Chapter 45 Is he drunk?
Out of the classroom, he felt comfortable all over, just like a bird just released from the cage. The sea and the sky were so comfortable. The classroom was indeed not a place for people to stay. He muttered and walked straight to the practice room.
There were still two secrets that he didn't have time to practice. He quickly got to the practice room and applied for a room. On the east side of the second floor, he quickly got there and opened the door.
Pressing the button, everything is familiar. Soon Nie Tianming came to the virtual space and looked at the secrets in the calculation.
First-class martial arts, whirlwind legs...
Three-pin martial arts, water wave palm...
And the remaining three-grade martial arts last time, Jin Xiaoyin.
Whirlwind leg, Nie Tianming said gently, the leg strength is strong, the attack power is strong, the practice is great, the wind under the leg is blowing, sweeping thousands of troops.
"Is it so powerful?" Nie Tianming said to himself doubtfully.
Nie Tianming still knows very little about the kung fu on his legs, and now he decided to practice first.
One weight, sweeping sand and attacking the board can make the mud and sand enter the board. A beach appeared in front of Nie Tianming. He immediately practiced according to the moves recorded in the book. His left foot firmly supported the ground, and his right leg swept with the opportunity, and his legs alternated.
One weight, in less than two minutes, he easily finished it.
Double,
Triple.
Fourfold,
After it was done, Nie Tian sighed secretly. The attack power of the whirlwind leg is far less than Bajiquan, let alone Ruo Tianzhi, "Yipin is Yipin, ah."
But it's not that he didn't get anything. From the whirlwind leg, he realized a set of footwork. After a slight change, his feet immediately changed, and the direction was controlled at will, which was really flexible and natural.
At present, he has practiced his footwork first. After seven or eight exercises, he has successfully mastered this set of footwork. Nie Tianming thought about it and called it a whirlwind step.
"Hahaha..."
The whirlwind step is good. It won't be easily attacked next time. Nie Tianming put the footwork of the whirlwind step into the calculation core with satisfaction.
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The eyes are once again locked on the third-grade martial arts, the third-grade martial arts, the wine fighting order, the extremely imaginative attack power, to the great practice, can resist the four-grade martial arts attack, devour the attack of the three-grade martial arts, far attack and close defense, the power is great.
Bunge-fighting order...
He raised the corners of his mouth gently, smiled and said, "Dou-fighting order, wine-fighting order."
The surrounding environment changed with the silence of Nie Tianming. He looked at the place carefully. I didn't know when he was in a bamboo forest. The bamboo forest towered into the clouds, and the bamboo leaves swayed in the wind.
Looking ahead, there was a restaurant, saying that the restaurant was extremely unfit, and it was a wine shed at best.
A flag fluttered slowly in the wind, and it was written that it was just drunk.
"Just drunk..."
He smiled gently and shook his head helplessly. Nie Tianming muttered, "It seems that drinking is indispensable for this wine fight. I don't know who created this martial arts, but I'm sure it's either a wine fairy or a drunkard."
The cold air curled up, just drinking a few glasses of wine to warm up his body. Nie Tianming didn't know why he felt a trace of chill in this virtual world.
Three steps and two steps, Nie Tianming quickly walked into the restaurant, sat down gracefully, waved to Xiao Er, and Xiao Er served a jar of good wine.
Gently took off the cloth cover, and suddenly a smell of wine floated out. Although Nie Tianming rarely drank, he was sure that it was definitely a good wine, at least for 50 years.
"Drink it!" Nie Tianming slowly poured a bowl of wine and muttered.
"It's fragrant and mellow, good wine." After saying that, Nie Tianming stood up, and the moves of wine fighting kept emerging in his mind.
He walked casually, wandering like a dragon and flying. He picked up the wine jar and rushed into the bamboo forest.
The first weight, meteors flying...
At present, the wine jar is constantly flying in its hands, and the whole person is like a gust of wind. Nie Tianming keeps drinking the wine in the altar, and his palms are constantly dancing in the air. It seems to be a soft and weak blow, but wherever he goes, there is a feeling of roaring.
