Chapter 1449: Smiling at each other and letting go of grudges
In the blink of an eye, Bai Lang had no time to practice and refine any kind of Qi. Even if he succeeded, it would only be a breakthrough from 0 to 1. One point of Qi was of little use, could it be used to blow out birthday candles?
So he took a deep breath, his muscles and veins all over his body moved together, and he instantly regained the familiar feeling in this unfamiliar body.
The essence of the so-called 'Nei/Wai Jia Quan' is to continuously beat the muscles and bones. It improves physical strength and at the same time, further enhances the control of the body. Therefore, 'Nei/Wai Jia Quan' does not cultivate Qi, but only focuses on polishing and tempering the body.
Refining the spirit and will.
Although Bailang had just arrived, he was using a strange body given to him by the paradise. But his physique was born to exceed the limits of mortals, just like the Overlord of Chu and Li Yuanba.
The God-given body of the King of Ashes often only needs to be superimposed with simple combat experience, ignoring decades of hard training, and bursting out with extreme strength in minutes.
In the moment when I couldn't breathe, a man in official uniform appeared in front of Lang, with a layer of blood-evil air floating around his body. His right hand used an eagle claw to tear towards his throat, causing waves of fishy wind and a vicious eagle cry.
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"What a sharp claw skill! What a strong iron-blooded energy. When I take action, there are visions accompanying me. I obviously got the essence of it and have practiced the Eagle Claw skill into my bones!"
Du Ke, who had just calmed down the backlash of his soul ring and successfully completed his work, was also attracted by this movement.
He opened his eyes and looked, and was immediately attracted by the heroic figure of the big roc spreading its wings. He blurted out the flattery without thinking, and immediately attracted bursts of heartfelt echoes from the boys around him. It was quite like Xingxiu Laoxian playing jungle in the front line, and the cheerleading boys were strong.
Onlookers, passionate shouting, and passionate explanations.
Faced with this blow, the muscles all over Bai Lang's body bulged, and his skin showed blood color. Purple-black meridians appeared under the dermis, twisting like snakes and insects, intertwining with each other to form a blood demon's afterbirth.
Bang!
Without any visual special effects and without a trace of life energy, Henglian Grandmaster Lang used only a physical force (fist) at the biological level to blast the real energy claw attack that was blessed by the true energy and caused the evil eagle to pounce on the phenomenon.
The opponent didn't even leave scratches on his flesh, but the blood collapsed from the beating, and the eagle's cry suddenly stopped. The sharp pain of the needle and the huge thrust acted on the arm of the man in official uniform at the same time.
Lang used the force of his punch to knock the opponent flying several meters away, leaving a face full of shock.
"Here's Gang Qi? No! You don't have a trace of alien Qi in your body. How can you do this with just your physical body?" Looking at Bai Lang's Qi and blood surging, his blood-colored skin with purple-black meridians, his inhuman posture, this is obviously not what a normal person should do.
Somewhat like. The face of a pictographic demon cultivator.
But! Something didn't feel right at the moment of the fight. He didn't feel the slightest collision of infuriating energy, only a strange force and a penetrating and stinging pain like a needle prick.
So the man in official uniform started the qi-gazing technique again, but he still couldn't catch the slightest trace of true qi from Lang. Similarly, there were no traces of the awakening of the bloodline containing alien energy, or other traces of cultivating the qi of outsiders.
Such a clean body, 0 traces of energy fluctuations, yellow aura feedback... What the hell can a pariah do?
What he couldn't accept the most was that he had already mastered the seven principles of cultivation, but he was actually repelled by a 'muscular pariah' who had no foundation in internal strength?
Shame, huge shame. If word spreads, how will he be able to gain a foothold in the yamen in the future, and how will he have the face to see others?
Turning from embarrassment to anger, the opponent activated his ten success powers and struck out with all his strength without any hesitation.
In the wave perception, another layer of strange mental fluctuations escaped from the man's body, quickly combined with the original energy, and transformed into a new move, a vague and uncertain finger power. It contained a very rigid and absolute opponent.
Personally comprehend the very templated spiritual conception.
"The Great Desolate Prisoner's Finger!"
From the original profound intention of Zhenqi's secret art, it was now forcibly upgraded to the level of the three-in-one "spiritual, energy and physical attack" that is mysterious and difficult to defend against.
And the person who performed the move is actually a third-rate miscellaneous fish who has not even mastered all the twelve serious scriptures. What has happened to this world? Also, the name of your fingering technique, I’m afraid it will shorten your life a bit? Can you handle it?
live.
Bailang's heart was constantly shocked, but the opponent's attack at this moment gave him a sense of threat. So he could only concentrate, clenched his fist for the second time, and visualized the Shura form of [Rabbit King Bodhisattva] in his mind.
[Materialist Internal/External Boxing Method] does not involve the practice of energy such as Qi, but it contains training methods that cultivate the spirit of sharpening. For example, when practicing boxing, visualize certain pictures and think about the corresponding philosophical thoughts.
In the end, the heart and mind are united, and the mind can be given when punching, which is the so-called "boxing intention".
Of course, in the eyes of physical materialist warriors, it’s all fucking metaphysics. The intention of boxing does not exist, it is all self-movement and meaningless brain waves. The secret of boxing is that muscles, bones, and fascia are moving to the maximum limit.
of work output.
Fist intention? It's just a brain wave distraction that cannot be added to the kinetic energy impact.
But in today's world, spirit and soul exist.
Bailang's descending body is innately perfect in terms of 'physique and perception'. Not only does it represent the innate divine power, but the spirit ([perception]) is also perfect.
