Bailang is located in a place where the Green religion, which has been supported by oil-rich countries in recent years, has penetrated more. Thanks to the origin of certain religious and ethnic policies and the rule of law, the religious and ethnic conflicts here are actually quite serious. Especially among the believers.
The place where the religious area and the non-believer area intersect often causes some troubles. And Bailang is like this now. The believer wearing a hat said that he would search the place he rented to see if there is any wine and pork.
"You're kidding! What the hell does drinking and eating pork have to do with you?" Bailang didn't like this kind of religion, and now he answered these people very simply and forcefully. As a result, the verbal conflict quickly evolved into a violent conflict - this group of people was already good at it.
This, they relied on some kind of preferential treatment from the religious nation, and they were confident about this - and it was still in their territory, even though it was a cross-country area.
Several strong believers rushed over, and then fell to the ground at a faster speed. If an ordinary person like this could beat Bailang, wouldn't the internal strength of his fists and feet that he had trained hard for three years after time travel be in vain?
What skills did he practice? He didn't want to shock the world, he just dodged and punched normally, one punch at a time, and his punch control was naturally very good, ensuring that he fainted instead of dying directly.
This time it was like poking a hornet's nest. The group of believers screamed and rushed over. The leader was actually the old man. The smell of eating too much mutton rushed over. Bailang's five senses were sharp and he wrinkled his nose. This
Why did the old man take the lead? Bailang was not a fool. His memories before time travel and his experience working as a thug in the market after time travel immediately told him that these old men were going to "make trouble".
"It's unlucky for you, it's all in vain." Bai Lang almost laughed out loud, and he was also punching happily. You don't even need any boxing skills to beat these people, it would take three months of training for other normal strong men.
Boxing can be done with a little talent. Just dodge a little and make a show, move your steps forward and backward, and then punch them with both fists. One trick is to aim at the chin. One punch is enough to make them think.
If you get shocked, just lie down."
Bai Lang dubbed himself. When he knocked down the sixth and seventh people, the other person stopped coming and started calling the police... Bai Lang didn't care about him. He retreated to the room and picked up his usual
He had already packed his outdoor backpack, slung it on his shoulder and left. However, at this moment something fell from the beam and almost fell on his head - but Bailang was agile and had a sharp ear, and if the wind moved him
He had already felt it. He reached up and grabbed the thing. He didn't even have time to look at it. He just put it in his arms and rushed out.
He couldn't wait for the police to come. This place would definitely be at a disadvantage, so it was best to just leave - the rent wasn't much money anyway, and the money from selling the house wouldn't be enough to rent it until he died. Those little haters saw it first
The man who beat him retreated into the room. However, they did not dare to go in and only dared to curse. They quickly prepared to pull up the compatriot who fell on the ground. At the same time, they blocked the man's door and let the police deal with it. When the time comes, they will let the Han man eat it.
No need to walk around.
However, I didn't expect that the Han man just went to get the package and then rushed out...
Bailang didn't have any scruples. After he came out, everyone in front of him would be knocked down with one punch. This time, he struck a little harder, and basically ended up with broken bones and tendons. This group of people immediately started to fight.
They dispersed, even those with dicks in their hands began to run away - it was impossible to escape. Those who were knocked unconscious in the front and those with broken bones now also had dicks in their hands. It was obvious that they were useless.
The Han in front of me is a "martial arts master". Xiaomao takes advantage and does not suffer any losses. Now it seems that this loss is certain, so it is better to ask the government to make up for it. There is no need to be beaten to death by this Han at this time...
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Bai Lang knocked down the little hats in front of him, and then saw that these little hats were actually coming in trucks. It was indeed a joy. The man punched through the car glass, stretched out his hand to tear off the car door, and used the other hand to tear off the car door.
The driver pulled off the petrified hat and threw it away. He got in the car and drove away - the key was not removed and the car was not turned off.
Driving all the way out of the city, 110 probably didn't have time to stop him - from calling the police to Bailang leaving, it took less than three minutes, and the local police station had no time to organize personnel to dispatch.
Driving a truck on the national highway, Bai Lang took out something in his arms, "Hmm? The wrapped... book?" He casually opened the package. The book inside was not thick, and it looked very printed.
It was rough, so rough that Bai Lang suspected that it was a manuscript. "The Thirteen Taibao practiced the golden bell? This...is the martial arts of Ao Bai and Ao Shaobao?" The man immediately remembered that after wearing it here
I am nostalgic for Zhou Xingxing's movies, but Ao Shaobao's martial arts is still astonishing.
Bai Lang basically thinks this is a joke now. Before he traveled to that martial arts world for some reason, he had read on the Internet about the so-called "Shaolin Temple" craze before he was born. That era lasted until the mid-1990s.
, I don’t know how many so-called “martial arts secrets” there are in this society, not to mention the Thirteen Taibao’s practice of the Golden Bell, the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon and the Yi Jin Jing...
Bai Lang, who was driving the car, also laughed at this. He was going to read it casually and then threw it away. "It is probably that the original owner of the house was a child who liked martial arts secrets, and he specially put this thing on the beam.
Hide it." I turned the book over and saw that it was indeed printed in 1986. As for the printing unit, I knew it was a pheasant unit, but the price was only one yuan and two cents! It was a high-priced product in that era, so no wonder I bought it.
The boy who wrote this book must hide it from his family - if it unfortunately leaks out, he will probably be hung up and beaten with a belt...
Bailang opened the book and glanced at it casually... "Huh?" He continued to flip through the book, and even parked the car on the side of the road. "Huh? Well! This...
..Is this really true?" He was really shocked. With his current martial arts skills, he could actually practice the Golden Bell Shield practiced by the Thirteen Taibao. Look at the polishing work on these fists and feet, look at this
The method of cultivating luck can actually be practiced, at least there are no mistakes or omissions in the rules of qi movement.
In other words, this is really a martial art that can be practiced. I just don’t know whether the golden bell cover is real or fake, or it is some other martial arts. But look at the rows above and the medicinal soup used to practice outer martial arts.
Judging from the pills taken internally to strengthen the body, it seems that there is really no problem.
This chapter has been completed!