Chapter 383 Huqiu Fragrant Boudoir Wen Meng Shangnan Fishing by the River
[The second update is 8,000 words long. Brothers, please continue to work hard, and Qinglian will not be afraid!]
There are not many things that Nie Xiaolin can't do, but there are specialties in the art. In some cases, even the great masters of the ultimate realm of Shinto are still weak. High-speed update Li Huqiu can do it, but Nie Xiaolin can't.
What will happen?
Huqiu, who had returned to his original appearance, followed Nie Xiaolin's instructions and came to a room. The warm summer sun shone in, and a woman was sitting quietly at the window. She had one more head on her head than when she first met him.
Her hair and figure were twice as bloated. She looked at him with a gentle expression, a little surprised, more of a surprise. Li Huqiu looked at her pointed belly and suddenly realized that he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.
"Grandpa said that you have been very unhappy recently?" Huqiu walked over and sat next to Yiren.
She has a Zen mind and wisdom, and even if the person she has been thinking about day and night suddenly appears in front of her, she can quickly adjust her mentality. Moko smiled sweetly and said, "You are here, and all the unhappiness is gone."
Holding Huqiu's hand, his joy was hidden in every bit of it, and he said quietly: "I told grandpa several times to ask him to come and see you, but he always said that you were haunted by evil spirits and were forced to see the dragon.
You don’t even see the end, you don’t care about me at all.”
Huqiu did not say that he came uninvited, and this move was considered a good move to sell Nie Xiaolin. The old devil was obviously frightened by his sympathetic little granddaughter. Although he understood the principles of nature and understood the world of mortals, he
The only thing he was helpless about was love. Women's prenatal depression made him even more helpless. To untie the bell, you need someone to tie it. Apart from that, what else in the world is there that Huqiu can't do? Even in this world
He can't compete with the King of Thieves when it comes to stealing, but he can at least rob, which may be easier than Huqiu's.
Li Huqiu walked down the slope and said: "As soon as I received the message from grandpa, I didn't care about anything and came all the way to be with you."
Nie Moko knew that the Americans had always put Huqiu's name at the forefront of the international wanted list, and that people from the CIA were all over the world looking for Huqiu. At this moment, he could come to the heart of the United States for himself, so affectionate, how could he?
Can the little goddess be moved? The haze in her chest was swept away. She put Huqiu's big hand on her belly and said gently: "Touch and see, guess whether it is a boy or a girl?" Li Huqiu put his big hand on her.
On the warm belly, I carefully felt the rhythm of life there for a while, and my heart was filled with warm emotions. I said softly: "The secret skills of your Nie family are so powerful, how could you make a mistake?"
Nie Moko smiled lightly and kissed the thief king gently on the cheek. Huqiu turned his head very quickly and kissed her with open mouth. The two of them had the same breath and their spiritual tongues were entangled in one place. As a pair of monks, they
The effect of the fusion of the breaths is excellent. The happiness brought by the fusion of yin and yang is even more refreshing. After a while, the lips parted, and Moko said foolishly: "I'm wet, I miss you so much." After that, he glanced at the bed.
Li Huqiu looked at his pointed belly and hesitated, "Can it be done?" Mo Ke shook his head and said, "Don't be afraid, it's only eight months. Grandpa said that after you and I practice dual cultivation, our health will be strong and our blood will be strong, and our physical strength will be comparable to Huajin.
Master." Bold and bold: "Be more compassionate, Guanyin sits in the lotus and take your time, no problem."
Li Huqiu picked her up with a smile.
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Shang Nan got up early in the morning and ran to the river to practice boxing. He practiced according to Brother Xiaohu's requirements. With Shang Nan's current state, he could understand and ponder the meaning of boxing while walking, sitting or lying down. If he wanted to practice boxing, he no longer had to stay in the hall or room.
Outdoors. This deliberate practice of boxing here will not help the improvement of boxing, but it will inevitably attract many Westerners who are interested in martial arts to watch. I saw Shang Nan's majestic and powerful appearance, his handsome appearance, and his free and easy movements of fists and feet.
. His flying and leaping movements were so majestic that all the beasts were dormant. Under the shining of the morning light, he was as good as a god descending to earth. Many foreigners imitated his movements and practiced with him.
A middle-aged Chinese man walked along the river, stopped outside the circle of fitness people, and observed quietly for a while. Shang Nan began to pay attention to this man when he appeared. He saw this man's sword eyebrows flying slanting, and his nose pointed straight
Like a sword, his lips were pursed like a sword, and his long hair was tied behind his back, making him look like he was carrying a sword. This man's eyes were as sharp as a sword, and he could only speak and release according to his heart. When he stood there, his whole aura was astonishing.
