On the way back to Japan on the plane, Bai Lang sat on the sofa in front of the porthole and moved his arms. He looked at his arms that were tightly wrapped and fixed by bandages, and began to clench his fists and move, "Very good, there is really nothing abnormal." At this time.
He remembered the words of his thief army master, "Breathing method? Isn't it the Saiyan breathing method?"
He remembered that the second half of this breathing method was completely different from the first half. Bailang had always been confused and had never practiced it seriously - because the rhythm and movements were very strange, and he did not notice any difference in combat effectiveness.
Growth will disrupt the flow of his own internal energy.
Now that his arm was broken and he couldn't practice outer martial arts on the plane, he suddenly remembered this breathing method again. As the saying goes, if you have inspiration, you might as well practice it? Bai Lang believed that he suddenly remembered this thing for no reason.
. Then give it a try? Maybe there will be some strange effects.
So the two tools, Tao Zi and Sakata, who were a little dissatisfied, saw Bai Lang, who was already 1.85 meters tall, twisting his body and making strange postures. He was already muscular, but when he twisted, he suddenly felt something
Feminine beauty, masculinity and femininity complement each other, but these two women only thought of Najibi Predo...
"Posture is power? I remember that someone's dog crawling character was written on it...that is to say, I am an innate master and also an external master. My body joints are flexible. Otherwise, someone else would have twisted it by now.
Several bones have been broken and several joints have been disassembled! This posture is really not something that normal people can do." Bailang was still muttering in his mouth while maintaining a strange balance.
"Breathe according to a special rhythm." Bai Lang thought, and began to breathe according to the breathing method in his memory. Strange ripples vibrated from his blood, "Huh?! Ripples! Plus this gesture? White ripples run fast!" Bai Lang
The arm made a clicking sound, and the bones were completely connected. At the same time, the bandage exploded, and the muscles swelled.
Naturally, due to the rapid ripples in his body, Bai Lang changed into another posture that looked very girly but full of masculine beauty. Sure enough, posture is power. This power like the sun in the sky directly healed all Bai Lang's injuries. Move well.
After checking his body, Bai Lang discovered another benefit of the posture, "It can effectively pull every muscle and every bone, right? I know, I know."
In short, under the gaze of the two female servants, Bai Lang sat on the sofa again, picked up a book and flipped through it casually. There were customer service staff on the plane, so it was not a good time to directly pounce on Bai Lang——
Although most of these customer service staff are asking for whatever they want...
Bailang read for a while and then started surfing the Internet casually. He found that he was indeed famous. As a team that was originally expected to travel in the first round, Bailang defeated the Brazilian Carnival team in a one-on-one match, raising his own position to
A very high standard - the same as those of the main players of the famous invitational teams.
His combat effectiveness has been blown to a good level. The so-called Japanese team Kyo Kusanagi is just like him - this is analyzed by foreign analysis websites. In Japan, he is still not as good as the already famous Kusanagi Kyo, even if Kusanagi Kyo repeats a grade.
For several years, even though he was a freshman in high school like him, a freshman who was almost twenty years old, he had not been to school much.
In the comments of foreigners, Bailang's level is regarded as the same as Andy Bogard, and he belongs to the second-tier master in this kind of wild card team - yes, the level of Kusanagi Kyo is also the same in the eyes of foreigners. Bailang is because
The martial arts he displayed are said to be a colorful flying skill expert - it is not an ordinary person to be able to comprehend so many different types of flying skills...
Ordinary martial artists, even if they are invited to the team, usually only have one or two flying special moves. Most of them only have one flying skill, and then there is a super special move that evolved from ordinary flying skills. But it seems like Bai Lang.
It is indeed rare to see a species that displays at least three or four different flying skills.
"So they didn't pay attention to my striking skills? Speaking of which, I haven't shown my strangulation skills yet! I'm very confident in my sleeping skills." Bai Lang looked at the analysis of him on the website and said with a smile -
In fact, if he doesn't know anything about sleeping techniques, he has only mastered about three or four techniques. Tiger's Tiger-shaped Fist is not mainly about striking techniques and tearing, or it is the tiger's mouth that penetrates the heart and brain with one click. Nan Dou Sheng Quan is just right, and rarely seems like it.
It strangles the opponent like a giant python.
It's just a tough talk.
It is naturally impossible for people like Bai Lang to compete with weapons now - the fighting competition is not the Samurai Soul Competition, and the barbarians on the ground are not too cute, and Bai Shaobao is not a murderous person. But it is really like this in the King of Fighters competition.
They are all shameless things - they are all Western barbarians. For example, a guy named Go Billy uses a stick, and a big brother who once competed in a competition uses a pair of sticks. I heard that there are also shameless people who once used a fruit knife...
..
In comparison, Street Fighter is simply a model of kindness - although some people were killed, they were all killed by fists, and no one really used weapons in Street Fighter matches. Oh, the one who was killed in Street Fighter
Among them is the barbarian who uses the ten-handed Japanese samurai. The King of Fighters website and the Street Fighter website have dedicated pages to commemorate the martial artists who passed away during the competition.
Bailang flipped through the page, which also included previous contestants. "There are so many overlapping lists." Just as he sighed, a brand new page was suddenly inserted, "The King of Fighters vs. Street Fighter! The world's most high-end professional fighting
Competition!" Bailang straightened up, "It's merged! Look at the competition system quickly!"
There is no doubt that Street Fighter won the final victory. The competition format was an individual competition. Moreover, the page was stuck in the blink of an eye, and the number of visits may have reached millions in a few seconds. Fortunately, Bailang received the call immediately
He called on his mobile phone and said that he had been included in the competition list. "To unsubscribe/reject, please press 1..." Bailang hung up the phone silently.
The plane has to fly for a long time, and Bai Lang is so energetic that he can't sleep this time. This shows that the impact of short-term jet lag changes is something that even martial artists have no control over. In fact, martial artists really don't need to deal with jet lag. Bai Lang understands now.
Knowing this, he thought jet lag was not necessary. The two women simply fell asleep. They were the ones who were really affected.
"So don't say that other worlds are not as good as the world I traveled through. In fact, every world can make me grow - I don't know this. I just need to watch the sky and do things at my own pace, no matter how different it is from time to time.
Oh! I'm already a superman!" Bailang felt that he must examine himself three times a day from now on, and he would definitely learn a lot, at least he wouldn't be like his master when he entered the game and just went home.
As soon as I thought of this, I felt like something was happening...
This chapter has been completed!