You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 12 Qi Wu Guan Tong Drill

"Jiang Qiu, we're at the intersection. Goodbye!"

"See you."

Seeing Liu Ziri waving goodbye to him and walking towards the other end holding two stacks of brand new black T-shirts, Jiang Qiu exhaled lightly and turned into the narrow alley of Thirteenth Street.

"I didn't expect that Liu Zili, who was also born in a shantytown, would pay attention to so many things in school." Jiang Qiu shook his head and smiled: "Maybe, after my parents died, I paid less attention to things."

Click.

He turned the key, pushed open the rusty iron door, and walked into the gloomy living room again.

We had free dinner at school and there was no need to cook. The gun heads we just received today could not be taken out of the school unless there were special circumstances and were kept in venue No. 8.

He simply took off his gun and practiced boxing, using the ancient martial arts spear techniques!

Huh-ha-

The whistling sound of the sleeves hitting the arms and the sound of the fists breaking through the air echoed each other. A breath of fresh air was quietly inhaled into the lungs, and the already tight muscles became even tighter, and steaming sweat squeezed out of the pores!

[Practice Zhoutian Qi Jue once]

[Practice Zhoutian Qi Jue once]

【.】

"Whoo~"

With a breath of foul air, the sound of water dripping onto the concrete floor was heard. Jiang Qiu casually threw the wrung-out school uniform into the washing tub and went into the bathroom with his upper body naked.

【Mortal Body】

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Unconsciously, the muscle lines on his abdomen deepened, the muscle lumps on his forearms glowed faintly with bronze, and his eyes were like hot spring eggs with their shells removed.

A few days ago, I was practicing ancient martial arts spear techniques with a wooden spear in school. My muscles were like a soaked towel, which I had to wring out every time I practiced. Now, with the rhythm of last week's Weather Secret, it was as if I had to wring out ten soaked towels at once. The muscles all over my body were shaking!

"The mortal body should be my body. I didn't expect it to be so difficult to improve."

Under the shower line, Jiang Qiu put his hands over his hair and pushed it upwards. Suddenly, a sour feeling spread from his forearms to his upper arms, and even his chest became numb.

There is also some floc-like black dirt in the bath water, which is barely visible.

It was another day before dawn. A brand new figure was reflected in the square mirror hanging on the wall. Jiang Qiu, wearing a short black shirt, pulled at his round collar and smiled slightly, with a strong sense of pride in his chest.

Glancing at the phone.

[2125年，3月4日，5点31分]
"It's still early, so we can go to school and have a good breakfast."

With a thought, Jiang Qiu slipped his cell phone into his trouser pocket, opened the door, and walked towards the school with his head held high.

The early vendors had already rolled up their door curtains. The boss who was carrying the steamer baskets of steamed buns had just glanced away, then turned his head back again, eyes wide open: "Isn't that a hill?"

The customer rolled up his sleeves and looked over. He grabbed the big bun in his rough hands covered with dirt and mud. "Why aren't you wearing your school uniform today? Were you fired?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? That's the school uniform for outstanding students of No. 8 Middle School. He has become an outstanding student!"

Another rough middle-aged man sitting on the stone block at the entrance of the stall had a gleam in his eyes. Some others who were standing and eating buns were stunned for a moment: "What? Him? He became an excellent student!"

"Our shantytown can actually produce outstanding students? Wow, this is incredible."

There was a special gleam in the boss's eyes. The steam from the steamer burned his arms before he gritted his teeth and sat on the long table to greet more customers.

Jiang Qiu had walked this route from Thirteenth Street in the shantytown to No. 8 Middle School thousands of times, and today was no different. However, when he just stepped into the Excellent Training Hall, Liu Zili, who was jogging after him, waved at him and said, "Jiang Qiu, you're here so early."

"Yeah, it's pretty early."

Jiang Qiu smiled slightly.

“Beep——” “Verification passed.”

The glass door of venue No. 8 opened, and the clear sound of a bird's throat came out from inside: "Brother Xie is so awesome, can you give me some pointers when you have time?"

Looking in the direction of the voice, Hu Yeye with white face and red lips stopped to one side, followed Xie Kuang to take the spear, with a bright smile on her face.

"No time."

