My Master is Lin Zhengying

"Master, you were really amazing just now.

So, what punch? "

Uncle Jiu rolled his eyes:

"Maoshan Benlei Fist!"

Wen Cai nodded again and again:

"Yes yes yes, Ben Lei Fist, so fierce."

Uncle Jiu looked at Wen Cai with a silly look.

He took a deep breath and calmed down.

Knowing this kid, I'm afraid he didn't remember every move.

Then he said to Nan Chen and Qiu Sheng:

"How many moves have you memorized for the master just now?

Check out all of them. "

As soon as Uncle Jiu finished speaking, Nan Chen and Qiu Sheng clasped their fists together and said:

"Yes, Master!"

After finishing speaking, Qiu Sheng, Nan Chen, and Wen Cai started punching on the spot.

Not to mention literary talents.

He didn't remember a single move, and followed Nan Chen and Qiu Sheng around.

Uncle Jiu sighed and shook his head, obviously giving up his literary talents.

When it was Qiu Sheng, he restored the Ben Lei Fist one move at a time.

Actually hit a seven seven eight eight.

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu nodded repeatedly.

But looking at Nan Chen again, he was shocked.

This Nan Chen not only played out one move at a time.

And he played vigorously, with style.

Although it is tangible and weak, it has no inner essence.

But this is just one look at it, and it can be done to this point.

This kind of talent, this kind of ability made Uncle Jiu very impressed.

I think back then, he practiced for a whole day before writing it down.

"Oh, junior brother, you actually remember so much?"

Qiu Sheng praised.

Nan Chen retracted his fist, smiled lightly, and didn't speak.

Although he lived a bloody life in his previous life.

In the workplace, I am overwhelmed by all kinds of pressure.

But when he was in school, he was a sports committee member.

For a long time, I need to learn some new radio gymnastics, warm-up exercises, etc., so I have a certain foundation.

Coupled with full concentration, it is natural to learn quickly.

Uncle Jiu nodded and said;

"Well, both of you are fine.

If it's your literary talent, learn from Qiu Sheng and Nan Chen. "

Wencai looked aggrieved:

"Oh, I see, master..."

Uncle Jiu hated iron for being weak, but he didn't deliberately belittle literary talents.

Because something like talent is innate.

Immediately, he locked his eyes on Nan Chen and Qiu Sheng:

"Ben Lei Fist, it's as fast as it gets.

If you run like a thunderbolt, you will be powerful.

You are optimistic, I will call you again as a teacher. "

After finishing speaking, Uncle Nine started his Benlei Fist again.

This time, Uncle Jiu gathered his profound energy.

Every time he punches, there is a "buzzing" sound.