The exercises of Flying on the Grass were simple. After taking a look at them, Coach Wang took Wang Chen to the middle of the practice room and started practicing.
Wang Chen also moved the phone he was using for live streaming, striving to ensure that every netizen in the live streaming room could see his heroic figure.
"Okay, circulate your Qi, then try to jump up. Don't use too much force on your first jump."
Wang Chen followed the instructions and circulated his true energy and jumped lightly. This jump easily jumped one and a half meters high.
Wang Chen looked at his size 42 feet in disbelief. His feet looked like they were fitted with springs.
He jumped again, this time he jumped one meter high, and then he jumped higher than the weapon rack. The Olympic champion was nothing in front of him.
At this moment, Wang Chen couldn't control the smile on his face. His mouth opened wider and wider, and a barbell-like laugh came out of his mouth.
"I jump, I jump, I jump, jump, ah ha ha ha..."
"I'm going to the Olympics and crush everyone else."
"I'm going to use my Qinggong to surpass the black brothers so that they can't even see my back."
"Ahahahaha..."
"Let me show you my brother's speed!"
After saying that, with Coach Wang's horrified eyes, he rushed forward with all his strength, leaving only Coach Wang's Erkang hand behind him.
At this moment, the attention of all the coaches in the practice room was attracted by Wang Chen. As the coaches couldn't bear to watch him, Wang Chen hit the wall with a "bang".
This happened too quickly. Wang Chen watched the wall getting closer and closer to him, and was so scared that he closed his eyes.
After the orgasm, Wang Chen did not feel any pain. Instead, he felt that he was trapped in something soft. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the wall in front of him was covered with sponge.
Fortunately, there was a sponge layer on the wall of the training room, otherwise Wang Chen's nose would have been broken.
Coach Wang quickly stepped forward and pulled Wang Chen down from the wall. There was a human-shaped pit on the half-meter-thick sponge layer.
Looking at Wang Chen, whose eyes were dull and silent, Coach Wang asked worriedly, "Are you feeling unwell? If so, I'll send an ambulance for you right away."
Wang Chen wiped his face, got up from the ground and said, "I'm fine, I just went too fast and felt a little dizzy."
In reality, Wang Chen was wailing in his heart: "This society is ruined! This society is ruined! I've completely lost face in front of tens of thousands of netizens."
Adjusting his facial expression, Wang Chen picked up his phone again and said to the netizens in the live broadcast room as if nothing had happened:
"Did you see my heroic appearance just now? This Sutra Library is where the real sutras are stored. Anyone who wants to practice martial arts, come quickly, come quickly!"
After saying this, he closed the live broadcast room regardless of the shouts of the audience.
Netizens were still unable to react to the dark live broadcast room for a while, and it took a long time before a barrage of comments flashed across.
"Old Wang just mastered the Qinggong technique. It only took a moment, no fast forward."
"We Chinese really have Chinese Kung Fu!"
"What the hell!"
"What the hell!"
"What the hell!"
"I'll disrupt the formation. I've already arrived at the entrance of our Y City's Sutra Library."
"You're so fast!"
………
In fact, Wang Chen didn't need to close the live broadcast room at all, because no one cared about his embarrassing situation.
What everyone is concerned about now is whether there are really any exercises that can be practiced in the Sutra Repository.
"Scripture Pavilion"
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