofa and took off his suit.

When he was fighting, his movements were too big, and the shoulder of his suit was torn.

Then he took off his shirt again, leaving only his tight black vest.

When he was taking off his clothes, his right arm was not very nimble, and his face revealed a trace of pain.

Han Ruolin carried the medicine box, and carefully looked at Ye Zheng's right arm ? ? After taking Xue Qinhu's punch, a large piece of skin on his forearm was torn, causing him to bleed out a purple.

"You know this big guy?"

Gao Xiaowen sat on the sofa, she was still wearing the flight attendant uniform from the movie.

Amidst the chaos, it was too late to return the costumes and props of the production crew.

"We've met before."

Ye Zheng said.

"This guy is very strong."

Gao Xiaowen said.

"This guy is already very strong. He must have practiced martial arts before. If I were to hold in my muscles, I would be able to withstand nine mm bullets."

Ye Zheng said.

"You shouldn't have kicked him in the stomach and taken his fists."

Gao Xiaowen said.

"Then what should I do? Give him the Soul-Heart Chicken Soup? Or invite him for a cup of coffee? "

Ye Zheng asked with a smile.

"If you train horizontally, you will always be unable to practice in certain parts of the body. For example: the joints, the cartilage."

Gao Xiaowen replied.

Ye Zheng's words were logical, she was not an actor, could he be a martial artist?

"Theory works, but striking the opponent's weakness requires a cumulative amount of damage. This fellow's fist is too powerful. If he were to be struck by it, he would probably lose his life. The tolerance rate is equal to zero. "

Han Ruolin explained her thoughts as she helped to bandage Ye Zheng's wounds.

"Ye Zheng is capable."

Gao Xiaowen said.

Ye Zheng did not want to talk about Xue Qinhu anymore. He looked at Gao Xiaowen and changed the topic.

"You said that today."

Gao Xiaowen's tone was cold.

"As a flight attendant, it is easy to have varicose veins on her legs if she stands for a long time in the unstable air pressure thousands of miles high up in the sky ?"

Ye Zheng gave Gao Xiaowen a "scientific" answer.

"If you like my stockings, you can say so."

Gao Xiaowen spoke straightforwardly as she snickered while covering her mouth.

"That's not what I meant ?"

Ye Zheng's face was actually a little red.

"If the wound doesn't hurt, you can change shifts with Ma Jian now."

Gao Xiaowen said, so it was obvious that she was ordering him to leave.

Ye Zheng stood up bitterly, when he walked to the entrance, he held onto a jacket, and threw it at him.

"Your suit is ruined. Wear this?"

After Gao Xiaowen finished speaking, she crossed her hands in front of her chest and didn't speak any further. Ye Zheng walked out of the room with a depressed expression and returned to her car.

Back at the apartment, the door and locks had been changed, the furniture and items had been cleaned up and replaced with a brand-new night table and coffee table.

Ye Zheng gave the landlady one thousand yuan. The landlady only spent four hundred, the remaining six hundred and she put it in his pocket.

Lying on the bed, Ye Zheng lost himself in his memories ? At that time, he was a high-spirited young instructor from a special forces unit.

At that time, 58 elites from all over the country were standing in two rows in front of him.

"..." "Those who have achieved more than 60% of my results in automatic weapon rapid fire, pass; those who have achieved more than 75% of my results in full load cross-country, pass; those who are able to hold their ground for 30 seconds with me in combat, pass ?"

Ye Zheng announced loudly to them.

The 58 participants threw a resentful and dissatisfied look at Ye Zheng.

They were all elites of the training results of their respective military regions, and had always competed against each other, becoming the pride of their leaders. Ye Zheng's words, to them, were no different than a form of humiliation.

However, after a few days of training, their arrogance and confidence had been completely swept away ? In the midst of fighting, Ye Zheng won streak after streak.

In the 20 some rounds, only two people were able to compete with him for half a minute, and thus gained the qualifications to advance.

"Xue Meng, step forward!"

Ye Zheng ordered loudly.

"Here!"

A huge soldier walked out. His military uniform was bulged with muscles, and his physique resembled that of an ancient beast. His voice was as loud as the thunder in the horizon.

Ye Zheng laughed and said, "All of our comrades must really like you, since you are able to attract all the enemy's bullets."

"Yes!" "Instructor."

This giant called Xue Meng had an angry look on his face, he did not have a sense of humor.

"Shall we start?"

Before Ye Zheng even finished his sentence, Xue Meng pounced on him like a tiger, wanting to grab onto Ye Zheng and use the advantage in his physique to push him down to the ground.

Ye Zheng's reaction was very fast. With a tap of his feet, he quickly dodged. Xue Meng only caught a glimpse of his afterimage.

"That's right. "Steady!"

Ye Zheng warned as he dodged.

Relying on Xue Meng's physique and his ability to resist attacks, as long as he was able to hold his ground and use defensive and counterattack tactics, it was very likely that he would be able to hold off Ye Zheng for half a minute, thus becoming qualified to level up.

However, Xue Meng seemed to be filled with anger. Every time he threw a punch, he wanted to punch the instructor to death.

"When you punch out, keep up your footwork!"

Ye Zheng was extremely skilled, whenever Xue Meng's fist was about to hit his face or body, he would easily dodge, not wasting any of his energy.

Xue Meng turned a deaf ear and bellowed, a powerful fist struck horizontally at Ye Zheng's temple.

Ye Zheng lowered his body, dodging the attack, and then kicked Xue Meng's calf.

Xue Meng staggered and almost knelt down.

Ye Zheng suddenly turned around, as nimble as a leopard cat, and as fierce as a lone wolf, he used the [Spinning Kick].

The iron leg that was wearing the Landing Boots kicked right into Xue Meng's chin. At this moment, the stopwatch displayed: 26 seconds... After that, there was no more news of this big fellow. Perhaps he had long since retired, or perhaps he had returned to his own military region and did his job, no longer dreaming of becoming 'Chi Yan'.

A member of the Special Forces.

He did not expect that the next time he met him in Nanguo City, he would have already changed his name to "Xue Qinhu".

became Xiao Qingyun's bodyguard.

Judging from the exchange of blows, his strength was still the same as before, but his attacks were much more steady and steady.

Was this the result of a change in personality?

"It's getting more and more interesting."

Ye Zheng thought.

Ye Zheng sat up, moved the tea table to a corner, and began training in the apartment.

He did more than two hundred one-handed push-ups, then pressed his fist against the ground. His body stood on its head and sweat formed a small puddle on the ground.

After persisting like this for five minutes, Ye Zheng propped himself up with both hands, and steadily jumped up, both feet touching the ground.

Then, he took a fighting stance and began practicing air attacks.

Ye Zheng's "Air Strike"

It was not a blind punch, but a combination of weight, substance and speed. The posture was beautiful and coordinated, but it was also sharp and fierce. It was a realm that many professional fighting experts dreamt of reaching.

Ye Zheng's heart was filled with emptiness. Only when he was training did he feel that his mind was clear and active.

His final punch tore through the air and actually made a "hiss" sound.

An ear-piercing sound rang out.

Ye Zheng's face revealed a satisfied expression.