Regarding the matter of kicking a house, Chu Hang is at ease since he came. Anyway, he doesn't care about the so-called "face". Even if he can't kick one, he won't feel embarrassed. He looks down on himself. Even if he has this benefit, it won't hurt if he falls down.

But since he decided to kick on the ring, Chu Hang would definitely do his best. Compared to saying that he had just done his best to show off after failing, Chu Hang appreciated his strength and was not discouraged after failing.

Going to Jingwumen to play the club was one of his itineraries for a long time, but now he has just been put on the agenda early, just like getting a college course to junior high school.

If you can't afford to go to school, you'll admit that you're just a junior high school student and there's nothing to be embarrassed about.

But if you can afford it, it proves that you can actually go to college. If you think about it carefully, you are quite good at playing the game.

These days, there are only one month of training and playing games everywhere, but most of them are too ambitious idiots, with only one or two occasionally, which is really awesome.

Trying to be awesome, not being an idiot, doing everything with all your might and leaving no excuses is probably Chu Hang’s only idea now.

In short, when Chu Hang stood on the arena of Chen Zhenguan, his expression changed. It doesn't matter if he put it away, but became serious and serious. He walked to the camera and played a great man with a heartfelt mind, and suddenly changed his person.

"This kid does things, either not do it or does the best."

Su Zhilong spoke with emotion.

Chu Yanran nodded in agreement, "Since he is standing on the ring, he will definitely lie down. He will have to stop him at that time."

Su Liuli curled her lips and said, "Who doesn't want to get on the lips, but she can't even get off the scammer. This liar said that it would be a good idea to kick one of them. He might be thinking of kicking all 700 people. Humph, I know him so much!"

Fang Yun listened on the side, feeling like a person from another world.

How could I listen to their statement? This rookie who has only been practicing for a month can play several times, and he will be pulled down until he is exhausted?

I never thought that I could not beat any of them and would be defeated directly?

A former national coach, an active professional, and a future supernova.

Are all three big guys so naive?

Maybe this is the boss, and his ideas are different.

Fang Yun could not understand it at all because in his understanding, novices who only practiced for one month could not be of much higher level than genius. The practice of magic martial arts is not a day's skill. In just one month, you can pass by it.

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Fang Yun's view was that Chen Zheng, who was about to go to the battle, empathized with the most. The poor child's name was called, and his accent became "Chen Zhen", but his situation was a world of difference compared to that of the ancestor of the Jingwu Sect who had been famous for generations.

Chen Zheng started practicing magic martial arts when he was fourteen years old. After two years, he practiced for a year by standing and visualization alone. After that, he practiced basic skills such as magic power and boxing basics for another year. Until now, he has not even learned much about the mystery and eagle claw skills of the Jingwu Sect. He passed the simplest amateur assessment after three bangs and bangs. Among the 700 people in the Xuan generation, he is the weakest and has been repeatedly despised by his fellow students.

But Chen Zheng never doubted his talent because of this, and even thought that he was actually a genius. He attributed the reason why he was so weak was that he was too late to practicing martial arts!

Due to family background, Chen Zheng worked as a child laborer since childhood and did not even have the opportunity to learn. He had no chance to get involved in magic martial arts. He finally saved enough money until he was fourteen years old, but it was too late to become an apprentice of Jingwu Sect!

Others have been practicing magic martial arts since kindergarten. They have been practicing martial arts for more than ten years and have practiced basic skills since childhood. They have been practicing Mischief and Eagle Claw skills at the age of twelve or twelve, and are too far ahead of him!

He is more talented than them, but because he practices too late, he falls behind so much that he can't even catch up. After two years of hard training, he can't beat others' foundation building for ten years from childhood to adulthood!

Chen Zheng has a better understanding of the ruthless formula that magic martial arts equals talent multiplied by time!

"I heard you only practiced for a month?"

Chen Zheng walked to the ring and asked Chu Hang.

Chu Hang nodded expressionlessly, "Absolutely."

