Gong room.

"Eight Explosive Fist."

"burst!"

Mu Yao's fist moved and struck the wooden man stake.

"Explode, explode, explode..."

Seven blasts in a row, very explosive, and the power is also very fierce.

The power of this boxing technique has doubled compared to yesterday.

But. Mu

Yao frowned, as if she was very dissatisfied, "Why can't the power of the Eighth Explosion come out? I did what he said."

"why is that?"

The words from that morning were repeated over and over in her mind.

The figure of Long Fei could not help but appear in his mind.

A handyman disciple. Mu

Yao's eyes tightened, "He is just a handyman disciple, and he is new here. He is not even qualified to practice. Does he know the exercises?"

"What's more, it's still a sixth-level skill." Eight

Explosive Fist is not easy, and it is even more difficult to practice it well. Even the most powerful elder in the East District who practices the Eight Explosive Fist can only explode eight times, but the power is also insufficient for the next two times. At first, she thought that was like this.

But today he knew that in the eight-blast boxing, one blast was stronger than the other, and the eighth blast was the strongest.

My previous understanding of Ba Bao Fist was wrong. But

It's just that she is currently on the seventh blast, unable to unleash the power of the eighth blast.

Mu Yao was very distressed.

The day of the assessment is getting closer and closer. If she still can't master this boxing technique before the assessment, her chances of passing the assessment are very slim!
Chapter completed!