The sandbag was left by Mo Qing's father when he was still alive, and was hung up when Mo Qing first started practicing at the age of six.
It's a pity that Mo Qing couldn't practice for six years, so this sandbag has been hanging here without anyone touching it.
Compared with other sandbags, this one has the best life. As a sandbag, I haven't been beaten in six years, and I don't know how many lifetimes it took to cultivate it.
But today, its good luck ended. Mo Qing hit it for the first time with a fist filled with frost.
The frost on his fist can only condense for a short three seconds. This is Mo Qing's current limit.
So as soon as the frost covered it, Mo Qing punched the sandbag hard!
"boom!"
The sandbag shook slightly. Mo Qing's current punch of 90 kilograms was not enough to shake the sandbag violently.
After punching down, Mo Qing did not strike again and closed his fist. The frost on his hand quickly dissipated due to lack of follow-up supply.
He didn't care about the force of his punch, and focused all his attention on the surface of the sandbag.
Where he punched, there was a faint punch mark.
Generally speaking, sandbags are the most durable things in the world. If you hit them with your fists, they won't leave any marks and will fade away quickly.
But this time, Mo Qing's fist mark did not fade quickly, but stayed on the sandbag, fading very slowly.
There seems to be a thin layer of frost above the fist mark.
Mo Qing stretched out his hand and touched it. The tentacles were cold. Sure enough, there was a light layer of frost condensing on the surface of the sandbag.
"Such a punch will temporarily cause a low temperature in the area being hit. From the normal human body temperature of 36 degrees above zero to 31 degrees below zero, the instantaneous temperature change will make the body extremely uncomfortable.
It should be helpful in the battle."
"It's just a low temperature of thirty-one degrees. It's impossible to inflict severe frostbite on the enemy. I must get a high-level cold potion as soon as possible to make the low temperature reach minus thirty-five degrees."
Mo Qing determined that with his current ability, he could only have one chance to deliver this ice-filled punch, and the time would be limited to three seconds.
If one blow fails to work, he will not have a second chance to use the ice punch.
Just one blow like this is not enough. The cold air mass in the body is too small. It seems that not only must the temperature of the cold air in the body be lowered, but also the cold air in the body must be increased.
"Perhaps buying some more cold potions can increase the coldness in the body. Even if it cannot continue to cool down, it can at least provide some lasting combat effectiveness."
"The current fist is just an attack with cold air. If it is too early to say that it is a boxing skill, it is better to lower the temperature to minus 35 degrees first."
Looking at the time, he saw that it was almost time, and Mo Qing didn't have many gold coins. He still needed to buy four bottles of high-level cold potion, so he had better buy the cold potion first.
After leaving his room, Mo Qing came all the way to the gate of the family's castle.
After leaving the family castle, a floating truck about eight meters long was parked in front of the door, floating about two feet above the ground. It contained many plant seedlings.
The Mohist family's botanical garden is the largest in the area around Fencheng. Most of the people who buy plants nearby will buy from the Mohist family, which is also a major source of income for the Mohist family.
This cart of plants is for sale. The other party places an order, and the Mo family is responsible for delivering the goods to their door. The other party comes to pick up the goods, and the Mo family goes there with one person, waits for the goods to be delivered, and then is responsible for driving the hover car back.
Mo Qing's mission is to send the opponent to the place and then drive the hover car back.
Driving this kind of car is very simple and everyone can operate it, so anyone from the Mo family can follow it.
Mo Zhu was standing by the car waiting impatiently. When he saw Mo Qing coming, he immediately threw him a ticket: "Here, here are the tickets for the Wangyuezhai Meteorite Fair in Qinglin County. There are one hundred gold coins. Don't worry.
lost."
After saying this, Mo Zhu turned around and returned to the family castle.
Mo Qing put the tickets away and came to the side of the truck, where he saw a swarthy and thin man sitting in the car.
When this person saw Mo Qing coming, he immediately greeted him: "Is your name Mo Qing?"
"Yes, I am Mo Qing."
The thin man narrowed his eyes slightly: "Okay then, get in the car with me, and we'll set off immediately."
Mo Qing jumped into the car and found that there were a lot of plants piled up in the cockpit. He couldn't help but frown slightly: "Why are there so many plants? There's no place to sit."
"How can you make money without more decorations? Do you still need me to make a trip? Stop talking nonsense, come up quickly, we are going to set off, remember not to damage any plants, understand? This is money, you damage it
Yes, but I need you to compensate."