Like a sharp sword unsheathed, he looked at Shang Nan quietly, without saying anything for a long time. He appeared calm and refused to act rashly, but in fact he had been paying attention to the movements around him. He saw that there were only a few people around Shang Nan, just like the previous few days.
The foreigner, who was obviously not familiar with martial arts, followed him to learn boxing, and gradually became relieved. His murderous sword intent was gradually revealed, and he locked Shang Nan.
He finally showed up, and it was this person who Shang Nan had been practicing boxing here for the past few days. Li Huqiu wanted to deal with Sun Guima, but he knew that the elite Sun Guima brought from North America were seriously injured after being plotted by the Free Society.
Yuan Qi has ordered to temporarily restrain his troops and wait to fight! Sun Guima has the backing of the Americans, and the advantage of accumulating strength to fight is huge. If they fight longer, their manpower will only increase, so the current situation is not good for Gao Chufeng's side.
, The advantage lies in fighting quickly! How to fight, the thief king has already made a plan in his mind. The first step is to defeat them one by one and destroy the fighting force around Sun Guima. The key figures are Zhang Fengwu and He Zhibai. Among these two people,
In addition, He Zhibai, who was eager for revenge, was easier to deal with. The news that Li Huqiu learned from Smith was that He Situ died after being rescued by Zhang Fengwu. Before his death, He Zhibai promised to avenge him. After that day, He Zhibai
He has been ignoring Sun Guima's orders and looking for opportunities alone. His target is the three Li Huqiu brothers who appeared at the meeting in front of the hall that day.
Shang Nan settled his moves, raised his fists at the middle-aged man and said, "May I ask, Master He Zhibai?"
The middle-aged man nodded slightly and spoke like gold: "Do you want to fight here or somewhere else?"
Shang Nan said: "Meeting is fate, meeting here is fate here, what do I think?"
He Zhibai said: "I'm not looking for you to compete in martial arts, I'm here to take revenge! As a warrior, it's okay not to repay favors. If you have grudges, you must avenge them no matter what! I just wanted to ask you, where are you good at?
Which one shoots the wolf-fang arrow?"
Shang Nan took a step forward and said, "His name is Yan Dongyang. If you want to seek revenge from him, it is equivalent to seeking revenge from me."
He Zhibai looked around and saw that he was surrounded by locals who didn't understand what they were talking about. He wanted to change places, but saw that Shang Nan had no intention of doing so. He knew that when a real master fights, success or failure is the difference between life and death, not shouting.
Roaring fists and kicks are like the wind, and a slow fist dance and a slow sword fight are equally thrilling.
Shang Nan's handsome eyes swept around the crowd and said: "It is fate that you and I meet here today. If we fight in different places, we will inevitably worry that the other party will have an ambush. As the saying goes, it is better to collide, so we will fight here with slow punches."
In a fight to the death with a slow sword, the one who succeeds has used all his strength to secretly damage the opponent's heart. Even if these people don't disperse, there will be no clues, and no one will call the police and cause the sirens to roar."
Slow boxing versus slow sword? Fists win with strength, swords win with speed. He Zhibai felt vaguely at a loss, but he heard what Shang Nan said made sense, and saw that the spectators were in great interest. If they were to fight fiercely with their fists and kicks, it would be too bad.
It was so shocking that in the end it would inevitably alarm the police. Once I thought about it, I stopped thinking about it. I just felt that the opportunity for revenge was rare. If it hadn't been for Smith's guidance, where would I have thought that a super master from the other side would be boxing here? Then he said: "Okay, just follow this
Your intention."
The two of them brushed up and showed their postures. He Zhibai pointed his sword like a sword, raised his eyebrows towards Shang Nan as a salute, and Shang Nan returned the salute with clasped fists. Then they started fighting. He Zhibai's hand sword was like a dragon coming out of the sea, landing on the ground and rolling back.
Every move seemed to be unbreakable. Shang Nan found that his hand was glowing with green light, like a real sword. He knew that this was the arm sword introduced by Uncle Bao. Although the sword made of the arm was not as sharp as the real sword, it was
The sword's intention was conveyed smoothly and smoothly, but it was even better. With his kung fu reaching the level of He Zhibai, cutting open the opponent's chest and abdomen with bare hands was nothing more than child's play. Shang Nan didn't dare to catch his edge for a while, so he had to retreat. 2
The people moved forward and backward, their movements were extremely slow, and their movements were as graceful as flowing water. It didn't look like a martial arts contest but seemed like they were practicing moves. The foreigners who were watching the fight praised them repeatedly, and some good people actually started to follow the gestures.