"Okay, the teacher isn't here yet, can I watch you practice shooting?"

"roll."

"Oh, excuse me."

The moment Hu Yeye turned around, the corners of her mouth sank, and she snorted twice, just in time to bump into Jiang Qiu and Liu Zili who had just come in. She pouted and turned away, and suddenly heard Xie Kuang's loud voice behind her: "Jiang Qiu, right? You came quite early. The girl who followed you yesterday said that you can beat Wang Guanjia by only learning the first eight moves of the ancient martial arts spear technique. You are amazing.

Do you want me to teach you the complete ancient spear technique now, and compete with me?"

Under Hu Yeye's twisted and distorted gaze, Jiang Qiu walked to the weapon cabinet where the students' rifles were stored and put his thumb on the handle: "No need, the teacher will teach you."

With a click, the tempered glass door opened and the tip of the double-edged arc gun was pulled out of the cabinet.

He walked towards the small room without looking back. Liu Ziri took out his silver-gray four-sided spear and quickly followed him, and together they stepped into the one-way glass door.

“Tsk——” Xie Kuang glanced at him: “With such a dull and stupid personality, Wang Guanjia actually lost to him?

Waste?

"By the way, you're here too, tell me how Crown Armor lost to him."

Hu Yeye, who was walking towards the small room with a gun in hand, trembled, and turned around with a smiling face again: "Brother Xie, do you want me to start from when Jiang Qiu just arrived in Class 8?"

Swah——

prick--

There was a cold light flashing in the small room. Before Wu Shan and Wang Guanjia came in, Jiang Qiu and Liu Ziri practiced the first eight moves of ancient spear techniques, combining them with the Zhoutian Qi Jue.

The regular panting sounds were like a needle threading through cotton, surrounding the trembling of the gun barrel.

The two of them were silent. Liu Ziri followed Jiang Qiu's rhythm, but after a moment, sweat rolled down his cheeks and he clenched his teeth.

It was not until Wang Guanjia and Hu Yeye walked into the small room one after another that the whistling sound of the spear tips breaking through the air stopped temporarily. As Wu Shan stepped in with a long spear that had just been taken out of the armory yesterday, the more powerful sound of martial arts performances echoed like the sea crashing against a cliff.

"Ancient spearmanship emphasizes the unity of man and spear. You must always treat the spear as your own arm, rather than an external weapon, to have a chance to practice hidden power, do you understand?" Wu Shanning looked at the four people who imitated his spearmanship with his right eye, and suddenly stared at Hu Yeye, his left eye slit open as if to burst open: "What the hell are you practicing? Why are you twisting your waist? Do you think you are twisting it properly?
You don’t feel complacent about being an excellent student, do you? If the school didn’t have such requirements, would you be able to come here with your qualifications? ! "

Hu Yeye's body trembled due to the spit. She smiled awkwardly, and forced herself to straighten her chest and press down her waist. Her aura was twisted and her posture became three points straighter.

"And you, with your thin arms and legs, can't you use your strength? Such a good spear in your hand is like a toothpick. Are you going to pick the teeth of a monster during the college entrance examination? Use your legs to gain strength!"

Seeing Liu Zili's eyes fixed, and the spear tip piercing through the air with a whistling sound, Wu Shan stared for a moment, and then turned his one eye to Wang Guanjia: "You are not bad, you have practiced the complete ancient martial arts spear method, and your basic skills are not bad. But don't hold the spear so tightly, so that you can fully comprehend the bright and dark forces, instead of staying at the superficial level of three points."

Finally, he looked at Jiang Qiu at the side. He stared at him for a long time with his icy eyes before snorting coldly, "Pay attention to the rhythm of keeping your chest and abdomen in. Let the ancient martial arts spearmanship adapt to the Zhoutian Qi Jue. Don't go against the Tian Gang."

Jiang Qiu was stunned for a moment, then followed his instructions and stabbed out with a bang. The tip of the spear was like a lone boat pushing the waves in the river, and the air was retreating.

Just then a stream of foul air came out of the nasal cavity, and in a trance the air had already completed a circulation through the lungs.

[One Qi Wu Guan Tong Drill]

【Ancient Martial Arts Spear (Beginner)】

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【Mortal Body】

[7/100]

(End of this chapter)