Supreme Medicinal God

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Ye Feng saw a yoga room next to it that was empty, spacious and bright. When no one was in class, he said to the players and Lu Qingqing: "Today I will be your coach once. We go to the yoga room and teach you to be an ancient martial artist."

Hearing that he could become an ancient warrior, everyone was very excited, and Zhao Dongqiang looked eager to try.

Although his father, Deputy Director Zhao, was an ancient martial artist, he did not pass on the ancient martial arts to his son Zhao Dongqiang. He wanted him to play with peace of mind and become an ordinary basketball player.

Among the six players, Zhao Dongqiang knows Gu Wu better than others, and he is also the person most eager to become Gu Wu.

Lu Qingqing is very new to the term ancient warrior, but she believes in Ye Feng, and everything he lets him do is helpful to himself.

Ye Feng helped her become an intern in the Highland Fund.

Ye Feng teaches a very simple tuna kung fu, absorbs the essence of heaven and earth, and inspires the spirit. The Huang Ling Dan is worth the cultivation of ordinary people for at least 20 years.

After a while, several people showed a look of surprise, and felt a warm flow in the body, flowing in the limbs, making the body and mind feel comfortable.

They practiced their internal strength for more than an hour and reached the stage of receiving power.

Ye Feng's fatalist glanced over his eyes and was surprised to find that their achievements were a bit unexpected.

Worthy of being an athlete, his physical fitness is quite good, coupled with Ye Fenglian's Huang Lingdan, which is pure and powerful, allowing them to enter the intermediate level of yellow level from the entry level in a short time.

Zhao Dongqiang took a deep breath and felt that the whole portrait had entered a new realm, and his eyesight and ear power had been upgraded by one grade.

The internal force greatly strengthened his physical strength, his muscles swelled up, and his strength exploded. He usually lifted up to two hundred kilograms of iron pans, but today he can lift up to three hundred kilograms of pans, and he can also frantically lift his foot for one minute.

He punched the sandbags vigorously, flew them up, and said proudly to Ye Feng: "Dr. Ye, since we have become ancient warriors, why don't we teach us a few tricks by the way, okay?"

Asong also smiled with empathy: "We become ancient warriors, it doesn't matter if we can't play."

Ye Feng shook his head and said: "I let you become an ancient martial artist, not to let you practice martial arts and give up playing basketball. On the contrary, to let you practice internal strength and become an ancient martial artist is to strengthen your physical fitness, improve your sensitivity when playing, and increase your strength. , Better playing basketball."

Zhao Dongqiang wondered: "Dr. Ye, did you make us an ancient martial artist to help us improve physical fitness?"

Ye Feng nodded and said: "Yes, you can understand my purpose, it seems that you are very smart. Facing the dream team, it is not only that our ball is not playing well, in fact, our playing skills are better than anyone else. Good. There is a limit to the physical fitness of our people. There is a gap between the physical fitness of our Orientals and Westerners. This is why we never won in the face of the dream team. To become an ancient warrior is to strengthen your physical fitness, Beyond the limits."

Zhao Dongqiang wondered: "Practicing ancient martial arts is not a fight, it's quite new for playing."

"You have already achieved great skills in basketball skills, but because of physical limitations, you cannot beat the Yudu team. The last game with Yudu was defeated. I believe that you have to practice ancient martial arts before you go to play. There will be a new feeling."

Asong's eyes turned: "Master Ye, I have a new feeling."

Zhao Dongqiang asked happily: "Oh, do you feel so fast? Do you feel hot all over, filled with power, and feel a bloat?"

Asong chuckled: "It's almost the same as yours. I ate too much for dinner, and my stomach felt a little bloated."

Zhao Dongqiang kicked him: "You are shit support."

Asong escaped Zhao Dongqiang's kicking and said seriously: "Just now I was kidding, I really felt a heat flow flowing in my body, just like a mouse rattling around in my body."

Ye Feng smiled: "That's right, that's the feeling of internal force, don't suppress it, let it follow the method I taught you, and guide it through the whole body with your mind."

The team teased Ason: "Asson, you can't feel anything when you go to the toilet."

Asong felt the internal force flowing like a stream in the body, and suggested: "Let's try to go back to the basketball court to see if we can become ancient warriors, whether it is helpful for playing."

He echoed: "Good idea, we played three-on-three and played halftime."

"Whoever loses has supper."

Zhao Dongqiang's hippie smiled deeply at Ye Feng and said, "Master Ye, you will be our master in the future, and Master will be worshipped by us."

Ye Feng slipped away from him. He didn't want to accept his apprentice. He just wanted his basketball team to achieve good results in the upcoming friendly match.

Taking into account the gap between their physical fitness and those black players in the United States, it only took off for a while, and passed on a basic method of training internal strength.

Let them break through their limitations.

Asong gave a glance to everyone: "Brother Qiang, you are too sincere, how can you pray like this?"

After finishing talking, he took Zhao Dongqiang and the rest of the team members to kneel down around Ye Feng: "Apprentice teacher, must be like me, sincere sincerity, Master is on, please accept the apprentice."

The six of them threw a few loud noises to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng smiled bitterly. He didn't evade this time and could only accept this worship.

"Hurry up, I am younger than you, how to be your master."

Zhao Dongqiang retorted: "Aspirations are not in the younger age. Whether you are a master or not is irrelevant to your age."

Asong's mouth is more slippery, saying like a machine gun: "Master, no matter what you think, the fact of iron hitting, our ancient martial arts are learning from you. One day as a teacher, a lifetime as a teacher, in our hearts, you Is our master."

"You will always be our master, a teacher for one day and a father for life."

"You are not only our master, but also our dad."

"Dad, you will always be in our hearts."

Ye Feng couldn't help crying and laughing. How did he feel that this scene didn't seem to be apprentice to the teacher, but to say goodbye to his body.

Two fists are hard to beat, but Ye Feng can't say that they are alone.

However, it can only be done.

His fingers flicked slightly in the air, and a ray of imaginary stars burst out through his fingers.

The six people kneeling on the ground felt a vigorous force, carrying their necks from behind, carrying a chicken-like shape, and lifting them from the ground.

But they turned around, but no one was behind.

Seeing Ye Feng's mysterious smile, they understood that this was Ye Feng's ghost and admired Ye Feng's skill even more.

When basketball players were apprentices, Lu Qingqing kept snickering.

Zhao Dongqiang couldn't help but ask: "Miss Qingqing, why don't you go to the teacher, you learned the ancient martial arts from Master with us, and still snickered beside."

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