There's something wrong with me

Chapter 8 Genius? Prodigy!
【Please select the tenth enhancement】

[1: Constitution +0.3]

[2: Root Bone +0.2]

[3: Natural lifespan + 60 (days)]

'Root bones...' Zhang Feng first noticed option 2.

And observe your own information.

【Root bone: 0.8】

[Spiritual Roots: 0]

This body's bones are slightly better than those of ordinary people, 0.8 more.

At the same time, Zhang Feng chose [2: Root Bone +0.2] without hesitation.

The root bone information changed again, becoming [1]

After making your selection.

Zhang Feng didn't feel anything unusual in his body.

But through so many years of practice.

Zhang Feng also understood that [Root Bone] was to make people's physical fitness grow faster, rather than to achieve immediate results.

For example, two people with the same understanding and perseverance go to practice martial arts together.

One of them, who has no natural physique, will only increase his physical fitness by 1 after practicing for a year.

Then people with good bones may increase by 1.1.

This is the effect of high root bone.

In the end, you have more power to grow, and he has less power to grow.

Those who gain the most will definitely be called "suitable for martial arts training and a martial arts genius."

As for the learning speed during this period, it depends on understanding and perseverance.

Zhang Feng has been practicing for so long and has a deep understanding of this.

As for perseverance, Zhang Feng thinks he has some.

As for comprehension, Zhang Feng thinks that [Fighting Memory] can be used instead.

"Strengthening your choices is like understanding what you need to understand, paving the way for the future."

Zhang Feng has a different view on enlightenment.
'Then all that remains is to practice step by step and have the perseverance to persevere to the end.'

Although the enhancement has only reached [Intermediate Mastery], it is far from the end of complete understanding.

But after having more fighting memories, Zhang Feng also felt that some of the tricks of exerting force could be converted into each other, so that he could learn from others' strengths.

So, this time I went to meet Brother Haozi’s master.

First, you need to understand the martial arts world of the north and south.

Second, I want to learn more about martial arts inheritance through formal channels.

Zhang Feng had unknowingly fallen in love with martial arts, or rather, he wanted to find any opportunity to "strengthen himself".

……

Jingle Bell-

The bicycle finally stopped outside a small martial arts hall on the outskirts of the city.

It is called a martial arts school, but in fact it is just a three-story building built by itself, with two courtyards in front and back.

In the early 00s, there were many self-built courtyards in the suburbs and they were very common.

"Huh... I'm exhausted..."

Brother Haozi walked across most of the city, and even in the slightly cold weather at the beginning of spring, he was sweating all over his forehead.

"Zhang Feng, follow me."

In his hands he was weighing two pounds of pork head and a bottle of wine, which he had bought on the road.

Zhang Feng followed him into the yard.

The door is unlocked.

The front yard is not very spacious.

There were a few bicycles and two motorcycles parked there, and it was already a bit crowded.

"Third Senior Brother has come from the provincial capital." Brother Haozi glanced at the motorcycle and introduced it to Zhang Feng:

“Third Brother is from the provincial capital, but he comes here every few days to learn boxing.

He has persisted for more than ten years.

He was here when my father brought me into the Buddhist community at the age of ten.

He also witnessed my apprenticeship ceremony."

He weighed the meat and wine in his hands and said, "I didn't buy enough vegetables."

"Then should I go back and buy some more?" Zhang Feng looked towards the door.

The place to buy groceries is just half a mile away, not far away.

Zhang Feng also had some money in his pocket.

Since I want to learn martial arts and understand things.

You still have to show sincerity when having a meal.

"It's okay." Brother Haozi was very cheerful. "When it's time to eat, we can just stand by and watch Master and Third Brother eat."

“…” Zhang Feng was silent.

Is this something a human can say?

You can just run a few steps and buy some, but why do you have to just stand there and watch?

"Haohao is here?"

While Zhang Feng was talking to Brother Haozi.

An old man with gray hair on his temples came out of the building.