"P"
A jar of good wine was drunk by Nie Tianming in less than a minute. He threw it casually and made a crisp sound. At this time, he was drinking in the mood, and Xiao Er immediately threw another jar of good wine.
He bent down and squatted, and then floated up gently. Nie Tianming slowly borrowed wine in the air and rotated around in the air. The process was extremely slow, as if walking in the void.
What is important is that the body is soft, just like wine entering the throat. It seems to be soft. In fact, all the internal forces on the body penetrate into its own moves. It looks plausible, but in fact, it is watertight.
The wine jar kept spinning around the body, and the whole body shuttled back and forth in the bamboo forest. Nie Tianming suddenly hit the wine jar with heavy fists.
"Boom"
A thick bamboo around it also crumbly shattered and quickly came down.
The wine flew out of the wine jar, like a sharp arrow from the string, flew into the air, and the wine jar also cracked.
The body suspended in the air, and Nie Tianming's mouth slowly opened.
"Wang..."
After the wine reached the highest point, it fell rapidly and fell into his mouth. Nie Tianming suddenly turned up in the air, and the power of the goblin in his body was like a torrent of water, burst out in an instant.
"Boom"
The three bamboos in the body were immediately shattered, and countless bamboo crumbs scattered from the air, with a feeling of dust.
"Poutong"
The body immediately fell down, and there was a drunken Nie Tianming lying on the ground. There was wine sprinkled on his face. At this moment, he was slowly flowing down from his face.
Not long after, Nie Tianming slowly opened his eyes, touched his painful head, and sighed, "Oh! I didn't expect to get drunk in the virtual world. It seems that I really can't drink.
He stood up slowly and returned to his original appearance again. It seems that he can only practice here today. After sorting it out, Nie Tianming walked out of the virtual training space.
After handing over the key, it was already dark. Nie Tianming walked straight back to the dormitory. After arriving at the dormitory, he fell asleep.
The next day, the sun pierced the dust and shone on the earth.
He gently turned over and woke up slowly. Hey, he only practiced to the first weight yesterday, and continue to practice today.
After grunting, Nie Tianming immediately got up, put on his clothes, tidied up everything, and strode out of the room.
After eating a little bit, Nie Tianming immediately ran to the training room, prepared everything, gently clenched his fist, and stepped into the virtual world again.
The same place, the same wind, the same cold air...
Second, a thousand cups are not drunk???
Ha ha, ha ha...
Smiling self-mocking, a thousand cups are not drunk, how is it possible? Nie Tianming shook his head with a wry smile.
But there is no way. He has to ask for a thousand cups not to get drunk, and he must meet the requirements...
A altar...
Two altars...
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Five altars...
"coax"
He was drunk again. This time, he was not even given a chance to practice. The five altars had reached his limit.
"If you don't get drunk, everyone will get drunk!"
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When Nie Tianming came out of the training room, it was dark again. One day, he fell asleep like this. The corners of Nie Tianming's mouth moved slightly and quickly left.
Ten days in a row, Nie Tian will be like this tomorrow. There is no progress at all. The only thing that has made progress is alcohol.
The ten altars do not fall down. Although the head is not clear enough, it is no longer as drunk as the other day.
On the eleventh day, Nie Tianming finally realized the meaning of not getting drunk. The air around him vibrated violently, and the airflow stirred by his two arms suddenly condensed, full of the power of explosive explosion.
After a clear roar, his legs seemed to be carrying a strong wind, and his body flew out like an arrow. His feet moved and changed, with a sense of wildness and freedom in his body.
Sisi......
Wherever the body goes, the air has a feeling of being torn, and the bamboo is crushed into powder. Seeing this devastating effect, Nie Tianming laughed.
The second one has finally been practiced...
It turned out to be a blank place. It turned out to be a remnant, a remnant. Is it the creator drunk?
I'm all drunk...
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