v3 Chapter 1095： Big data!

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In this way, Xia Ming punched in the right face.

But this punch was not by Wang Ling, but by Xia Ming himself.

The practice of the practitioner ’s boxing is mostly malleable, that is, while the punch is punched, the spiritual molecules attached to the fist can drive a part of the air, and the invisible air and the spiritual molecules are combined to form a naked eye around the fist. Invisible "fist film", the thickness of the fist film can be thick or thin, mainly depends on the spiritual master's control and control of his own spiritual power.

Therefore, when Xia Ming's fist was swung out and under the guidance of Wang Ling's secret, he actually couldn't control it after the reaction. The fist hit Xia Ming's own face accurately.

And Wang Ling's extremely misleading stature was nothing more than a general push of Tai Chi, and he was able to dispel Xia Ming's fist without much effort.

However, this form of body looks a bit inexplicable. In the eyes of real bosses such as Gu Shunzhi, it is fascinating, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is more like an oolong caused by the king making himself panic.

To put it plainly, more people here feel that this is Wang Ling's luck dominating the showdown.

"It is indeed the mascot of our school, this luck is also great!"

"Yeah, Xia Ming's" Random Flowing Boxing "is known for its chaos and quickness. Without practice, it will have a sacrifice effect that hurts the enemy by one thousand and 800."

...

"..." Xia Ming could not help but fall into silence, listening to the sounds of those around him.

Why did Shente hurt the enemy by 800? ... It's the kid in front of him ...

As an opponent, no one has a more intuitive feeling for Xia Ming. Although Gu Shunzhi and others have seen the mystery of Wang Ling's body, more people present are still in the dark. Only Xia Ming, facing Wang Ling's weird figure alone ...

He didn't want to admit that a person with a middle grade in the middle of the year actually won himself in physical law, and had to silently break all his teeth into his stomach.

In fact, the battle was here, and Xia Ming felt that the outcome of this battle had been determined.

The strangeness of Wang Ling's body makes his boxing nowhere to be performed, and besides the opponent intentionally guides his fists like Tai Chi, instead he fights. Xia Ming himself has been injured by several punches.

About a few minutes later, Xia Ming flew out again in the middle of the boxing.

This is the eleventh time Xia Ming hit his own punch and flew out of the field.

At the beginning, Xia Ming also thought that there might be a problem with his boxing skills, so he changed the way of boxing several times to launch an attack on Wang Ling, but it turned out that ... this has nothing to do with boxing at all!

So much so that Xia Ming didn't even intend to use his boxing skills in the end! He jumped on the whole person directly, ignoring the beginning of the rules and performed a series of punches on Wang Ling!

This arrogant attitude like a hungry tiger thrashing made the audience thriller.

The principal's office, President Chen, Director Shi and several physical education teachers are also watching the battle.

"Principal, what kind of boxing ..." a physical education teacher asked in shock.

"Wang Baquan," Principal Chen replied.

"Wang Baquan? What kind of punch is this?"

"Did you ever fight with a child next door for toys?"

"Well ... played ..."

"At that time you were fighting with Wang Baquan."

"..."

"The so-called Wang Baquan is just a random play that doesn't require any number of ways. There is a way to beat the master with random punches. This is how the allusion comes." President Chen sighed.

"So is Wang Ling's posture?"

"That's right, this is Wang Bashenfa ... move as you please, this is the highest state of body stature. It is relying on first-hand luck." Principal Chen sighed, for Wang Ling's luck.

"..." Teachers.

...

As Principal Chen said, the Wang Baquan method used by Xia Ming has no control. In fact, this is just the most common random boxing. However, with the use of random punches, the physical energy consumption will increase without the use of spiritual power. After a few sets of random punches, Xia Ming feels that his physical energy consumption has reached the limit.

On the other hand, Wang Ling, from the beginning to the end, was evading himself, with a light and light look ...

Seeing Xia Ming hate his eyes, Wang Ling finally realized the importance of acting.

Indeed, he played a little too much. If he had been playing for so long, he would have turned a little red, even if he didn't pant.

So Wang Ling manually adjusted his skin color, adjusted himself to a slightly smoked state, and by the way, manually opened his sweat glands, and worked hard to squeeze out a few drops of sweat and rolled down his cheeks, pretending to be Looks tired already.

In this way, Wang Ling will not feel tired after playing for hundreds of years, but Xia Ming is still an ordinary practitioner (compared to Wang Ling's case), and his physical fitness can never be endless.

Even occupying a natural advantage on the spiritual roots has certain limitations.

Wang Ling secretly opened Wang Tong and saw Xia Ming's physical fitness bar. This is Wang Ling's "Big Data". You can read some of the values ​​that Wang Ling wants to see in the form of horizontal histograms by reading the form. Come out ~ www.novelhall.com ~ such as current Qi and blood value, current psionic energy value, physical energy value, etc ...

Xia Ming's physical fitness value has reached the limit at present, and there is only a slight difference, and it is about to fall down completely.

Wang Ling took a deep breath, and he budgeted for Xia Ming's next attack.

So, when Xia Ming screamed and rushed, Wang Ling's brain quickly moved. He captured every movement of Xia Ming and finally read it into the brain one by one to simulate the operation. The speed, the time of the impact, and the time to exhaust the last trace of physical fitness are all accurately counted.

In the final punch, Wang Ling did not intend to use the physical skills to guide Xia Ming's fist path. After all, Xia Ming had been beaten by himself. The dozens of previous punches were hit on his face, and the cheeks on both sides were swollen. It became walnuts, and even nostrils were full of blood.

This scene made everyone sigh.

Someone had discussed it before. If any party was beaten to the blood, they went forward to persuade them ...

But in this situation, the students cannot persuade!

Xia Ming punched himself!

The injury was caused by Xia Ming himself!

Every punch I hit fell on my face!

What makes them persuade!

In Xia Ming's last punch, Wang Ling chose a very tricky angle. From this perspective, Xia Ming's punch looked like a hit in the eyes of everyone, but in fact he did not hit Wang Ling at all.

After this fist fell, Xia Ming finally fell to the ground because of physical exhaustion.

Wang Ling calculated the chance and fell to the ground with Xia Ming, lying on one side ...

Now Wang Ling suddenly understands how difficult it was for those old men who touched porcelain in Peiyuan District.

This touch of porcelain is really an "art" that emphasizes acting skills ...