Therefore, it is not too much for the supreme migrant worker master to pour his mind (boxing intention) into his fist, right?
Bang!
Another dull collision, the bones of Lang's fist were penetrated by the opponent's finger force, and severe pain struck. Not only did he suffer bone fractures, but the opponent's true energy invaded the empty meridians, destroying most of his right forearm.
But the opponent was not feeling well either. The strongest blow was wasted by the wave, and the mental attack that gave absolute confidence was scattered by the mediocre fist. It failed to disturb and destroy the opponent's mind. Instead, it was beaten by the opponent's heavy and hard fist.
The joint of the index finger was broken, showing a deformed twist and fold.
Without waiting for the opponent to react or fight back, Bailang reluctantly stepped forward. He dived down to throw him, wrapped around the opponent at close range, and then locked his arms behind his back. Using unrestricted free fighting skills that were completely inconsistent with the aesthetics of contemporary martial arts, he defeated the opponent.
Hug and throw, dragging into the rhythm of ground combat.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The center of gravity was unbalanced, and the man in official uniform was severely tripped by the tall man. Then a punch fell from the sky like a meteor, hitting his eyes hard.
He was blinded by severe pain, his vision went dark, and his mind went blank.
The body resisted subconsciously, but was locked to death by the opponent's joint techniques. It was an unprecedented fighting experience, full of the brutality and despicability of mud-legged people, and no experience in dealing with it. It was really unseemly.
When the man in official uniform struggled with the last of his true energy, trying to strangle Bai Lang, Lang relied on this blank slate body with no training experience to burst out his endless potential, carrying the erosion and destruction of the meridians throughout his body with his true energy, such as
A big python strangled the opponent to death.
You beat yours, I'll twist mine. I'll use the strength contained in my muscles and bones to destroy you even if my meridians are destroyed.
Click, click!
With two consecutive crisp sounds, Bai Lang broke the opponent's arms and ribs, and hit the back of the head with consecutive elbow strikes, successfully subduing the opponent whose face was covered with blood.
Seeing this scene, Du Ke and a group of younger brothers gathered around him and threatened: "Do you dare to kill officials and rebel?"
First, he took out the metal token from the man in official uniform and stuffed it into his own pocket. Bai Lang then reached out and pulled out a short knife from his waist. According to Du Ke's request, he stabbed the knife into the victim's collarbone with his backhand.
He used the pain to reactivate it and woke up the man in official uniform who had fainted from the pain. Then he manipulated the handle of the knife with a medium hand, using pain and the threat of death to force the man in official uniform to stand up and block him in front of him as a hostage.
Confronted the gang members in front of him: "My lord, you don't want to be driven to death by these gangsters, right? You and I have no grievances, but they are so close. I'm so scared. If my hands shake,
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"Get out of here, get out of here. Get away, I don't want to see your stupid faces again. And you, I admit defeat this time. Tell me, what do you want? I can satisfy you."
Bailang tilted his head and thought seriously. He found that with his empty pockets, he had no means to control the other party for the time being. The first day he lost [Fukiwan must die], he missed it fiercely!
After confirming that there was no way to control the other party, Bai Lang's voice became softer and he asked politely: "Do you have anything on you, such as worms, poisons, zombie brain pills, and tire burst pills? Lend me some.
You should use it to deepen the trust between each other."
The man in official uniform shook his head repeatedly: "Duck, no need. I am seriously injured and I am under your control. I will not act irrationally."
"What's your surname, sir? Where can you be employed?"
"He. He Daoquan, the Supervisor of the Jiangnan Province of the Blood-clothed Guards, is responsible for monitoring the movements of martial arts, sects, sects, and aristocratic families. He also bribes and controls local small sects to recruit new blood for the imperial court. I just noticed that your Excellency has extraordinary abilities. He must be practicing martial arts.
A genius, he just had a wrong idea and wanted to force him to be his subordinate. Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings."
Lang: "Isn't that what you said just now? But it doesn't matter. Since it's a misunderstanding, it's easy to deal with. Why don't I treat you to a treat and you can show the way. Let's find a famous brothel, meet and laugh away our grudges?"
After saying that, Lang shook the stack of banknotes he took out from the other party, which was very generous.
"Ahem, okay! I'll lead the way, please come this way."
While coughing up blood, Mr. He raised his left arm that could barely move and wiped the blood off his face. Enduring the dizziness caused by multiple fractures, dislocations and concussions all over his body, he staggered towards the nearest high-end club.
And this place was originally his destination, and it was also the check-in spot that Bailang was looking for. Now, both are back on track.
While walking, Master He silently circulates the blood of his internal energy, suppressing internal injuries, constantly stimulating his potential, and slowly recuperating.
The good news is that the opponent really doesn't know the internal skills, and all the damage he inflicts is physical damage (bruises from bruises). Although it is still very violent, and even internal bleeding, it is much easier to deal with than the hidden injuries and mental risks caused by the normal magic damage caused by internal skills.
However, he had no idea that Bailang's mercy was entirely due to the need to randomly select a lucky aboriginal at the beginning of each mission to act as a 'temporary pill' so that the information could be interrogated and integrated into the mission world.
It's a pity that in this trial, he was forced into an unfamiliar whiteboard body and lost the "must die". This feeling of not being allowed to use familiar starting moves when playing chess is really bad.
Seeing the passers-by dispersed one after another, Lang Hand, who was covered in mud, held a short knife in front of the other person's neck. He put his arms around Master He and led the horse towards the famous local club. At this time, his thoughts began to drift away, and he finally had time.