In the extraordinary world, I can only travel to the world of women

Chapter 31 Teaching Kung Fu
this day.

Fang Xing was still exercising at home, with nearly a ton of weight on his body, but he didn't delay at all to continue doing push-ups.

It's not a strong arm, it looks like it's not fully tensed at this moment.Fang Xing even did nearly a hundred push-ups without even a drop of sweat coming out of his forehead.

This kind of exercise has reached the extreme for Fang Xing.

Even Fang Xing can clearly feel that his body has reached the so-called limit, and it is impossible to grow in an all-round way. He can only gradually strengthen one-sidedly if he continues to exercise.

However, the effect of such exercise will be very slow.

In the last world, the person who cultivated the indestructible body of King Kong had to practice hard for several years to reach that level.
And after the princess gained internal strength, her body's ability to resist blows was no worse than that of King Kong!

and so.

Continuing to hone your body now is equivalent to junior high school students practicing multiplication and division hard. It cannot be said that it is useless, but it cannot keep up with the standards that should continue to develop.

And after such a long period of constant adjustment, Fang Xing could also feel that his body would not decline rapidly due to lack of medicinal materials or food.

Presumably, as long as I practice like this for a few more days, I can completely keep this strength!
Just after completing today's exercise goal, Fang Xing was about to take a shower when someone rang the doorbell suddenly.

Open the door.

Standing outside the door was a middle-aged man in a long shirt and short hair.

It looks like he is about 40 or [-] years old, but his body is well maintained, and it is hard to tell how old he is.

When the visitor saw that it was Fang Xing, he first bowed with his fists in his hands.

"Mr. Fang, right?"

"I'm a staff member of the Provincial Martial Arts Association, and I'm here to send you an invitation."

After all, he took out a gold-plated invitation card from his cuff.

When I opened it, I found that the inside was neatly written in small script, and there was even a seal on it, and there was still a faint scent of ink left in the invitation.

Just looking at this invitation card, it is already full of status.

Fang Xing glanced at it, closed the invitation rather amusedly, and threw it into the trash can at the door.

"Invitation?"

"Who invites you to the martial arts competition?"

"I don't dare to speak out in the afternoon, I'm still talking nonsense here!"

"I'm so busy that I don't have time to go around with my defeated general. If you want to save face, just come to my door and look for me, and just beat him up!"

After all, Fang Xing closed the door directly, not bothering to say a word.

This invitation looked plausible, but what was written inside was not reliable at all.

First, they invited Fang Xing to come to a certain martial arts hall to meet the martial artists, saying that Fang Xing was superb in martial arts and should not be unknown here.

Then he said that Master Ma wanted to compete here.

The reason why Fang Xing lost a fight last time was because Fang Xing actually concealed his identity as a martial arts family, so the rematch is to let Fang Xing learn what real kung fu is.

If you don't come, you will be a turtle and so on...

Writing is not an invitation, nor is it a serious gauntlet.

The content is completely at the primary school level, and Bai Xia is good at writing.

And the middle-aged man outside the door obviously didn't expect Fang Xing to be so shameless, and threw the invitation in front of others!

It's not just a challenge.

This is a slap in the face!
Everyone in the martial arts industry is a master of martial arts, and they believe that their status is higher than ordinary people.No matter who you go to invite, someone else will open the door to welcome you in, eat, drink and serve you.

Even if they only work inside, they are still the seventh-rank officials in front of the prime minister!

For so many years, even if some people don't give face, no one dares to throw the invitation directly into the trash can!
The middle-aged man originally wanted to kick the door directly, asking why Fang Xing dared to disrespect Wu Xing so much.

But when he thought that this person had directly fought Master Ma and won a round, he withdrew his arm that had already rolled up his sleeves.

in the afternoon.

Jiang Yue came to chat with Fang Xing, and as soon as she walked to the door of Fang Xing's house with an orange, she saw a note pasted on the door.

[The eighteenth of this month, a martial arts competition in front of the door! 】

"Isn't today the 23rd?"

"Who posted this thing?"

Jiang Yue tore off the note, knocked on the door and shouted:
"Open the door!"

"I'm here to watch TV!"

Fang Xing opened the door and let Jiang Yue in without even looking at it.

Those who come and go frequently recently are familiar with each other, so they are not so polite.

As soon as Jiang Yue came in, she handed over the note in her hand.

"Here you are, the sticker on your door is someone looking for you to compete in martial arts?"

Fang Xing glanced at the note, crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can.

"It's nothing serious, it's just that the person I beat that day came looking for me again."

"Small things, don't worry."

Fang Xing threw it away, but Jiang Yue saw the invitation in the trash can.

Curiously, she took out the invitation from the trash can, and Jiang Yue lay on the sofa and read it carefully.

look at.

Jiang Yue turned over suddenly, looking at Fang Xing with big watery eyes.

All the while watching Fang Xing's whole person, his heart was terrified, and he didn't say a word.

"Just say what you have to say, why are you staring at me?!"

Jiang Yue blinked her eyes suddenly, and asked with some embarrassment:
"Even any provincial-level martial arts association has come to you, isn't it that you are actually very powerful?"

"Can you teach me too, it's enough to teach me self-defense!"

Fang Xing thought about it and nodded.

"Wait a few days, I'll teach you how to practice internal strength."

When Jiang Yue heard this, her eyes were about to light up!
"Can I learn it? I don't need any other exercises? Do I want to exercise my body first like you? After all, I'm already in my 20s. Is it suitable for me to practice internal skills? Can I be able to hit a dragon with one palm like on TV at the end of the practice?" !"

"You can't rely on internal strength to play a dragon, it depends on what cards you draw."

Fang Xing mercilessly pierced Jiang Yue's illusion, and then began to talk to Jiang Yue about some basic things.

In this world, Fang Xing did not intend to spread Taotie's body training skills.

In other words, they don't intend to spread this practice now.

In the last world, after the princess got this volume of exercises, she directly mixed her inner strength and turned herself into a little superman.

And in this world, there are not a few people who know internal skills!

Fang Xing has only practiced this exercise to the extreme, but he hasn't practiced any internal energy yet, so he doesn't know how effective the combination of internal energy and this exercise will be on himself.

In case there are those masters who have already practiced internal strength and also obtained Taotie body training by chance.

They have already practiced internal strength for decades, and they only need to spend a month or two to complete the Taotie exercise to reach the peak combat strength.

Maybe because of the blessing of internal strength, their progress will be several times faster than their own.

At that time, it is estimated that just after waking up, a pair of big hands had already grabbed his neck.

If even the last advantage of Taotie's body training is complemented, and he has only condensed his internal skills for a few days, how can he be an opponent of decades of internal skills?

So what was passed on to Jiang Yue could only be ordinary internal strength.

(End of this chapter)