Chapter 12: Earthly warrior

Want to see our boxing skills?
Thank you for speaking out!
Don't look at Mo Xinrou's appearance as an innocent girl, but she is very cautious in nature and can't tolerate others pointing at their Mo's things, let alone asking for unreasonable demands of watching boxing.
I don't know what grandfather soup he was filled with by this guy, but he really went to take the Bashanquan Solitary Book!
The more he thought about it, the more disliked Mo Xinrou saw Lin Lang.
It's about family interests, and she feels she needs to stand up!
"Is your Mo's boxing so precious? I'm afraid it's not clear that the practice methods are so vast, and looking at all the factions created through thousands of years of history is even more numerous."
"And your Mo family thinks that precious exercises are thrown in the cultivation world, but they are nothing."
"Forget it, I'll tell your child what to do." Lin Lang shook his head.
He came here without any money or profit, and was able to send out good-hearted help to diagnose and treat, which was already given to Mo Bingzhu, a named disciple, with great face.
Mo Xinrou frowned and wrinkled.
"It's a good breath, and I'm not afraid that the cowhide will blow out! Since the head is right, then I ask you what level of exercises you practice?"
"I?"
Lin Lang arrogantly said, "I can come out of this star with whatever I cultivate.
"you!"
Mo Xinrou was simply furious.
This shameless kid actually devalued his boxing skills, and then blow himself to the sky.
She even said that she was a child!
"Little shit, widen your eyes and see clearly, who is my aunt?"
The sharp ups and downs of Mo Xinrou's were obviously irritated.
"Everywhere is small, don't stand tall, it's too small to stand up." Lin Lang raised his head and glanced casually.
"I! You! You die for me!"
Mo Xin's soft face flushed, staring at Lin Lang like an angry tigress.
It can be imagined that if the eyes can kill people, I am afraid that Lin Lang has been killed countless times.
"Don't fight, you can't fight me, you might as well grab some paper and pen."
"I don't need to look at your Mo family boxing, I changed it."
Lin Lang said lightly.
Mo Xinrou's heart was annoyed and he couldn't wait to stun Lin Lang into a thousand swords.
But as Lin Lang said, she ca n’t do anything about it ...
But after she heard the second half of the sentence, she found a way to fight back, her eyes suddenly flashed.
With a sneer, Mo Xinrou took paper and pen and threw it on the table.
"Even we haven't seen the Mo Family Boxing, and dare to talk about modification. If you can't write one today, come on, hum ..."
Mo Xinrou sneered, standing quietly waiting to see Lin Lang's joke.
Mo waited into the depths of the backyard of Villa No. 1 and did not know what mechanism was touched. An old book that was slightly yellow rose from the brick surface.
With regard to the things left by his ancestors, he couldn't be more careful, took the lone copy of Bashanquan into his arms, and hurried back to the main hall.
...
"Mr. Lin, this is the Bashanquan of our Mo family, look around."
Mo Lao carefully handed the broken book to Lin Lang.
"No need," Lin Lang said, putting down his pen and paper.
Mo's complexion changed slightly, and he looked at Mo Xinrou, who was purple, and said Shen: "Mr. Lin, but Mo was not entertained and made you feel bad ..."
After all, Mo Lao stared at Mo Xinrou fiercely.
Mo Xinrou was wronged, didn't she do it for the sake of Mo's family.
"Anyway, your granddaughter is very interesting. I like her very much."
Lin Lang waved his hand, and then handed a few pieces of paper full of small print to Mo Lao.
"This one is my modified version. You can try it out."
Lin Lang laughed.
Mo froze for a moment, took a look at the paper, and then his face changed greatly, his hands trembling with excitement.
After a long day, waiting for Mo to read all the content, how could I be so excited.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Mr. Lin Daen, Mo has no teeth to memorize!"
After all, this year the old man nearly a hundred years old bent down and gave Lin Lang a deep bow.
Lin Lang accepted it frankly, no matter how old he was, he took it for granted.
Mo Xinrou hurried forward to raise Mo Lao, and glared at Lin Lang, as if he was blaming the other party, how could an old man in his eighties be able to do this gift.
