I am the master of All Times: New book “Global Martial Arts”

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Chapter One Young Fang Hong

Earth, 2078.

At noon, the sun was shining.

The earth seems to be scorched, and there is a wave of heat throughout Chuzhou City.

As humans continue to destroy the earth's ozone layer and the environment, the earth's temperature is getting higher and higher. It is now December, but it is still extremely hot.

The average temperature of the entire earth has reached nearly 20 degrees, and in many areas where humans live, it exceeds 30 degrees all the year round. Even in winter, there is no chill.

In the exercise hall of Chihong Wushu Hall in Chuzhou City, a 17- or 18-year-old boy with long hair is practicing his palms over and over again. The strength of his palms is alive and powerful, and every palm brings a vigor. wind.

The young man’s complexion is bronze, his figure is not tall, he looks like 1.75 meters, with sword eyebrows, star eyes, handsome, thin, naked upper body, full of strong muscles. As the young man continues to practice his palms, his body Above, there is a faint red air current, which is not obvious and can only be seen when I look up close.

Just as the young man practiced his palms tirelessly over and over again, a round of applause sounded: "Yes, Fang Hong, your Xuanyang skill has finally entered the fifth level."

A Chinese character face, a middle-aged man in his forties, walked in.

Young Fang Hong saw the middle-aged man coming in, stopped practicing his palms, and said with a smile: "Master, you are here."

Middle-aged man, is the owner of Chihong Wuguan, namely Fang Hong’s master Yan Chihong.

Fang Hong came to Yan Chihong, scratching his hair, a little embarrassed: "I also just broke through last night."

Yan Chihong looked at Fang Hong with a gratified expression: "If Master accepted you as a disciple a few years earlier, you might already be a senior warrior now!"

He only accepted Fang Hong as a disciple two years ago. Within two years, Fang Hong had cultivated the Xuanyang Gong to the fifth level, and he couldn't help but marvel at such a speed of cultivation.

Xuanyang Gong entered the fifth level, which means that Fang Hong is already a fifth-stage martial artist!

Seventeen years old, Wudan martial artist, even among the younger generation of Chuzhou, he is still outstanding.

"Have you tested your boxing power?" Yan Chihong asked Fang Hong.

"Not yet, I came to the martial arts gym in the morning and practiced Prajna Vajra palm." Fang Hong said.

"Let's go, I will take you over to test your current punch strength." Yan Chihong said, and then led Fang Hong to the strength tester.

Fang Hong stood still, ran the fifth layer of Xuanyang Gong, and suddenly hit the tester with a punch.

Buck!

The tester makes a loud bang.

The value kept soaring, breaking through 500 in an instant and stopping at 510.

"510 pounds! Not bad, just broke through the fifth stage martial artist, and his fist strength is 510 pounds!" Yan Chihong smiled, and then stroked his chin with a short beard. This is his habitual signature movement~IndoMTL.com~lb ! Xiao Honghong, that's not bad, it was about to catch up with your sister and me. "At this time, a 15-year-old girl with a sweet smile came in from outside.

The girl is wearing a long braid, which is waist-length, and her skin is like fat. She looks very beautiful, especially her eyes.

The girl came to Fang Hong, patted Fang Hong on the shoulder, and said jokingly: "In the future, I will rely on you to cover it."

Fang Hong smiled bitterly: "Sister, you don't need me to cover it."

The girl is the daughter of his master Yan Chihong, named Yan Wan'er, two years younger than him. However, because he was late in apprenticeship, he called the girl senior sister.

Yan Chihong smiled and said, "Okay, don't make fun of Fang Hong. However, Fang Hong has come to practice the exercises a long time ago. What a lazy person like you, the sun came to your toes, too. Don’t look at what time it is, it’s noon."

Yan Wan'er came over to Yan Chihong and said with a smile: "It's a rare Sunday today, Dad, you take me to Lushan Mountain."

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