Bailang is miserable. The Golden Bell Shield was broken. It was originally estimated that about seventeen or eight bones were broken in the whole body. However, when luck ran out, the body ended up with twenty-seven or eight broken bones. Even the bones that were not broken still had bones.
It was cracked. Moreover, the meridians were also beaten intermittently. In addition, the injuries to the skin and flesh were really about to break completely and then stand up this time.
Regarding this kind of bastard master who beats his so-called disciple like this without saying a word and then glorifies him as helping him to improve his kung fu, Bai Lang has one thing to say, "I hope you will continue to be caught by Tathagata Buddha and have to squat in a kiln."
!" It was an obvious fact to Bai Lang that this baboon monster had been in and out of the temple many times. This face looked like someone who had been in prison for half his life.
After giving his master a blessing, Bai Lang endured the severe stinging pain and began to inhale. He wanted to use his internal energy. First, he had to open up the interrupted meridians, then use his true energy to activate the muscles to reduce swelling and blood stasis, and finally forcibly correct the bones.
In order to prevent him from being unable to move - if he were to be optimistic, he would be able to regain his mobility in about half an hour at most.
From now on, he just applies ointment. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have any good medicine for treating broken bones and bruises, and he doesn’t remember any prescriptions. He can only rely on his own innate Qi to forcefully set bones and stimulate growth every day. "Oh,
I'm afraid I won't be able to use force for about two months..." It's OK to kill people, but I'm afraid it's not possible to get into the battle as recklessly as in the past.
I hope he can wait for two months to recover from his injuries. It just so happens that these two months can be used to train those county soldiers. In two months, these county soldiers should have made some small progress and can practice the skills that Bai Lang has compiled.
The martial arts of long and short soldiers. This can be regarded as the essence of Bailang's distillation. The kung fu in the battle formation should be simple and simple. If you can kill with a knife and a gun, don't get hurt and don't do any tricks. Defense is left to the heavy armor on your body.
Don't learn how to dodge...
Hundreds of people on the battlefield are like one person, stabbing and stabbing randomly. If anyone wants to play tricks in the battle - then he will kill a group of companions. He is not a peerless warrior like Bai Lang who wears heavy armor.
He has unparalleled power in wielding a broadsword, so obediently practice the art of spear, sword, and shield.
Bailang had already given two of his own divination halberds to the two captains of the county soldiers. The two boys knelt on the ground and burst into tears with joy. They were given to them by their elders, especially from such a fierce general.
Weapons, this was really a huge compliment. Bai Lang felt at that time that if he told these two boys to die, they would probably not hesitate.
Bailang's new toy is the "bone" that he asked the blacksmith in the army to make. He asked the blacksmith to make a scary-looking head - a metal sleeve as thick as a bowl, with a hollow hole as thick as a duck's egg inside.
The gun barrel and the metal sheath are about as long as a forearm, and the outside is made of four-edged metal spikes, which are about the length of a thumb. The head of the metal sheath is a one-foot-long gun blade, with two sides sharpened and a sharp edge in the middle.
This thing is quite heavy, so the pole used is replaced by a horse pole. It is about the thickness of a duck egg and has an iron sheet wrapped around it. Just by looking at the appearance, it looks like a first-class murder weapon. "Hmm, even the handle of the gun weighs eighty-four
Jin, this is the real thing that will kill you if you rub it, and hurt you if you touch it." Bai Lang looked at the drawings, and also thought about the beautiful scenery of red and white flying in the sky when this thing smashed a person's head and half of his body.
...
The cross-section of the horse's pole is not round, but is made into an oval cross-section in order to be able to control the ribs of the knife. The entire weapon is one foot long. To be able to wield this thing, it must be a million pounds of divine power. Unfortunately, it is now being built.
I'm afraid I won't be able to use it when Bailang comes out, and I won't be able to use it until the injury heals.
Bai Lang still wanted to conceal his injury. He trusted Wei Zhenzhen and Shang Xiuxun, but he absolutely did not trust Li Xiuning and Bai Qing'er. When he thought of this, Bai Lang had almost opened up all the meridians in his body, and the pain caused a lot of blood to flow from his body.
Sweat less.
When the plague-stricken thief's military master came, it seemed that the divine and demonic power had another benefit. At least no one had come to see him until he was lying on the ground. Normally, he would have been beaten by someone like Bai Qing'er who dared to get close to him.
The spy maid discovered it. Now that the meridians have been opened, Bai Lang continued to grit his teeth and activate his internal force to forcefully straighten his broken bones and contract his muscles to firmly fix them.
This guy couldn't help but groan during this process, and if he fixed it like this, many of his movements would actually become very clumsy, but at least he could regain a lot of combat effectiveness. Whether it was the Nandou White Tiger Fist or the Thirteen Taibao practicing the Golden Bell Cover,
It's just a re-casting - yes, even the Nandou White Tiger Fist is capable of defeating him like this.
The black wind that struck him in an instant also brought some benefits - when Bai Lang was running his Qi, he found that there was an overbearing, unruly and unruly "Qi" in his body that was constantly circulating and stimulating him.
The pain in this guy's body is far beyond the normal pain of this kind of injury. "No wonder I'm in such pain, my eyes are going black! The sweat flowing out from under my body is almost turning into a quagmire, okay! Damn it.
You will die of dehydration sooner or later! You bastard!"
Isn't this a bastard? He just accepts people as apprentices. Bai Lang feels that he has embraced the hair on his thigh, but what the hell do you mean by saying clearly that you have enemies all over the world? Does it mean that others will come to Bai Lang for such a trick?
Revenge? This is normal. If something happens, I will do my best...
Moreover, Bai Lang gritted his teeth and endured the blackening pain in front of his eyes to straighten the broken bones. At the same time, he used his internal energy to reduce swelling and blood stasis and try to behave normally when he went out. "What the hell is that so-called friend and enemy? Either a friend or an enemy."
, Don’t talk about friends and foes or best friends being enemies in middle school!" Bailang sighed, if that person really came, Bailang thought he would probably recognize him - hanging with that baboon.
What kind of thing can he be who is both an enemy and an enemy? He is not just a good monk!
Bailang thought about the so-called good monk, and he laughed for a while while enjoying himself. He looked at himself in the water and found that it was normal, so the man shouted, "Heat the water! Master wants to take a bath!"
He tried hard to act like a normal person, trying not to let those women see it - mainly to prevent Wei Zhenzhen from seeing it. Bai Qing'er didn't have many opportunities to come into contact with him, and Shang Xiuxun was generally not seen as a customer.
It is even rarer for Li Xiuning to live in an inn, so all he has to do is hide it from Wei Zhenzhen. This woman is relatively simple or has no scheming intentions. If she finds out, it will become a secret known to everyone in just three days.
Bai Lang used great perseverance to maintain his normal activities. He even had to control his pores not to let out huge beads of sweat... "I didn't expect it would be so fucking painful!" Bai Lang cursed secretly, knowing that once he recovered, he
Afterwards, the dissipated black energy will increase his intensity to a higher level, and Bailang will also have to curse a few times.
And the things that put Bailang into trouble are about to happen again...
This chapter has been completed!