"Master!" Brother Haozi went over happily.

"Xiaohao, be steady." A middle-aged man with a slightly serious look followed the old man.

"Third senior brother!" Brother Haozi suddenly became serious and stopped smiling.

"Who is this?" The third senior brother looked at Zhang Feng, wondering what his junior brother was going to do with such an outsider.

But after looking carefully, the third senior brother felt that there was something wrong with this child.

As for what was wrong, it was difficult for him to say specifically.

"Oh?" The master's eyes were rather sharp. He saw that although Zhang Feng was small, he stood straight, and there was a heroic air between his brows.

This is obviously a temperament that has been developed through hard training since childhood.

Ordinary people may not be able to see it.

But the master is very familiar with this 'heroic temperament'.

Because in the early years, there were many conflicts among the various martial arts schools, and too many such children were trained from a young age to establish the prestige of their own martial arts schools.

To put it nicely, it is called inheritance since childhood, inheriting the mantle and becoming the closest disciple.

To put it bluntly, it means training top executioners to shock everyone.

"Which old friend is this little kid from?" The master smiled as he approached Zhang Feng, wondering if Zhang Feng came from a martial arts family that still carried on the old traditions.

Then he accidentally met his disciple, so he came over to visit.

When Zhang Feng heard the old man asking about him, he answered honestly, "Heshun Road, south of Daxing Street, hardware market, my father is Zhang Youfa."

This is the name of father number 2.

Besides, I have to call 'Dad' later to explain the situation.

The phone number was the shop's landline, so he'd know everything right away. There was nothing to hide. "Zhang Youfa?" The master frowned, then pondered the question, "Youfa, Youfa? Everything has its own law? What a great name!"
They are indeed a great family that still follows the traditions of the older generation in today's society!
This name has a long and profound meaning.
only……"

He bowed slightly and said, "Forgive my poor hearing. Although I am a nobody in the martial arts circles of the north and south, I have lived for so many years and have become a famous figure.

Now I don’t know which sect your father came from...

"No sect or school." Zhang Feng also felt that he seemed to have misunderstood. "My father is a small businessman who sells screwdrivers and tools."

“…” The master was silent.

The third senior brother and Brother Haozi looked at each other in surprise. After they understood the conversation between the two, they couldn't help laughing.

The master of feelings misunderstood.

"Master..." Brother Haozi laughed a few times and hurriedly explained to his master how they met.

He also emphasized the experience of "Zhang Feng's eyes making him scared."

Of course, Brother Haozi was a little embarrassed when talking about these things.

"So, you met Zhang Feng in the game hall?"

The master was surprised when he heard this, then looked at Zhang Feng.
"You learned martial arts on your own? No one taught you?"

"Yes." Zhang Feng made up an excuse, "I have a TV at home, and I learned from the people on TV."

"You learned from TV?" The master was even more surprised. "I've seen those on TV, but they're just bluffs. What real stuff can you learn from them?"

As the master spoke, he also liked the heroic spirit of Zhang Feng and felt that it was not fake.

So, he was very curious about how far Zhang Feng had learned, and wanted to find out what Zhang Feng was capable of.

"Do you mind if I can see how you're doing with your self-study?"

"Okay." Zhang Feng shook his hands suddenly downwards and relaxed his limbs instantly.

'Shock?'

An expert will know if there is one as soon as he takes action.

When the master saw Zhang Feng's powerful strength, his eyes suddenly lit up, knowing that this was a real kung fu skill!

He was even more excited.

"Master?" The third brother stepped forward and looked at the master. "Shall I try this little brother Zhang Feng?"

Zhang Feng is almost fifty years younger than his master.

Even if it was a Qiecuo-style fight, the "martial arts master" would definitely not be allowed to beat up the "primary school student in office".

As for Brother Haozi, he is a little closer in age to Zhang Feng.

But when the third senior brother looked at Brother Haozi, he shook his head in his heart.

This junior brother is beyond saving.

