"This martial arts can only be said to be mediocre, not at all innately wonderful." Bai Lang's remarks were sarcastic and completely irresponsible. His martial arts are not innate magical skills in the first place. Those who cannot practice to that level are not incompetent——
If the Zhu family really has a genius, maybe he can break through his innate talent and elevate his martial arts to a higher level?
But no, Bai Lang could tell at a glance that these three little guys in front of him were just ordinary people, and their spiritual qualifications were just that, completely incomparable with his own. "Sir, I am a martial arts prodigy that you only see once in a thousand years!"
"Bai Lang has always been shameless, but now, "The trouble with people is that they are good teachers!" He couldn't help but add a few words.
However, no matter how much they were taught, the martial arts of these three people did not improve by leaps and bounds. "Master, I finally figured it out. The martial arts of the Zhu family are not suitable for their own children." Bai Lang took a recliner and half-lyed on it, thinking.
"Hey, boss of the Zhu family. Let me see how you practice boxing."
This Zhu Long was obedient. He put down the long sword in his hand and started practicing his boxing skills in a serious manner - poor Zhu family, how can he not have any decent boxing skills of his own? He just used Dalu's Taizu Changquan to train his muscles and bones. Bailang glanced at it casually.
He glanced at it and shook his head, "It's really not possible. Let me see if you can do it with your legs."
You have to be good at something, right? When practicing martial arts, you can't be ignorant of everything. This young boy from the Zhu family has great kicking skills, which is much better than his boxing and sword skills. "That's all, I can't do anything left or right.
It's just a child's play." Bailang thought, "Come on, come on."
He grabbed the wrist of the eldest brother of the Zhu family, and the zhenqi flowed in like a stream. It was a method of moving zhenqi separated from the ancient Arhat Renwang Fist. Bailang himself supplemented the zhenqi cultivation route for him——
It is not difficult to make up the route with the method. "Remember the route of this true energy!"
After that, Bailang's true energy activated, stimulating the muscles on the boy's legs, causing him to perform several kicks in a row. "The basic form, if you succeed in practice in the future, you can naturally use it as you like! Remember, you don't get carried away! You and I count too."
As fate would have it, this martial art will be called the Wind God Kick. The internal force and kick techniques are integrated into one. If you are lucky enough in your future practice, you will naturally be able to enter the realm of innateness, and you can avenge any grudges by yourself."
At this time, the second and third children next to them were also looking at Bai Lang eagerly. It was clear that Bai Lang was only a few years older than them, but he was as kind as an old man with a white beard. However, Bai Lang's appearance was like that of a black-skinned boy from Qingdao.
Baleno is a good guy, he is more honest than kind but not kind.
"Come here, what are you good at? I've come all the way with boxing skills, and I've seen palm skills that are better than your elder brother." Bai Lang directly asked the two brothers and sisters to demonstrate, mainly to see how their boxing skills are. He has seen palm skills, and the three
Individuals are generally poor, so there is no point in specifically saying who is better.
Bai Lang glanced at it casually and sighed, "I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse. That's all. This little girl is a little bit spiritual." Bai Lang called his second son, and also held the pulse gate, and the true energy gurgled in. This time
The number is his Yuehua Qi, and the number is naturally made up by him in a condescending manner.
"Isn't it just a punch with frosty chill? What's the difficulty?" Bailang's body was frozen before. Of course he understands the cold meaning, and also has the thought of the so-called zombie punch, "Also remember this path of true energy.
The running context, this is the 'Tian Shuang Fist' I taught you, master. You don't need to say more if you get carried away."
The last little girl, Bailang's true energy rolled in. This time she was transformed from Yuehua's true energy, but she followed the same path as Beifengxing. "I'm still young, so I probably don't remember everything. Alas, it's a waste of time."
I just want to express my thoughts." Bailang Zhenqi wandered through the meridians of this little girl, and of course it was impossible to open up the Ren and Du meridians for her. He only used the innate Zhenqi to move around and drive her extremely weak Zhenqi, which made her start to exercise.
, this true energy will just run with inertia, and as time goes by, the inertia will naturally disappear.
Stimulated by the same zhenqi, he shot out twelve palm techniques, "This is the Cloud Pavilion Palm." Bai Lang scratched his chin, "I'm afraid you may not be able to succeed due to your qualifications, but if you have such a talented disciple in the future,
It may not be possible to integrate the infuriating movements of the three sets of martial arts into one, and achieve three-point return of vitality." Bai Lang's statement is empty talk. In fact, it is completely impossible.
It's just that after breaking through the Xiantian, I could have mastered it a little bit. After all, it was all martial arts passed down by Bai Lang, but it was completely impossible to send out entangled light waves like cross-destroying cannons.
Laying a big hole casually, Bailang secretly rejoiced that he seemed to be involved in some major political affairs - "Is this a real secret book? Hahaha, what if these three guys wrote it out from memory? There really is no one in this world.
Can you practice it through teaching? It can be done by me, but others can’t."
The boat going upstream is not very fast. Bailang chartered the boat for three months, so just take your time. And these three children, who had achieved a little success in martial arts for more than a month, secretly took the golden beads with them here in Jiujiang.
The people who got off the boat had told Bailang beforehand, and the three of them even kowtowed eight times in front of Bailang and called "Master" before leaving.
Of course Bailang didn't officially accept these three little guys. He just waved his hand to indicate that he accepted their eight heads and they could go on their own from now on. As soon as the three of them left, two young boys and a maid came to kowtow.
He is also a young man, "I beg the guest to teach him some martial arts so as not to be bullied." The boss of the ship is willing to return all the money and even pay the tuition fee.
"Being bullied? Is it possible that someone is still charging you protection money? It's very high?" Bai Lang knew this, but the bullying has reached this level and can make this family give up hundreds of dollars of income? This is the least they can do.
The income from two boat trips. Bai Lang would rather believe that when he taught the three people, these half-grown girls were jealous and wanted to learn a few tricks.
"Why do you want to learn this? If it's for self-protection, I think you boys are already strong enough with your fists and kicks. How can you be a good boatman? Why should you be a good boatman? It's not worth it." Bai Lang refused. He had no interest in teaching these people.
A few of them, but the boss of the ship begged hard. "You parents are so ignorant, why do you insist on asking your children to learn such things? Isn't it good to study and be sensible? To practice martial arts, you need to be brave and fierce - those three have a hatred to break up the family.
We are already in the arena. Why do you guys have to go in?"
This little black-skinned Bailang from Qingdao is actually a sweet and sincere person.
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