In the next half month, Fang Fang accompanied Wang Xiaohai to buy out all the mannequins and plastic models in all the shopping malls from District 1 to District 12, spending a total of 800,000 yuan on Wang Xiaohai.
"It's out of stock. Do I have to buy it outside the school?" Fang Fang asked.
"No need!" Wang Xiaohai kicked the plastic model in front of him. "I have mastered all the basic martial arts in this book."
"Oh, congratulations. What should we do next?" Fang Fang let out a long sigh.
"I think we can find a real person to practice with and see what the results are?" said Wang Xiaohai.
Fang Fang suddenly had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, Wang Xiaohai's next words confirmed his bad premonition: "Fang Fang, come and practice with me."
"No, the old magician wants to talk to me about something." Fang Fang said, and was about to run away.
"Don't be in a hurry, wait until the fight is over before leaving." Wang Xiaohai grabbed Fang Fang's shoulders.
An hour later...
Fang Fang returned to the Magic Tower with a bruised face. His mentor saw him and asked:
"What happened? Did you have a fight?"
"I had a discussion with a friend." Fang Fang replied.
"Is your friend from the martial arts academy?" asked the old instructor.
"right."
"You're stupid! As a magician, why would you want to fight those martial arts idiots in close combat? Unless you're half as powerful as me and can cast all kinds of natural shield spells."
Instead of comforting Fang Fang, the instructor punished him by making him clean all the toilets in the Mage Tower. You know, this Mage Tower has thirty-three floors!
As time passed, Wang Xiaohai found inspiration from the word "meditation" that Fang Fang always said. He imagined and constructed an image of an enemy and himself in his mind, and then closed his eyes to practice every day, letting the two fight in his mind with various postures and movements.
Fang Fang and Yun Mei thought Wang Xiaohai was autistic. After morning practice every day, he would sit cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed, only moving at mealtimes. Sometimes he would not even eat for several days in a row.
"Wang Xiaohai, get up. Yunmei and I have invited a psychologist named Yang Jiaoshou to see you. I heard that the electric shock therapy he invented is particularly effective for autism." A middle-aged man in a white coat followed Fang Fang and Yunmei.
Wang Xiaohai didn't move at all.
"Let me do it. I'm very familiar with the patient's symptoms." Yang Jiaoshou squeezed to the front, walked to Wang Xiaohai's bed, half squatted down, and observed carefully.
Wang Xiaohai suddenly opened his eyes, and a light flashed in his eyes.
Yang Jiaoshou seemed to be locked by the enemy. He was unable to struggle or move, and his breathing almost stopped.
But this feeling only lasted for a moment, and then Yang Jiaoshou reacted, screamed immediately, and ran out the door!
"Wang Xiaohai, why are you scaring me!" Yunmei said.
"It's nothing. I've been fighting in my mind these days, and I can't control the fighting spirit in my eyes for a while." Wang Xiaohai explained.
"Have you learned combat techniques?" Fang Fang exclaimed in astonishment. "How is that possible? You're just a beginner, not even a proper martial artist. And combat techniques can only be mastered by martial artists, or masters of Master Li's caliber!"
Above the formal warriors is the martial arts master, who represents the master of martial arts and can comprehend and possess his own martial arts combat skills.
Of course, Wang Xiaohai is just an entry-level warrior now, and his Qingwu spirit is still shallow.
"Combat skills?" Wang Xiaohai said, "I only have a slight understanding of it and know the general direction to move forward, but I haven't yet grasped it."
Generally, the level of a warrior's cultivation is judged by the depth of the green martial energy that erupts from his body. Light-colored ones are just beginners, while dark-colored ones are formal warriors, real warriors!
Tomorrow is the time to go to the isolated island. Wang Xiaohai’s target is the Qingwu Fruit.
"I feel that my strength has increased this month, so I'm going to test it." Wang Xiaohai jumped up from the bed and walked out of the dormitory.
Fang Fang immediately followed behind him. He also wanted to see what Wang Xiaohai's current combat value was. Generally speaking, the combat value of the entry-level Qingwu was between ten and one hundred.
Test room in area 4.
Wang Xiaohai kicked the tester in front of him to pieces!
The staff nearby were shocked when they saw this. They had just bought this tester for 50,000 yuan!
"You're a full-fledged warrior, so why are you here for the entry-level warrior test?" the staff member said. "The entry-level test machine can only measure combat power between 10 and 100. You have to compensate us for the machine!"
Although he is not a martial artist, he is not afraid of Wang Xiaohai, because martial arts students who attack staff members will be punished at the very least with a demerit, and at the worst, expelled!
"I'm over 100?" Wang Xiaohai was a little surprised. How could his combat power increase so quickly? A faint green martial energy burst out from his body.
Although combat power is not combat value, combat value also needs to be tested through speed and reaction tests, and the results of the three items are averaged, but generally speaking, they are similar. There are very few students who have particularly great strength but slow speed and reaction.
"Nonsense! You can't break this machine without more than a hundred hits!" the staff member replied. "But it's strange. Your Qingwu Qi is still light-colored, and you're still a beginner warrior. How come your fighting power is so strong?"
After Wang Xiaohai paid the money by swiping his card, he moved to the test room for formal warriors.
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