Zhang Feng's powerful force alone was enough to knock his fellow apprentice out two blocks.

Look at my junior brother again, he looks so skinny.

That little brother can completely crush the strength of his junior brother with his skills.

"Little brother Zhang Feng."

The third brother had no choice but to leave the stage himself. He stretched out his strong arms slightly, clasped his fists and said, "Shall we try our hand?"

"Please teach me." Zhang Feng imitated his movements and clasped his fists.

"Look, I got it!" The third brother took the lead, grabbing with his left hand and fanning it downwards, starting with the Hungry Eagle Catching Rabbit move from Bajiquan.

With his height of over 1.8 meters, he can use his superior strength to attack those below him, making him more powerful.

It was just like a hungry tiger pouncing on a lamb.

It's just that he held back a lot of his strength.

But it's not something a child can handle.

If you get hit, it will definitely leave a slight bruise and hurt for half a day.

Zhang Feng did not dodge to the side. Instead, when he was hit, he bent his legs and squatted, as if he had become shorter out of nowhere.

Zhang Feng has learned many martial arts and practiced them for many years.

In addition, children's bones are soft to begin with, so Zhang Feng was able to draw inferences from other cases and eventually figured out the "Big and Small Ruyi" technique in this physical technique.

'out! '

There are advantages to hitting high and low.

He can attack from low and high, and also use vicious killing moves.

When the third senior brother’s move failed.

Zhang Feng leaned forward, returning to his normal size, and stretched out his left hand to hit his third senior brother's lower body.

It is a variation of the 'Single Yang Strike' in Bajiquan.

"This brat!" The third brother hurriedly protected his lower body with his left hand, and quickly changed his moves with his right hand, grabbing Zhang Feng's face, hoping that Zhang Feng would return to defend.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Feng was just feinting.

The hand that reached down to his lower body suddenly turned his palm upwards, and with one hand, he used the Overlord Lifting the Tripod to hit the wrist of the attacking third brother.

boom-

There was a dull thud.

Zhang Feng forcibly took away his strength.

At the same time, Zhang Feng's left hand turned into a golden rooster pecking at rice, his body suddenly jumped up, his fingertips pointed at his throat, and then stopped half an inch away.

"Thank you, big brother."

Zhang Feng finished his move and landed on the ground, then took two steps back and stood still.

Because the master over there took action.

Zhang Feng knew that his master wanted to save the situation.

After all, it's just a competition.

"He was probably afraid that I was too young to control my strength, so he used two powerful blows to cripple this big brother."

Zhang Feng understood.

"I lost?" The third senior brother was confused. He touched his throat again and felt a little scared.

Through the attack just now.

He knew that this kid was very strong. If he really hit him in the throat, that would be the end of his life today.

Look at the crotch again.

If the previous attack had hit, it would have been better to just confess.

"This...this little kid is a genius..." When the master saw that the third disciple was fine, he was so happy that his eyes almost lit up.
'At such a young age, you've actually mastered the art of changing moves to such a high level?
He was also quite strong, able to block a martial artist's attack. He must have excellent bones!

The master was excited.

Although he knew that his third disciple would definitely hold back, the dull sound of flesh hitting the opponent was indeed powerful.

At least he has been practicing martial arts for so many years, and has seen so many people and so many things, but he has never seen someone like Zhang Feng.

"He was born to practice martial arts! He's a genius! He's a prodigy!"

The master became more and more excited the more he thought about it, but he was also afraid that suddenly asking to accept a disciple would make Zhang Feng unhappy.

So several seconds passed.

After he completely calmed down his excitement, he tried to speak: "Zhang Feng, if you really like martial arts, why don't you learn from me for a while?"

"That's exactly what I want." This is exactly what Zhang Feng wanted.

But before he was about to agree, Zhang Feng saw that the survival rate had changed.

[Entering the main storyline of the Northern and Southern Wulin, current survival rate: 15%]

(End of this chapter)