Shang Nan was frightened while fighting. He had been preparing for this competition for several days. After Zhang Yongbao gave detailed instructions on the characteristics of He Zhibai's martial arts, he already knew that the power of He Zhibai's body sword was amazing and endless. He had made mental preparations before the fight.
Contingency strategy. At that time, I felt that Brother Hu and Uncle Bao were being too cautious. It was not until the actual fight that I realized how necessary the previous preparations were. He Zhibai's arm sword did not stop at the right hand, but suddenly changed to the right hand, and suddenly switched to the left hand.
The sword, even his legs and hair can be stimulated by Qi and blood. His long hair is thrown out like a sword. If he is hit by the hair, his skin will be broken and blood will flow.
Shang Nan's transformational fist, which he understood from Kanliu, is already an ever-changing boxing technique that is as perfect as one wishes. Compared with He Zhibai's swordsmanship, the changes are not at all superior to him. He Zhibai had nothing in his body that could not be used as a sword, no matter what he did,
How Shang Nan's boxing techniques changed and restrained him. He changed his left hand to his right, changed his legs, changed his hair, and even looked at Shang Nan with sword intent, which was frightening. Shang Nan several times diverted his slashing force into
The force of the counterattack made it difficult for them to resist. He used his unique fighting skills to trade for his life to resolve them. The two fought extremely slowly, but by this moment they were sweating profusely, and their mental and physical strength was greatly consumed. Each of them fought fiercely and dangerously.
The fierce fight with life and death is no less generous!
The two fought for nearly an hour and were still inseparable. One was the veteran Grandmaster Perfection, a peerless figure who had taken an eccentric approach to martial arts. The other was the new Grandmaster Perfection, a unique genius who had gradually become his own in the martial arts. If anything, there was something between the two.
The difference lies in concentration. By this time in the fight, Shang Nan had been completely immersed in it. Every move, every punch, every kick was completely immersed in it. His mind was in one thing and I forgot about both. But He Zhibai was anxious and angry, and his sword intent was soaring that he couldn't wait.
Shang Nan was beheaded with one sword. The two of them fought with slow fists and slow swords. The change in mentality finally made this strange battle come to an end. This change in the aura was only felt in the minds of the two of them.
Experience, the onlookers around come and go, not understanding the mystery at all. How can you tell who wins and who loses?
Shang Nan's fists suddenly changed. His left hand was still a flexible fist, but his right hand suddenly changed to a hard Tai Chi fist. In this way, the changes in the moves were doubled. This distraction and combined attack technique was passed down from Xiao Nan
Shang Nan, my brother's tough and tough father, didn't know enough about this technique. If he used it from the beginning, it would be like getting killed. But now he suddenly adopted it, but it immediately received miraculous effects. This weird method of fighting instantly disrupted the game.
He Zhibai's slow and continuous sword rhythm. In this move, Shang Nan used his left hand to guide He Zhibai's right sword. As the force changed, Shang Nan's body turned to He Zhibai's left. He Zhibai waved his left hand and continued to grab.
However, Shang Nan did not react as before, and continued to respond with his self-aware boxing skills. Instead, he raised his right hand and draped it like the wind, and swung a right single whip. This strike seemed to be slow.
It was extremely powerful, but his momentum was like a rainbow and his arms were as big as a mountain. If he really hit it, the force would be enough to shatter He Zhibai's entire body. He Zhibai's left-hand sword had absolutely no such power, so he didn't dare to fight Shang Nan. He had no choice but to force it.
Stopping the advance and forcing a retreat. This is like a car that is moving forward suddenly and suddenly stops and immediately retreats. The feeling is really unbearable. He Zhibai will have no chance to move forward after taking this step. Shang Nan puts his hands together and performs Tai Chi as hard as a dragon.
Wu Cangqiong, after a dozen punches, suddenly a seemingly light mark was placed on He Zhibai's chest.
He Zhibai's face immediately turned pale, knowing that he had been seriously injured. He turned around and walked away, but there was no trace of calmness in this walk. He jumped and escaped. Shang Nan stood there panting, watching He Zhibai go away.
Looking back, he said to himself: "Can you still leave?"