Mo Qing carefully set up a side, feeling a little disgusted with this thin man.
There is a white medal on this man's chest, which is the medal of a first-class boxer.
As long as you become a first-level boxer, you will receive a medal with one gold star on it, a second-level boxer will receive two gold stars, and so on.
But many people don’t choose to hang medals on their chests. After all, becoming a first-level boxer is not a big deal. Those who are very ambitious usually keep the medals first and wait until they become a fourth-level and fifth-level boxer.
, then take it out and bring it with you.
This thin man's medal is very new and spotless, as if he had just received it two days ago.
Through the newness of the medal, we can also see the approximate strength of the boxer. This thin man's medal is so new, he probably has just become a first-level boxer, or at most he is in the early stages of becoming a first-level boxer.
Of course, Mo Qing was not yet a first-level boxer, so he glanced at the thin man's medal with envy and looked away.
The thin man said with some pride: "How's it going? He's handsome! I just got it yesterday. Hehe, I heard that Mo Qing is still a trainee boxer. Work hard. Although your qualifications are not good, if you work harder, you can make it within a year."
Maybe I can get a medal inside."
Mo Qing's heart was moved, but she said calmly on the surface: "Oh! I didn't expect Mo Zhu to even tell you these things."
"What Mozhu? Zhou Huan told me this..."
When the thin man said this, he realized that he had said too much, so he immediately closed his mouth and said to Mo Qing: "Sit down, let's set off, we will reach Fencheng in half an hour!"
Mo Qing said nothing. Why did Zhou Huan tell this thin man what state he was in? What was his purpose?
People like Mo Zhu and Zhou Huan had some bad intentions towards her, Mo Qing could feel it, and what happened today seemed a little strange.
Why did Mo Zhu specifically ask him to drive to Fencheng? Is there no one else in the family?
Obviously this was not the case, and the thin man had a frivolous attitude. When he was talking to himself, there seemed to be a fierce look in his eyes, which Mo Qing caught very keenly.
If this person has malicious intentions towards him, then if he suddenly attacks him in the middle of the attack, he is afraid that he will suffer even if he is not prepared.
Although he is a first-level boxer and his strength is higher than his own, in a head-on fight, Mo Qing's chances of winning are slim.
Thinking in my mind, the car has already started.
The speed of the hover car was very fast. In a short time, it left the castle where the Mo family was located, about three meters above the ground, and headed towards the burning city like flying.
Mo Qing was surrounded by plants, which swayed with the shaking of the car. From time to time, they would fall to Mo Qing's side, and Mo Qing had to reach out to support him.
The thin man seemed to be driving the car swaying on purpose, and at the same time said to Mo Qing in a bad tone: "Smelly boy, hold on tight. These are money. If you damage a little bit, I won't be polite to you."
By this time, Mo Qing could basically determine the other party's intentions.
This person is colluding with Zhou Huan!
Zhou Huan was about to attack him last time, but was interrupted by Sister Mo Lan. This time they came up with this method again.
Mo Zhu informed himself to deliver the goods, and Zhou Huan found someone to attack him.
What do they want to do? Do they want to kill themselves?
Could it be that if they kill themselves, those meteorites will belong to them? What a crazy person, so heartbroken!
Mo Qing's face gradually darkened. Now that he was sure of the other party's intentions, he had to think of a way quickly.
In fact, Mo Qing is really thinking a little too seriously. Mo Zhu mainly wants to teach Mo Qing a lesson and let him know how powerful he is. He thinks that Mo Qing is just a little brat. After being beaten, he will know how powerful he is and he will behave well when he comes back.
Obedient.
But Mo Qing thought differently. He thought that Mo Zhu was looking for someone to attack him and then take the meteorite from him.
The idea is not bad, but the problem is taken seriously.
The car braked suddenly and then suddenly tilted to the left.
The plant next to Mo Qing rushed forward, Mo Qing instinctively held it up, and the car tilted again, and the plant fell off the seat.
The thin man immediately stopped the car and said viciously: "You brat, you actually knocked down my plant. If I don't teach you a lesson today, you don't know...ah!!"
Before he finished speaking, Mo Qing next to him suddenly rushed forward like a leopard. His right fist made a wide arc and hit the thin man in the face with a heavy punch!
;
{Piaotian Literature www.ptwxz.com thanks all book friends for their support, your support is our greatest motivation}