After practicing the sword for a while, Wang Teng put it back in the weapons room.
After coming out, he changed to fist practice.
When the student saw this, he shook his head again. Martial arts practice was more about quality than quantity.
If Wang Teng practiced his sword skill twice before practicing his fist skill, he might as well practice only one skill. If not, he might not be able to master both skills in the end.
"This newcomer is hardworking, but he is a bit stupid."
Wang Teng did not know that he had been labeled as "stupid".
After practicing the fist art twice, he felt that his mastery of the basic fist art had improved a bit. Yes, the effect was not bad.
When he turned his head, he saw a tall figure standing next to him with his arms crossed.
It seemed that he had been watching for a while.
"Teacher, when did you come? Why didn't you say anything? You scared me."
This figure was the martial disciple instructor who taught Wang Teng the [National Ninth Radio Gymnastics] last night. Seeing him now, Wang Teng felt his scalp tingle.
"Young man, I saw you practice for a while. Your fist art is not bad!" The instructor gave Wang Teng a thumbs up.
"Thank you for the compliment!"
Wang Teng blushed with shame and said, "Teacher, my name is Wang Teng. What is your name?"
"My name is Peng Hai. You don't have to call me teacher. Just call me Senior Peng." Peng Hai said.
"Senior Brother Peng." Wang Teng accepted his advice. Then, he asked, "You came so early too?"
"My talent is not enough. I am already twenty years old, but I am still an advanced martial disciple. I can only rely on hard work." Peng Hai said sadly.
Wang Teng did not know what to say.
"Hahaha, don't mind me. I was just complaining. Wang Teng, your talent is not bad, and you are willing to work hard. I believe that you will become a martial artist in less than three years. Work hard." Peng Hai encouraged.
Three years?
No, three days would be enough!
Wang Teng thought to himself. However, he could only nod and say, "I will work hard, Senior Brother Peng!"
"Alright, I will go to the third floor to train. Today, there will be other Advanced Martial Disciples to guide you. Of course, if you have any questions, you can always look for me," Peng Hai said.
"What a passionate senior brother!"
Wang Teng could not help but sigh as he watched him walk up to the third floor.
Not long after, more and more students arrived, and the training hall gradually became lively.
"Senior apprentice-brother."
"Morning, Senior Brother!"
"Senior Sister, you're still so beautiful today!"
…
Those who were familiar with each other greeted each other, and then began to cultivate. Everyone's time was precious, and every second counted.
Wang Teng looked at them and suddenly felt that these students were like sheep that walked upright on two legs. There was a lot of hair on their bodies, and there was no end to it.
"That's great!" He couldn't help but reveal a fatherly smile.
When it was fat, it could be slaughtered … Bah bah, such a good sheep was not meant to be slaughtered. It had to be harvested continuously.
As everyone began to train in full swing, all kinds of attribute bubbles fell one after another.
Very quickly, the training hall became a sea of bubbles.
Wang Teng happily wandered in the sea of bubbles.
"I'm a wool fan, harvest, harvest, harvest …"
He did not dare to sing this song out loud for fear of being beaten to death. He could only silently make a fortune while singing in his heart.
If there was a notification at this time, it would be like this:
[Strength * 2], [Speed * 6] dropped in front of you. You picked them up, your strength and speed have increased!
[Foundation Fist Technique * 2] dropped in front of you. You picked them up, your foundation fist technique has become more proficient!
[Comprehension * 1], [Vitality * 3] dropped in front of you. You picked them up, your Comprehension and vitality have increased!
…
There were even more people training on Saturday than last night.
Wang Teng had completely underestimated the number of attributes dropped by everyone. In other words, he had underestimated the amount of effort everyone put in.
The harder the students trained, the higher the probability of dropping attributes.
It was like milking a cow. The harder you worked, the more milk you could squeeze.
After a whole day, he had actually completed the transformation from a low-level martial disciple to a mid-level martial disciple.
Whether it was strength, speed, or vitality, they had all broken through the threshold of a mid-level martial disciple. There was no exaggeration.
Not only that, his foundation fist technique, foundation movement technique, and foundation sword technique had all reached a small success!
According to the proficiency level, combat skills could be divided into basic, proficient, small success, large success, nuance …
At proficient level, one could already exert the power of combat skills. At small success, the power would be at least twice as strong.
If one reached large success, or even nuance, the power would be more than a few times stronger.
In addition, Wang Teng also obtained [Foundation Sword Technique] and pushed it to the proficiency level.
The harvest was not small.
In the evening, it was time for dinner.
After a day of training, the students were already hungry. They packed up and left the training hall one after another.
At this time, Wang Teng was in the corner checking and accepting his gains.
He held the black iron sword in his hand, and with his movement technique, he moved around and waved the long sword, making the sound of air tearing.
The young man who was training in the morning was returning the sword and walking out of the weapon room.
He happened to pass by Wang Teng and inadvertently took a look.
"This, this …"
He was shocked. His mouth was wide open, and he rubbed his eyes hard as if he suspected that he was hallucinating.
"This is definitely not the basic sword technique at the proficiency level. It must be small success, it must be small success!"
He himself was at the proficiency level. Although he did not reach small success, he still had a good eye.
But how was this possible? In the morning, he saw Wang Teng training, and he was only a beginner. His sword technique was very rough.
After a day, he actually reached small success!
This must be a joke, right?
Could there really be such a genius in the world?
He felt that he was doubting his life. In the morning, he mocked him for being stupid. Now that he thought about it, it seemed a little ridiculous.
"Crazy! Crazy! "
The young man looked down and shook his head with a bitter smile as he walked out of the training hall.
Wang Teng did not even notice the existence of such a person. He practiced his sword, saber, fist, and movement technique once, and his whole body felt smooth.
"Phew!"
He slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air and put the weapon back in the weapon room.
As he walked to the underground parking lot of the dojo, he called out the attribute panel.
Comprehension: 28
Physique: 42
Strength: 455
Speed: 185
Battle Techniques: Basic Fist Technique (small success), Basic Movement Technique (small success), Basic Sword Technique (small success), Basic Saber Technique (proficient)
"Today's harvest is bountiful!" Wang Teng drove home with a face full of smiles.
At home, Li Xiumei was cooking. The rich aroma of meat floated out from the kitchen, and Wang Teng's stomach immediately growled.
"Mom, what delicious food did you cook today? It smells so good! "He walked into the kitchen and asked.
"Your dad specifically asked me to buy star beast meat for you." Li Xiumei smiled.
"Really? My dad spent so much money on it? "Wang Teng said in surprise.
Star beasts were mutated wild beasts under the influence of Force. Because Force was born in the universe, it got its name.
Their meat was very nourishing and was not comparable to ordinary beasts. It was very expensive.
"It smells so good. Let me try."
He saw a plate of red braised meat on the stove and salivated. He could not help but pick up a piece and throw it into his mouth.
"Oh, it's so delicious. Mom, your cooking skills are so good."
"Aiya, you are really the reincarnation of a hungry ghost. And you are so sweaty. Go and take a shower." Li Xiumei chased him out of the kitchen.
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