Seeing that there was an empty yoga room next to him, which was spacious and bright, and no one was taking classes, Ye Feng said to the players and Lu Qingqing: "I will be your coach today. Let's go to the yoga room and teach you how to become ancient warriors."
Everyone was excited to hear that they could become ancient warriors, and Zhao Dongqiang looked eager to try.
Although his father, Deputy Director Zhao, was an ancient martial artist, he did not pass on the ancient martial arts to his son Zhao Dongqiang, wanting him to focus on playing and be an ordinary basketball player.
Among the six players, Zhao Dongqiang knows more about ancient martial arts than others and is the one who most desires to become an ancient martial artist.
Lu Qingqing was unfamiliar with the term ancient warrior, but she believed in Ye Feng. Everything he asked her to do would be helpful to her.
It was thanks to Ye Feng’s help that she was able to become an intern at Highland Fund.
What Ye Feng taught was a very simple breathing technique, which allowed one to absorb the essence of heaven and earth and guide the Qi with the mind. That Huang Lingdan was equivalent to what an ordinary person would gain from at least twenty years of practice.
After a while, several people showed expressions of surprise and felt a warm current in their bodies, flowing through their limbs and bones, making their bodies and minds feel comfortable.
They practiced internal strength for nearly an hour and it was time to finish the training.
Ye Feng's divine eyes swept over and he was surprised to find that their achievements were a bit unexpected.
As expected of athletes, they had very good physical fitness. Coupled with the Huang Ling Dan refined by Ye Feng, the medicinal effect was pure and powerful, allowing them to advance from the entry-level realm to the intermediate yellow level in a very short period of time.
Zhao Dongqiang took a deep breath and felt like he had entered a new realm. His eyesight and hearing were improved to a higher level.
The inner force greatly enhanced his physical fitness. His muscles swelled and his strength increased dramatically. Normally, he could lift a 200-kilogram iron plate at most, but today he could lift a 300-kilogram iron plate and could hold it up for a full minute.
He hit the sandbag hard, making it fly up, and said to Ye Feng proudly: "Doctor Ye, since we have become ancient martial artists, why don't you teach us a few more boxing moves, okay?"
Ah Song also laughed and said, "We have become ancient warriors, so it doesn't matter whether we play basketball or not."
Ye Feng shook his head and said, "I asked you to become ancient warriors, not to let you practice martial arts and give up playing basketball. On the contrary, I asked you to practice internal strength and become ancient warriors in order to strengthen your body, improve your sensitivity when playing basketball, increase your strength, and play basketball better."
Zhao Dongqiang asked doubtfully: "Doctor Ye, you asked us to become ancient warriors to help us improve our physical fitness?"
Ye Feng nodded and said, "Yes, you can understand my purpose. It seems that you are very smart. Facing the Dream Team, it is not just that we play badly. In fact, our playing skills are better than anyone else. Human physical fitness has limits. There is a gap between the physical fitness of Orientals and Westerners. This is why we have never won against the Dream Team. To become an ancient warrior is to strengthen your physical fitness and surpass the limit."
Zhao Dongqiang was puzzled: "Practicing ancient martial arts is not for fighting, but for playing ball. It's quite fresh."
"You have mastered basketball skills to perfection, but due to your physical limitations, you cannot beat the Yudu team, which is why you lost the last game against Yudu. I believe that after you practice ancient martial arts, you will have a new feeling when you play basketball."
Asong's eyes turned: "Master Ye, I have a new feeling."
Zhao Dongqiang asked happily: "Oh, you can feel it so soon? Do you feel your whole body is hot, filled with power, and feel like you are about to expand and explode?"
Ah Song laughed and said, "It's about the same as yours. I ate too much at dinner, and my stomach feels a little bloated."
Zhao Dongqiang kicked him and said, "You are full of shit."
Asong escaped Zhao Dongqiang's kicks and said seriously: "I was joking just now. I really feel a warm current flowing through my body, just like a little mouse running around in my body."
Ye Feng smiled: "Yes, that's the feeling of internal force. Don't suppress it. Let it follow the method I taught you and use your mind to guide it to travel throughout your body."
The team members teased Ah Song: "Ah Song, you can't feel anything when you go to the toilet."
Asong felt the inner strength flowing in his body like a stream, and suggested: "How about we go back to the basketball hall and try to see if becoming a ancient warrior can help us play basketball."
He agreed: "Good idea, let's play three on three and half court."
"Whoever loses buys a midnight snack."
Zhao Dongqiang smiled playfully and bowed deeply to Ye Feng, saying, "Master Ye, you will be our master from now on. Master, please accept our respects."
Ye Feng slipped away from him. He didn't want to accept a disciple, he just wanted his basketball team to achieve good results in the upcoming friendly match.
Taking into account the gap in physical fitness between them and those black players in the United States, I suddenly got inspired and taught them the basic methods of cultivating internal strength.
Allow them to break through their own limitations.
Ah Song winked at everyone and said, "Brother Qiang, you are too insincere. How can you become a disciple like this?"
After saying that, he pulled Zhao Dongqiang and the other team members to kneel down around Ye Feng and said, "To become a disciple, you must be like me and show your sincerity. Master, please accept my disciple's greetings."
The six of them kowtowed to Ye Feng several times together.
Ye Feng smiled bitterly. He couldn't dodge this time and could only accept the bow.
"Hurry up and get up. I am younger than you. How can I be your master?"
Zhao Dongqiang argued: "Ambition is not about age. Whether you become a master or not has nothing to do with age."
Ah Song spoke even more eloquently, speaking like a machine gun: "Master, no matter what you think, the ironclad fact is that we learned our ancient martial arts from you. Once a teacher, always a teacher. In our hearts, you are our master."
"You will always be our master. Once a teacher, always a father."
"You are not only our master, but also our father."
"Dad, you will always be in our hearts."
Ye Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Why did he feel that this scene didn't seem like a ceremony of apprenticeship, but more like a farewell to a deceased person
Two fists are no match for four hands. Ye Feng alone can't defeat the six of them.
There is no other way but to take action.
He flicked his fingers lightly in the air, and wisps of virtual star power came out through his fingers.
The six people kneeling on the ground felt a strong force grabbing their necks from behind and lifting them up from the ground like chickens.
But when they turned around, there was no one behind them.
Seeing Ye Feng's mysterious smile, they understood that it was Ye Feng's doing, and they admired Ye Feng's skills even more, which were simply amazing.
When the basketball players were paying homage to their master, Lu Qingqing was standing beside them, covering her mouth and laughing.
Zhao Dongqiang couldn't help but ask, "Sister Qingqing, why don't you become my disciple? You are learning ancient martial arts from our master together with us, and you are still laughing beside us."