Although Fang Xing has never missed martial arts classes, Xia Long's guidance is not available in every class, especially when it comes to practicing kung fu.

He seized the opportunity and carefully experienced the difference.

After half an hour of Dalong Zhuan, it was time to practice the twelve military postures.

Fang Xing looked serious, looking forward to getting Xia Long's guidance.

It's a pity that this time Xia Long just glanced at it, nodded and shook his head: "Students have made progress, which is good, but the ultimate goal of martial arts is in actual combat... If it works in actual combat, you can say anything.

If you can't do it in actual combat, everything you say is just fart. Now, the class is divided into groups of two and begins the actual combat exercise..."

He clicked on the watch on his hand, and a screen of azure light appeared in front of him.

Fang Xing and other names continued to change on it, and finally settled.

"The first group, Bailang versus Qianxun!"

Xia Long announced expressionlessly: "Other students will give up the venue."

"Please advise!"

Bai Lang, a slender man with short hair, bowed politely first.

"Please advise!"

Qianxun, wearing a blue training uniform and a pumpkin head, bowed in return.

Snap!

The next moment, Bailang's steps were like a bow and arrow, shooting several meters away and arriving in front of Qianxun.

He put his five fingers together and fired the cannon fist.

There was a crisp sound in the air, and it was obvious that he was very proficient in lunge and gun boxing.

bump!

The cannon was empty, and Qianxun made a posture similar to an iron bridge. It was unimaginable that her slender waist could bend to ninety degrees.

Then, Qianxun pressed his hands on the ground, and his long legs were wrapped around him as if they were weak and boneless, and it was like two pythons strangling him.

The Twelve Postures of Military Boxing: ‘Double Snake Legs’!

The next second, Bai Lang was strangled tightly and fell to the ground, like a prey entangled by a giant python.

Naked hanging!

"I surrender!"

Bai Lang's face was red, and he didn't know whether it was due to lack of oxygen or excitement. Anyway, Fang Xing felt that he was not very depressed or disappointed.

"Oh...this guy has made a lot of money."

Next to him, Liu Wei also slapped his thigh with regret: "Why didn't I do it?"

"Next group, Yi An versus Cole!"

Xia Long showed no expression and asked the next group to step forward.

Yi An is thin and small with dark skin, but Cole has a typical Caucasian appearance and is nearly two heads taller than Yi An.

Upon hearing the instruction, a ferocious smile appeared on his face, he swung his right fist back, and then shot it out like a bow and arrow.

bump!

The punch was so fast that Yi An had no way to avoid it and flew directly backwards. There was even a harsh bone cracking sound from his hurriedly raised arms.

"One punch..."

The students around were a little shocked: "Cole's punch... is very close to 'a gunshot that is worth a lot of money'..."

Lunge and gun boxing, the word "gun" is the true meaning!

"It's so awesome... This big guy is very powerful because of his strength. He took advantage of him in the early stage of martial arts training. He is equivalent to those people with extraordinary talents in ancient times..."

Liu Wei also murmured.

"Although the Twelve Postures of Military Style Boxing are only C-level martial arts, but I was able to practice to this point in my first year of high school, so I can barely do it."

Xia Long folded his arms and nodded secretly in his mind, preparing to put Cole on the observation list, but he didn't say much and said directly: "Two classmates will take Yi An to the infirmary. The next group... Liu Wei versus Bai Lianyi!

"

"Um?"

Hearing this, Fang Xing immediately looked to the side.

Liu Wei suppressed his excitement and came on calmly: "Classmate Bai, please give me some advice!"

Bai Lianyi nodded gently, looking like a white lotus, and her voice was soft and delicate, which made people think of Jiangnan Lotus: "Be careful, classmate Liu!"

Before she finished speaking, she swayed and was already in front of Liu Wei!

"So fast!"

Fang Xing watched with cold eyes, amazed in his heart.

This classmate Bai's speed is probably the best in the class!

As a cyborg, his martial arts training progress has surpassed many of his natural classmates, which is really unbelievable.

What was even more unbelievable was the terrifying wind roar that followed!

Stab!

Bai Lianyi raised her right leg high, and her white practice clothes rustled.

The air seemed to be torn apart by a giant axe, and that axe was Bai Lianyi's long leg!

The Twelve Postures of Military Boxing - Tomahawk Kick!

Haha!

Fang Xing heard the harsh sound of bone cracking, and then saw Liu Wei seemed to be hit by a high-speed train. He screamed in mid-air: "My hand..."

"It's okay. Isn't your hand broken? Who is that? Send him to the infirmary!"

Xia Long frowned.

But he doesn't know that no matter how cheap the school infirmary is, it still charges a fee.

"The next group... Fang Xing, versus Ouyang Qianqian!"

Fang Xing originally wanted to send his deskmate and friend to the infirmary, but when he heard his name, he could only give Liu Wei an apologetic look and walked onto the battlefield.

Liu Wei stopped screaming, and his classmates who refused to go to the infirmary immediately watched from the side.

After all, one is his best friend and the other is his crush.

He thought for a while and finally shouted: "Axing, come on!"

Anyway, Ouyang Qianqian, a natural student, has always been at the top of the class, so she will definitely not lose.

It is only natural that you cheer for your friends by yourself.

Although he shouted to come on, he didn't feel that Fang Xing had any chance of winning.

"Please advise!"

Fang Xing was in a good mood. He gave Ouyang Qianqian a free and easy smile, put off his martial arts style, and at the same time controlled his nanosuit to give up defense.

After all, it's just a classroom exercise, no need to cheat.

"please!"

Ouyang Qianqian's hands were like orchids, flowing in all directions, and she clicked them suddenly, which was not the way of the Twelve Postures of Military Boxing.

This is her family's martial arts - Feilan Zhi!

It is a C-level martial arts that specializes in training the flexibility and flexibility of the fingers.

'Well, he is much weaker than Gu Yun... We are both from a natural family. If Gu Yun is from a middle-income family, Ouyang Qianqian is a poor person... Of course, no matter what, we are stronger than the cyborgs. We are born to be responsible.

.'

Fang Xing made a mistake in his steps, dodged Ouyang Qianqian's finger, and then brought his five fingers together to form his most familiar punch.

Lunge cannon boxing!

A man is like a pine tree, his steps are like a bow, and his fists are like a cannon!

Boom!

There was a muffled sound in the air, and Fang Xing punched hard, hitting Huanglong directly.

Ouyang Qianqian, however, was like a willow catkin, facing the wind and backward, barely able to avoid the punch.

Catkin Body Technique!

Then, she twisted her body and came to Fang Xing's right side. The fingers of her right hand were like jade, and she tapped gently to stir up the strong wind.

Although the moves are fierce and vicious, the postures are graceful, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

Fang Xing twisted his waist and advanced instead of retreating.
To be continued...