Since this incident, Mo Xinrou's view of Lin Lang has become even worse.
"Mr. Lin is very knowledgeable, and martial arts are so deeply involved that he has made Mo astonished."
"I'm ashamed, I've just been suffering, but I'm measuring the gentleman's belly with a villain's heart."
After all, Mo sighed out casually.
He didn't say these words in his heart, only to keep him ashamed.
"Anyway, it's a rush, but it's a lot better than before. Mo Lao can rest assured." Lin Lang laughed.
In a hurry?
The rush is afraid that it is several times stronger than the Bashan boxing handed down by Mo Jiazu, and it is an enhanced version that eliminates hidden dangers!
This is simply priceless!
Mo Lao sighed in his heart.
"Now Mo Lao's practice of boxing is solved. I have a few questions here to ask you."
...
...
Lin Lang contentedly left Villa One.
Mo Lao is also a warrior himself. According to his description, Lin Lang roughly figured out the composition of warriors on the earth.
According to Lin Lang's guess, the immortals on the earth may have three kinds of cultivation, such as dark energy, transformation of the realm, and psychic power, due to the thinness of the aura.
Each realm is further subdivided into the warriors of the four small realms, such as early, middle, late, and peak.
This should correspond one-to-one with the cultivation of the immortal, building the foundation, and innate, etc., but the actual combat power of the two is very far away.
The martial arts on the earth is only based on the orthodoxy of the orthodox cultivation system, so if we only talk about the strength of the same realm, the cultivation of the immortal is even better.
Looking at the back of Lin Lang's departure, Mo Xinrou sighed in a complicated way.
"Bashanquan can only be contacted by the Mo family. How can he know more about us than an outsider without evidence?"
Mo Xinrou finally couldn't help asking his doubts.
"Because when he came, I hit Bashan."
"He only saw me punching once, and he could almost figure out the approximate number of Bashan Boxing. Even I didn't know it before. He was a martial art master."
Mo Lao exhaled heavily.
Mo Xinrou's pretty face showed confusion: "Master of martial arts? What is the difference from a martial artist?"
"The martial arts peaks, reaches the culmination, and the cocoon turns into a butterfly. This is the master of martial arts. Alas, I am alive for an age that is not as good as a 17-year-old child."
Mo Lao sighed, eyes full of longing.
"What can we do now? It's a military era. It's impossible to hit and hide bullets." Mo Xinrou pouted, disapproving.
"You're wrong again."
"The master of martial arts is also known as the master of the realm. Such a person has the power of a million people. When one hundred warriors are combined, they cannot beat one master of the realm. You should know the Chinese martial arts Zhao Zilong, is he a peak of the realm? Grandmaster! "
Mo's faint voice undoubtedly caused Mo Xinrou's heart to stir up the waves.
Hua Xia Wu Shen Zhao Zilong is a person title, this is an immortal myth that lives in the moment!
In the eyes of ordinary people, he is a general with hundreds of battles, and in the circle of warriors, he has more legends.
It is said that he once went in and out of many ninjas in Japan. He is said to have slashed eight grand masters of other countries at the International Warriors Congress. Legend ...
The warrior has much more power than ordinary people, and most of them have high self-esteem, and some have arrogantly provoked the law, but it is because this legendary man sits in Huaxia.
Domestic warriors dare not easily appear! The martial arts of other countries did not dare to have the slightest aggression against China!
One person can't breathe all martial arts!
"Master Martial Art is so amazing ..."
Mo Xinrou was still immersed in shock and couldn't extricate himself, but Mo Lao was moved in his heart, thinking of a sentence that Lin Lang had inadvertently had before.
... Anyway, your granddaughter is very interesting. I like her ...
"If I had a chance, I could let Xinrou contact him more in the future. If I could become my granddaughter, I would make a lot of money."
Mo Lao's eyes flickered, revealing a wise light that only an old fox had.
I don't know if she would let Mo Xinrou know Mo's thoughts at the moment, would she run to grab Linhua's face ...
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