Wang Teng originally came to Jixin Martial House to train.
But now, he was busy picking up attributes.
He felt like a garbage collector, diligently picking up the things that others dropped.
He had observed earlier that the transparent bubbles on the ground were dropped by the students during their training.
There were many students training in the martial house, so there were many attribute bubbles.
However, there was one thing that made Wang Teng's heart ache.
The bubbles had a time limit, and they would disappear after a few minutes.
He was stunned for a while, and a few of the bubbles disappeared. It made his heart ache. He felt like he had lost a few hundred million yuan.
The students continued to train, and occasionally, a few attribute bubbles would drop.
Wang Teng was very happy to pick them up. His attributes kept increasing as if they were free.
A Martial Disciple instructor saw him running around like a headless fly in the training hall. He couldn't stand it anymore and stopped him.
"Hey, hey, student. Why are you running around instead of training in the martial house?"
"Teacher, I just came here today. I want to see how everyone is training. The ancients say that there is always someone to learn from. I want to learn from everyone."
Wang Teng looked at the martial disciple instructor and giggled as he talked nonsense.
"Just came? Then come here. I will teach you the [Ninth National Radio Gymnastics]. You don't know anything now, so it's pointless to watch it. Learn the basics first, "the instructor said.
Wang Teng thought about it and felt that what the instructor said made sense. This instructor was very responsible.
He looked at the attribute bubbles that had just dropped in the training hall. It was as if a few hundred million yuan had left him.
"Teacher, what is the [Ninth National Radio Gymnastics]?" Wang Teng walked over and asked curiously.
"The [Ninth National Radio Gymnastics] is a scientific body training method developed by the country by combining the basic body training methods of the Xingwu Continent."
The instructor said and turned on the sound system.
"The [Ninth National Radio Gymnastics] — Martial Arts Youth, start now!"
Wang Teng's body froze.
The music sounded. It was that familiar smell and that familiar preparation.
"Watch carefully!"
The tall and muscular instructor was at least 1.8 meters tall. His muscles were terrifying. At this moment, his expression was serious as he prepared.
Wang Teng was dumbfounded!
The tutor had already started doing radio gymnastics to the music.
"First style, stretching exercise, one two three four, two two two three four …"
"The second style, Chest Expansion Exercise, one two three four, two two two three four …"
"The third style, kicking movement, one two three four, two two three four …"
Wang Teng stared at the other party in a daze. His mind was filled with countless curses, and he couldn't stop them at all.
What f * cking radio gymnastics!
Although he also discovered that although the names were still the same, the movements were much more complicated. Some of the more difficult movements had very high demands on the body.
It seemed like … it could really be used to train one's body?
But this music, this rhythm, this familiar feeling, it was really embarrassing!
"How is it? Did you see it clearly? If you didn't see it clearly, I'll show you again! "
The music stopped, and the instructor also slowly stopped his movements. He let out a long sigh, and a lot of sweat appeared on his forehead. The effect of [National Radio Gymnastics No. 9] was amazing.
"Teacher, I saw it clearly!" Wang Teng hurriedly nodded, afraid that he would really do it again.
Looking at his expression, it was very likely that he would do what he said and wasn't joking.
"Oh, it seems like your memory is not bad. I had to watch it three times before I could remember it." The tutor said with some disappointment.
Damn, what's with your disappointed look!
You're addicted to radio gymnastics!
Wang Teng persuaded the tutor to leave as if he was sending off the god of plague. They were more than happy to let him harm the other students.
What [National Radio Gymnastics No. 9]? I, Wang Teng, will definitely not do it. I won't do it even if I'm beaten to death!
In this life, I can only rely on picking up attributes to become stronger!
While the tutor wasn't paying attention, Wang Teng continued his task of picking up attributes.
[Strength * 2]
[Speed * 1]
[Comprehension * 0.2]
…
[Basic Fist Technique * 5]
…
Wang Teng was very happy. He picked up a lot of strength and speed attributes. He didn't try it out, so he didn't know what level his strength had reached. However, when he was strolling around the training hall, he clearly felt that his speed had increased a lot. He accidentally jumped a few meters away.
[Comprehension] was a little low, and it was only a few tenths. It took a few of them to get one point.
"Did I become smarter when the [Comprehension] attribute increased? I don't feel anything." Wang Teng thought.
Wait!
[Basic Fist Technique * 5]?!
Wang Teng absorbed a bubble that was different from the previous ones. Suddenly, many memories of his boxing practice appeared in his mind.
"Basic Fist Technique, I learned it just like that?" Wang Teng was in disbelief.
At the martial disciple stage, one didn't have the Force and couldn't practice Force combat techniques.
Therefore, the country summarized many basic combat techniques, including movement techniques, fist techniques, sword techniques, knife techniques, etc.
Then, it was promoted so that everyone could practice it.
Wang Teng looked at the young man in his twenties who was practicing the Basic Fist Technique not far from him. His eyes shone.
Although he learned the Basic Fist Technique, it was obvious that he wasn't proficient in it. He just learned it, and it was very rough. It was equivalent to a normal person practicing for four to five days.
However, if he picked up more [Basic Fist Technique] attributes, he should be able to increase his proficiency, right?
Bang bang bang!
The young man hammered the sandbag with great force. The sandbag shook left and right, and every punch made a dent in the sandbag.
"Strong!"
"As expected, becoming a martial artist is the way out."
"Why isn't it dropping … Eh, it's dropping, it's dropping again!"
Wang Teng was a little excited. He sneaked up from behind, picked up the attributes by accident, and slipped away.
[Basic Fist Technique * 7]
[Strength * 5]
"This young man, he's good! Very good! "Wang Teng exclaimed.
His Basic Fist Technique was indeed more proficient!
After waiting for a while, seeing that the young man didn't drop any more attributes, Wang Teng had no choice but to turn to the other students. After all, he couldn't care about one thing and lose another.
Only children made choices.
Adults, I want all of them!
I, Wang Teng, am an adult!
… …
[Basic Body Movement * 2]
Outside the training hall was a circular track, like a playground.
A fatty ran across the track, like a gust of wind, blowing Wang Teng's hair.
A bubble dropped behind his butt.
After confirming the figure, it was a nimble fatty!
"Eh? Basic Body Movement!! "
Wang Teng picked up the attributes and was shocked. It was another Basic Combat Technique, and it was a body movement technique. His luck was a little too good.
The fatty ran tirelessly, and bubbles dropped behind him like a hen laying eggs.
"So many!"
Wang Teng was shocked again. Following the principle of not wasting anything, he ran behind him and picked up the bubbles.
The speed attribute that he had just gained came into effect. It supported Wang Teng to follow behind the fatty. He was running happily.
[Speed * 1]
[Speed * 1]
[Speed * 1]
[Basic Body Movement * 3]
[Speed * 1]
… …
"Ha ~ Ha ~ Ha … Why are you following behind me?" The fatty stopped, stuck out his tongue, and stared at Wang Teng.
"Who's following you, I'm practicing my body movement technique, don't think too much." Wang Teng also stared back.
"You …"
"What about me?"
"F * ck, I'm not running anymore, you can run by yourself." The fatty was angry, but he couldn't do anything to Wang Teng.
"Don't, run a few more times, I think you have a good future, don't give up so easily!" Wang Teng urged him to stay.
"…" The fatty.
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