There is no need to think too much at this moment. Since this master wants to see his martial arts, let him see it. Bai Lang let out a tiger roar, and a strong wind circle erupted all over his body. "This kind of martial arts is scattered but not condensed.
I have no choice but to deal with that weak chicken. This is the martial arts you use in the battle formation." In front of him, Zhou Shubi still looked like a gangster squatting, and even the smoke he sprayed did not deform at all, just pretending that the strong wind erupting from the white waves did not exist.
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The violent wind of Bailang's Nandou White Tiger Fist spread directly to a range of hundreds of miles. "Is it necessary? Are you unable to control your strength or are you spreading it deliberately to rush into the formation?" The baboon monster finally stood up and casually
Then he put on a posture, "Arhat Niwang's posture is enough for fun."
Bailang started with the test. He raised his hand, and a tornado was generated directly from Zhou Shubi's feet. The baboon did not move and took the blow. Then Bailang struck down with his palm, and another cone-shaped tornado struck from Zhou Shubi's head.
, and this time Zhou Shubi remained motionless and continued.
"This is too sissy, just come here and kill me!" Zhou Shubi shouted in a low voice, and then he released a wave casually. There was a fist mark in the ball of light, and he easily defeated the six or seven Bailang released. I watched TV.
All the tornadoes were destroyed. Then Bai Lang didn't say a word, and his figure suddenly appeared and disappeared, and he came to Zhou Shubi with fists, palms, legs and feet.
Every blow is like a spear or a halberd or a giant hammer or a battle axe. The strength of the Thirteen Taibao's golden bell shield has long been perfected. In this world, it is already invulnerable to water and fire. It is a first-class body-refining magical power.
When Zhou Shubi faced such a fierce blow, he just stretched out his palm to receive it without wavering at all.
"I can only say that the strength is okay! Next..." Zhou Shubi lowered his elbow and directly twisted Bailang's anti-joint. Now the joint technique and strangulation technique came, together with Zhou Baboon
Using his striking skills, Zhou Shubi directly broke through Bailang's defensive posture. With three moves and two moves, he broke through his golden bell shield magical power and directly twisted Bailang into a twist.
The baboon's wild laughter resounded throughout the world, "Boy, you haven't done enough yet!" He let go of Bai Lang, "Inside and outside? What a troublesome thing, you haven't been able to understand it completely in this breath, at least you have to do it again.
Only by taking this step of self-will can you barely stand in front of me. Work hard, kid."
The baboon raised his head and glanced at the sky, "This battle will not be known to anyone. The demonic energy within a hundred miles is suppressed by me. Even the gods and Buddhas in the sky dare not watch. Hahahaha." Zhou Shubi moved his arms.
"Don't lose my face." After saying this, the monster stepped out and disappeared into the void.
This time it was Bai Lang's turn to squat on the side of the road like a toilet. He needed to slow down. He had the unfinished cigar in his mouth, "Why is this thief from the military station here?" Bai Lang cursed incessantly.
Not cleanly, but he only dared to beep quietly. If you think about it carefully, Zhou Shubi did not use any stronger force than him when fighting him. He only controlled the force to be the same as him, or maybe even a little lower.
What the opponent showed was extremely good eyesight and extremely cruel close-up fighting skills. He easily dismantled his offensive, and looking back now, every blow hit his own protective energy that he thought was integrated.
In that tiny gap - he really didn't know there would be such a flaw.
What's more important is the terrifyingly strong aura, which suppressed his white tiger intention, as if the white tiger was just playing in the baboon's iron claws. "Perhaps it is this kind of oppression that makes a certain
Qi machine is not working well?" Bai Lang felt that this might be an opportunity for him to go further.
As for the blows and joint strangles in Bai Da Kung Fu, Bai Lang is very aware of their ferocity, but he is really not very good at joint strangles. He can only be amazed at the skillful transformation of techniques by himself, a master of the thief army - this in
The style is completely different. Bailang's martial arts style is more suitable for battle formation. This is something that his experience in multiple worlds has made him deflect intentionally or unintentionally.
Bailang thought of the demon monk that day. This one had a similar style, and was also the target of severe punishment by Buddhism - the baboon was beaten for provocation, but this demon monk was simply an enemy of Buddhism. He had not met many of them yet.
As for the experts from the Buddhist sect, in fact, he has never even met the masters from the Taoist sect. He has almost always met the strong people from the secular world.
However, he has only seen two grandmasters with the same background as him. Bailang is still looking forward to seeing more people, but can he find a way out of them? Bailang doesn't think he has to expect too much. He squats on the roadside and smokes a cigarette.
My mood is floating around like smoke, completely undefined.
While squatting like this, this guy raised his eyelids and looked lazily at the road - there was a long motorcade coming from there. "Oh, we're going back now." Bai Lang felt that his legs were a little numb, "It seems that Purity
It’s not enough. This squatting method is not suitable for a good person like me who has never been in a kiln.” So he switched to sitting.
It's so simple. Just find a big stone and cut everything with a knife. Wouldn't this stool be just fine? There's no need to find ears of rice to pile up. Bailang just sat on the stone with a golden sword, watching the convoy passing by.
As it got closer and closer, of course the speed of the convoy became slower and slower, and finally stopped in front of him.
Bai Lang had already figured out who this convoy belonged to early on. Wasn't it the convoy of Mingyue Princess Ying Queyue? It also brought many rewards from him, although Bai Lang declined many of them. As expected, after the convoy stopped, a group of guards appeared first
, then the eunuchs and palace maids laid out blankets and so on, and finally Princess Mingyue came out and said hello to him - the other party seemed not to take his rejection of the marriage seriously.
Bailang also responded with a greeting, and the two parties seemed to be acquaintances. "The princess is going back too, so she's on the way." Bailang said casually. "Oh, did Brother Yuzhu wait for me on the roadside specially?" The princess
She took off her veil, revealing her beautiful face, and looked at Bai Lang with "curious" eyes.
Bai Lang smiled, and he took the cigar, which was part of the princess's curious eyes, in his hand, "Well, that's not entirely true." Bai Lang felt that it was better to just follow what the princess said, so as not to be too inhumane, "
My master came here just now and we all had some practice, but of course I was beaten one-sidedly." He said nonchalantly.
The princess' curious eyes brightened, "Can you defeat the interior master? No, the interior master's master? He must be the real foreign minister, right? Or one of the gods and Buddhas in the sky?" Bai Lang raised his beard and laughed, "Where, I think
He's probably a Bodhisattva. Maybe, it's what he said himself. Judging from your appearance, I'll introduce you to you if I have the chance in the future."