If it weren't for a year that he was delayed by "Tathagata's God Palm" when he was a child, he had only been practicing magic martial arts for a month. After all, he was an ordinary otaku who was almost struck by lightning a month ago, and his starting point was almost zero.

Chen Zheng sneered: "Who gives you the courage to come and play after only one month of practice?"

Chen Zheng's attitude is very bad, but Chu Hang can understand it. If he heard that someone had only practiced for a month and then kicked a house, he would think he was a fool.

Chu Hang shook his head and laughed: "Anyway, it's not Liang Jingru's fault, just think I'm unwise."

Chen Zheng sneered and said, "Do you know what happened to me in the first month of practicing magic martial arts?"

A ghost knows it.

Chu Hang was helpless, why did this person add drama to himself crazy!

Chu Hang still maintains a peace-oriented attitude. After all, it is one minute to talk, and the other party has the right to talk.

“What’s the situation?”

Chu Hang answered a message to Chen Zheng, but in fact he was also a little curious about what Chen Zheng wanted to say.

A complex emotion appeared on Chen Zheng's face, including sadness, anger, and pain. His expression scene was very sufficient. After brewing for a while, he said in a deep voice: "In the first month of practicing magic martial arts, I worked hard to catch up with others. I stood for five hours a day, practiced boxing for five hours, visualized internal skills for two hours, twelve hours a day, day after day, and practiced sore all over my body, and had no blood on my face. I fell into a coma several times, and finally gritted my teeth and persevered!"

Chen Zheng's words immediately infected many disciples of the Xuan generation. They recalled Chen Zheng's efforts and spoke out to call him.

Chu Hang had no fluctuations in his heart, and even wanted to laugh a little. He was just a memory kill? Think about this month, he practiced magic martial arts for eighteen hours every day. Every night, Yugong moved mountains and hit trees, and got hit by electric shock sticks thousands of times. Compared with these, standing in a stance, practicing boxing, and visualizing... he was so happy.

Chu Hang looked at Chen Zheng silently, without intending to destroy the tragic atmosphere that the boy finally brewed.

Chen Zheng suddenly clenched his fists and said loudly: "After practicing hard for a month, I thought I had made some progress, but I couldn't even beat my junior brother who was four years younger than me! At that time, I finally realized that hard work and talent alone were not enough to practice magic martial arts, and it also required time to accumulate! The junior brother who was four years younger than me started practicing magic martial arts at the age of five. He has been practicing for five years. Why did I catch up with him for only one month? Why!? It is natural for me to be defeated!"

"Well said!"

The disciples of the Xuan generation applauded Chen Zheng. They remembered that Chen Zhenshi had the latest cultivation and was the weakest, and they immediately changed their view of Chen Zheng. Strength may not necessarily represent talent, but also related to time.

Chu Hang was silent and thought to himself that it was not that a month was too short, but that your cultivation method was wrong. You should hit the tree, and you would become stronger by hitting it.

Chen Zheng looked at the silent Chu Hang and thought he was speechless. He was immediately proud. Although he had not learned a few tricks from the Misty Fist and Eagle Claw Technique, he still had achieved success in his senior brothers' verbal skills.

Chen Zheng raised his hand and pointed at Chu Hang, and said righteously: "Looking at you, I feel like I saw myself, I came to the gym after only practicing for a month. You are as stupid as I was before. But it's okay, there are always one or two unforgettable defeats on the road to growth that are thought-provoking. Soon you will understand that the most important thing in practicing magic martial arts is to be down-to-earth. I will use the mysterious fist of Jingwumen to make you lose your way and go on the right path!"

These righteous words suddenly made the disciples of the Jingwu Sect excited. They stood up and cheered and applauded Chen Zheng! Chen Zheng spoke out the voice in their hearts and expressed the chivalrous integrity of the Jingwu Sect!

"The one-minute conversation ends and the game begins!"

At this most igniting moment, the referee announced the start of the game in time!

Chen Zheng was ignited with passion, shouted loudly, and ran towards Chu Hang!

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Chapter completed!