C10 Dragon qi method

Indeed, what happened today was way beyond Ye Lan's imagination. She originally thought that the other party didn't know French and wanted to take the initiative to help him order the dishes. Thinking of this, Ye Lan's delicate and fair face couldn't help but redden, becoming even more intoxicating.

For a second, Fang Yao was also attracted by the beauty in front of him, but he quickly returned to normal. His finger swept across the tip of his nose as he pretended to be mysterious: "Don't you know of a place called New Oriental? I know the teacher inside, so I can introduce you. "

Ye Lan was speechless. He obviously didn't believe Fang Yao's explanation. He only felt that the man in front of him was becoming more and more mysterious.

However, Ye Lan was a reserved woman. She did not pursue the matter and instead took the initiative to send Fang Yao back to the company. However, she was rejected immediately because she had eaten too much and wanted to take a walk.

Towards this reason, Ye Lan could only helplessly shrug his shoulders. After a simple farewell, he started the car and left.

Afterwards, Fang Yao found a nearby subway station and took the subway back to the company.

In an international metropolis like the East China Sea, the roads during the lunch break were very congested, making it easier to take a ride on the subway than taking a taxi. Most importantly, this was the route that his brother, Fang Ming, would have to take when he went to work.

After witnessing the past, Fang Yao came to the subway that his brother had once ridden and experienced his life. He couldn't help but recall the time when the two brothers had been together.

However, his brother's only family member in this world had already left him forever, never to be seen again.

A dozen minutes later, Fang Yao returned to the company and entered the security lounge. The other security guards had already taken their positions.

Instead of drinking tea and talking about the mountain as usual, they stared fixedly at the clock on the wall. However, when it was exactly one o'clock, Fang Yao pushed open the door and appeared right in front of them. The guards looked at the clock, then looked at Fang Yao.

This brat is really lucky. If I could have eaten him up even a second later, I wouldn't have believed that he would be so punctual every time he steps back from the lunch break.

Fang Yao glanced at them indifferently. Without saying anything, he sat in front of his computer, and the rhythm of the CF Shooting Game continued.

After an afternoon shift, it had unknowingly reached five o'clock.

Today was Fang Yao's first day at work, so he didn't have to wait for his arrival at night. After punching in his card, Fang Yao walked out of the Far Flower International Building by himself and took the subway to a rented house outside of the Second Ring Road.

Six days ago, he had rented this room after returning to Eastsea City. The interior decoration had been there for six to seven years, so the district could not be considered as high-end. Fortunately, it was very quiet.

Entering the room, Fang Yao switched on the TV, checked the local news, and then opened his laptop to search for any latest news related to Far Flower International. Entering the room, Fang Yao turned on the television, checked the local news related, and then opened his laptop to search for any latest news related to Far Flower International.

The reason why Fang Yao's physical fitness had surpassed everyone else since he was young, and why he had become the number one special agent of Zhan Long, the most mysterious secret organization in China at the age of 19, was not only due to his talent, but also due to the Qi skill he practiced.

This Qi Method's name was "Dragon Qi Method". When Fang Yao was five years old, he met a mysterious old Taoist in an orphanage.

Every night, that old Daoist would teach Fang Yao this technique in the rear garden of the orphanage. Only after half a year did Fang Yao master the entire basics of this technique.

Later on, the mysterious old Daoist suddenly disappeared. The day before he disappeared, the old Daoist warned Fang Yao to train diligently and not waste this absolute skill. He also must not let anyone know about him cultivating this Qi Method.

In the next fourteen years, regardless of whether it was rain or shine, Fang Yao persevered in his training. Not only did he have a physique that far surpassed ordinary people, and great strength, he also managed to cultivate Qi in the past two years. Within two meters, he was able to knock away small objects like cups and teapots with his Qi.

He silently breathed in and out as his chest rose and fell rhythmically.

The muscles on his bare upper body were smooth and clear, his lean yet angular body seemed to have an astonishing explosive force. Under his bronze colored skin, every pore on his body seemed to follow the rhythm of his breathing.

After recuperating for about an hour or so, Fang Yao's legs exerted force, and his whole body suddenly shot up by more than a meter. His palms slammed onto the roof, his toes tapped on the wall, and his waist strength, and his whole body did a 180 degree turn in the air.

If someone nearby were to see Fang Yao's actions at this moment, they would definitely exclaim in shock.

His body did not borrow any external force, and relying entirely on the support of his four fingers, he quickly completed one difficult push-up after another, like a pine tree falling backwards, one per second. This lasted for more than half an hour.

At this moment, a fine layer of sweat had already appeared on Fang Yao's body. Next, he stretched out his muscles and legs, separating his front and back legs, directly displaying the word horse on the ground. His upper body continuously stretched left and right, the tendons on his body completely stretched out, much more flexible than a professional ballet dancer.

Having done all of this, Fang Yao breathed a sigh of relief. He felt as if his entire body was incomparably comfortable.

People who exercised all year round would know that a moderate amount of exercise would only make the practitioner's body and spirit feel better, and the amount of exercise just now was merely the most ordinary training method that Fang Yao had done in the past ten years.

He took a shower, dried his body, and walked out. He pulled open the curtain to look at the sky outside, a crescent moon was already hanging in midair, and the bustling metropolis was once again welcoming the arrival of the night. He opened his suitcase and changed his clothes, then closed his notebook, pushed open the door and quickly walked out of the building.

Three days ago, Fang Yao bought a silver-gray old Jetta at the second-hand market. He got into the driver's seat, started the car, and drove in the direction of the Far China International Building.

Half an hour later, they arrived at their destination.

He parked his car in a parking lot opposite the building. The International Tower of Yuanhua wasn't as dazzling as it was during the day. The several hundred meter tall building only had the lobby on the first floor, a security room, and a ninety-story office with lights still on. Fang Yao glanced at it indifferently, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Then, he took out his laptop and entered a special program in English. He quickly tapped on it and pressed the enter button. Then, he put his laptop back to its original position, tightened the sweatshirt on his body and walked out of the car as if nothing had happened.

When he went to work in the afternoon, Fang Yao had already inserted a wooden horse program into the monitoring terminal in the Security Lounge. He had just started the program with his notebook, and the screen of the monitoring equipment in the Security Lounge would be completely frozen within thirty minutes.

This kind of high-class hacking technique was equivalent to the Book of Heaven, but for Zhan Long's top secret service, it was only one of the basic basic skills.

The green door was locked. Looking around to make sure there was no one around, Fang Yao fished out an inconspicuous metal rod from his pocket and stuffed it into the door lock.