() At the same moment, Wang Xiaobo was sitting on the chair that now belonged to him, with his two feet placed high on the desk and his toes swinging from side to side rhythmically.
Nima, being a bad secretary is really tiring. In the past three days, Da'ao Village and Wangjia Village have been in a state of flux, and they were almost assassinated by a killer. Damn it, you Guan Xiwang can do it, but I can't? If you want to do it, just do it.
The bigger one will kill you. He cursed secretly, gradually fell asleep, leaned back, and locked eyes.
Ah! It would be nice if someone gave me a massage at this time, preferably a woman. He thought to himself, and seemed to have some kind of passion welling up in his heart.
Woman, woman! I haven’t touched a woman since I came to Beishan. Xiaomei was in Lingnan, with those bloody peach blossom eyes and sexy mouth, hehe, it’s exciting to think about it; Su Yingying? Although she is beautiful, she is too noble.
It’s just out of reach; Qingsao? Yes, this Qingsao is really good, her waves are vigorous, so awesome. Ha! What a good person you are, send her to the provincial capital for training, how wonderful it would be to bring her to Beishan, this time
Isn't it possible...
Then, Comrade Wang Xiaobo's little brother stood up with his head held high, and his crotch seemed to be filled with wind and became round and bulging.
He used to be a virgin, so it didn't matter. But ever since he and Mrs. Qing secretly ate meat, the sexual desire has been rising all the time, and the younger brother has not been so obedient. He always makes a lot of noise before going to bed and after waking up. "
Degenerate, really degenerate." He slapped himself hard and cursed himself secretly.
Stop it, since ancient times, which hero didn't love beautiful women? I'm not married yet, so it's not a sin to have a beautiful woman. If there's a hero and a beautiful woman who will sing forever, wouldn't it be even more perfect?
He was thinking, should he develop one in Beishan? That teacher Xiaoli is really good. Her eyes are a bit like Su Yingying, her mouth is a bit like Xiaomei, and her figure is comparable to Qing's sister-in-law. The two jade rabbits alone are definitely not smaller than Qing's sister-in-law. It's a pity.
A good family guy, not gentle enough, but also flashes of a kind of intimidating positive energy from time to time.
Wang Xiaobo was thinking wildly, and his little brother became more and more disobedient, and there was a surge of heat. He quickly sat upright, talked about old things, adopted new things, and practiced his mental skills.
Since breaking through to the fifth level of his mind, he found that his inner breath was often unable to keep up, and even using the sword cauldron to help didn't help.
The existence of inner breath depends on the practitioners gathering it bit by bit, and it will break through on its own at a certain time. But such a breakthrough is closely related to physical constitution, opportunity, bones, etc. Sometimes, after practicing for twenty
Years are in vain. Going to another level is harder than reaching the sky.
Wang Xiaobo knows that his bones are in good condition, but he has recently broken through three levels in a row, and his physique has been exhausted.
According to the master, national martial arts is generally divided into ten levels and three grades. The first three levels are called Qi training. As long as you practice internal skills and mental methods since childhood, you can generally achieve it, but it just takes a long time; the fourth to sixth levels are called martial arts masters, and there are prospects.
Depending on a martial artist's physique, chance, and bones, there are less than 500 people who have reached this level in the country; those who are at levels seven to ten are called masters, and they are top masters, and there are no more than 100 people in the country, especially
The ninth and tenth level masters are all 100 years old.
Among the seventh- and eighth-level masters under the age of 50, it is widely said that "the flying leg is full of pride, the flying fox is Zhu Qingshan, the one-fingered Li Cangbai, the wolf is howling in the sky, the forest mangosteen, and the snake demon Wu Xiaoju" are all one.
Even the master has no chance to meet such a master.
Of course, these five people often move around in the arena, so they are somewhat famous. Some other masters serve as instructors in a special force called "Snow Wolf" secretly formed by the state, and they are all at the rank of colonel or above.
Military rank. A fifth-level martial artist like Wang Xiaobo is at least a major in the Snow Wolf Army.
It's a pity that his physique is now greatly exhausted. If he continues to practice, if he doesn't do it well, he may go crazy.
Suddenly, he noticed a slight vibration on the floor. This kind of vibration could not be felt by ordinary people. Only fifth-level martial arts masters like Wang Xiaobo, who had practiced Tianear, could detect this tiny vibration.
Wang Xiaobo frowned and walked on the old floor. His voice was so quiet. His skill was definitely not inferior to his.
His current internal strength cannot keep up, and he lacks confidence. As time goes by, his skill may drop from level five to level four, or even level three, or even level two, until he runs out of internal energy.
He still knew a thing or two about Lao Mao's strategy and tactics of enemy advancing while we retreat, so he quietly jumped out of the back window.
Run, be an escape hero today, Wang Xiaobo thought, and ran forward quickly.
It was too late, and this escape hero was not so good. The footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer. From the sound, Wang Xiaobo could tell that the inner breath of the person behind him was very stable, but he felt a little inner breath and could not keep up.
What's more, there is already a cliff ahead, so we can only fight to the death.
He suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared coldly at the tall man five meters away.
The tall man had an expressionless face and walked forward with firm steps.
One step, two steps, three steps.
The two men moved almost at the same time. Two strong air currents intertwined in the silent night sky, making a loud bang...
The night returned to its original calm.
The tall man staggered back five steps, while Wang Xiaobo flew towards the cliff like a kite.
A sneer and pride appeared on the tall man's face. He only glanced at the cliff, then slowly turned around in boredom.
Since ancient times, heroes have always been lonely. There is really no one who has escaped from the hands of Wolf Howling Yuntian Lin Shanzhu. It's just a pity that such a young fifth-level martial artist has a bright future. It's all about money. One hundred thousand yuan is really not a small amount.
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Wang Xiaobo flew down the cliff like a cloud and mist.
Just as he was about to hit the ground, the darts in his hand also flew away with the falling force. The rebounding airflow slowed his falling body. The second and third darts flew to the ground again, and the rebounding airflow gradually strengthened.
, Wang Xiaobo finally landed safely on the ground.
He knew that the opponent's skill was between level seven and eight and that he was no match for him. He would definitely lose without a single move in the fight. The master once used this move to fake death and win his life.
Whether it is to survive in danger or to escape in danger, I can only use this trick today. For a master like Wolf Howling Yuntian Lin Shanzhu, this is really the only way to escape.
Proud and proud. Wang Xiaobo's face seemed to have that Ah Q-like pleasure. Paralyzed, I will one day get this situation back.
It's not easy to become a seventh-level master. Ten years? Twenty years? Ten thousand years is too long to seize the day. Maybe time is the best killer. Twenty years from now, I will only be forty years old, and you will be howling in the sky. Lin Shanzhu has already
I'm almost seventy, and by then I'm afraid I'm already at the gate of hell.
Wang Xiaobo just stretched his limbs and lay comfortably between the sky and the earth facing the bright moon.
A gust of fishy wind blew by, and before he could react, he was already lifted high in the air.
