Special Forces: Class Reunion, I Parachute In A Tank

According to the method Ling Feng said, Fatty Chen could feel the heat of his fingertips at this moment, and the thin needle he was pinching was also very firm.

When the needle tip touches the stele, it seems that the stele in front of you is not made of stone, but rubber softer than stone.

In this way, the thin needle was slowly inserted into the stele, until the finger touched the stone wall, and the needle stopped.

Fatty Chen turned his head and said with a face full of disbelief.

"Boss, is this going in?!"

Ling Feng didn't think he was surprised at all, and just nodded slightly.

Fatty Chen immediately let go of the hand holding the thin needle, ran over directly, hugged Ling Feng in his arms, and screamed excitedly.

"Boss, I actually succeeded! Hahaha!"

Then start talking nonsense.

"Then haven't I already practiced a peerless martial art, Yiyang Finger?"

"From now on, anyone I meet will contact me directly!"

"Hahaha! I am invincible!"

In the eyes of outsiders, he thought that he had gone mad when he practiced bow.

Looking at his crazy appearance, Ling Feng directly poured a bucket of cold water on his face to calm him down.

"Don't be wishful thinking, you have only learned this superficial, and there is still a long way to go before you are invincible~||."

"What's more, there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people.

"Even I dare not say that I am invincible, aren't you daydreaming?"

Then he touched his chin and continued.

"Besides, with your easy-to-be complacent attitude, whether you can practice it or not is another matter."

Ling Feng poured the bucket of cold water down, directly giving Fatty Chen a shock.

He also suddenly realized that his state was wrong, and quickly confessed to Ling Feng.

"Boss, I was wrong!"

"I shouldn't be so arrogant and arrogant."

"I'm just so happy, I'm getting carried away."

Guaranteed right away.

"I promise that in the next teaching and training, I will keep my original intention, be neither arrogant nor impetuous, and persevere.

"Boss, don't be angry!"

As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes.

Ling Feng looked at his pitiful appearance, although he couldn't bear to say harsh words, but if a martial arts practitioner doesn't have the correct attitude and state of mind to practice, he will still be hurt in the end.

"Chen Hui, you have to remember that as a martial arts practitioner, you have to endure loneliness, hold your breath, and let go of restraint."

"This is the realm of a master."

"Otherwise, no matter how exquisite your martial arts are, you will not be able to achieve any great achievements in the future.

Hearing Ling Feng calling his name directly, knowing that he was already angry, Fatty Chen lowered his head, and his attitude became more humble.

"Yes, boss."

"Chen Hui has been taught."

Ling Feng nodded in satisfaction.

"Until why can't you insert all the thin needles directly into the stone wall like me?"

Fatty Chen was a little puzzled and asked tentatively.

"Is it because my strength is not enough?"

Ling Feng nodded.

""||The answer is correct, because your strength is not enough. "

Listening to what you have to say is better than listening to what you have to say.

Fatty Chen's face was a little stiff.

Ling Feng just pretended he didn't see it, and continued.

"Of course, it can also be said that your finger strength has not yet reached the level of being able to move a thousand catties four or two."

"As long as your finger strength is practiced to the level of two strokes of gold, you will be able to shoot through others with stones like me.

Fatty Chen's eyes lit up immediately.

"Then how should I practice? Should I insert a needle into this stone every day?"

Ling Feng nodded slightly and said.

"At present, for you, using (Qian Li's) stone tablet to practice can improve your ability to use finger force in all aspects.

Fatty Chen was eager to try after listening.

"Boss, then I have been practicing this, when will I be like you?"

Ling Feng touched his chin and looked him up and down.

Fatty Chen thought that Ling Feng was plotting against him, so he quickly put his hands on his chest.

"Boss, I am a showman but not a person! Don't mess around, Song!"

Hearing this, Ling Feng almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Xiong Xiang, I still have my eye on you? Then I can donate this too. .