He has a lot of martial arts skills, but most of them are incomplete - the Heavenly Demon Slaying God Technique is incomplete, and many powerful moves were not completely deduced by Bai Lang himself. And did he deduce it? Not at all, because he is lazy.
Similarly, the so-called North Wind Palm Technique is not as detailed as the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms. It is simply that the magic of application lies in one's mind. At the end of the day, it is nothing more than a howling arctic cold wind. Just like the Heavenly Demon Slaying God Technique.
In Bailang's hands, it is just a skeletal yin energy that is violent and violent. Ni Shuihan's internal energy comes from top to bottom. In fact, there is no way to practice it from the bottom up - because Bailang is too lazy to study at all, he purely uses his innate power.
Qi is made from Yinzi.
In addition to the taiyin refining method and this body that has returned to life, we have achieved the innate magical skill Nishui Han. The pure Yin and cold energy has taken an upright and majestic path. "It's a pity.
Master's hair!" Bai Lang touched his bald chin, took a look at his lower body after soaking in the hot water pool, and breathed a sigh of relief that he finally had enough time to shave it off.
Now that I have become an innate master, my journey to martial arts is over. This body can no longer improve - either it is impossible, or it is really going to take the path of taiyin refining, which is much more dangerous than practicing martial arts. "I'm not a Taoist priest, where can I come from?
With such Taoist skills, it would be impossible to complete the Taiyin refining, even if that cheap master uncle comes to help." This is Bailang taking Master Qianshan too lightly. Who asked Bailang to do the Water Skin? He really doesn't know Qianshan.
How high is Shan Zhenren’s moral conduct?
While living in seclusion at Taihu Villa, Bai Lang also revised his sword skills, palm skills, boxing skills, leg skills and grappling skills, and added a few unique moves. Then all the disciples took the newly revised kung fu and practiced hard. "This gang
It would be great if the guy's martial arts wisdom can be learned. It is impossible to expect them to innovate." Bai Lang knew this very well. Most people in this world are just mediocre people. It is already very good to learn the skills passed down by their masters.
Already.
Bai Lang was either satisfied or dissatisfied with these modifications. He was more satisfied with the sword skills, boxing skills and grappling skills, but he was a little dissatisfied with the modified palm skills and kick skills. He always felt that he had lost a certain amount of courage - put it to him
The skills of people of the disciple's level may be stronger than the old martial arts, but if they reach the next level and reach the level of innateness, it will be worse. "This is a martial arts for low-level martial arts masters."
There is nothing you can do if you are a high-minded person. If you are not a martial arts genius, it is impossible to turn a set of ordinary martial arts into magic. For a person like Xiao Feng, he has innate martial arts with the Taizu Changquan, and he also has the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. He is an innate master.
It's him, not his martial arts. The same goes for Bai Lang, but his martial arts skills may be slightly inferior to Xiao Feng's. Bai Lang thinks this is probably true.
"You don't know anyone who hasn't beaten you, right?" Bai Lang said to himself, "This Xiao Feng, apart from being a bit stupid and having a comparative axis, he is really impeccable in martial arts." This is Xiao Feng.
If a true fighting genius had the opportunity of Bai Lang, I really don't know how far he could soar into the sky. Little did he know that Bai Lang himself was also a strange person in the eyes of others. Although he was not his real body, he still had a heroic spirit in him.
gas.
This soul rushed into battle and beheaded generals, and he performed many tricks, especially among the heroes in the late Han Dynasty. Of course, he was born with a majestic and heroic spirit. So even though he was only in his twenties,
, those people were also trembling in front of him - this was partly due to his dark face, which could offset a lot of seriousness. Otherwise, these people would have kowtowed to beg for mercy, or sit on the sword.
Waiting on the side for the general to give the command.
The plot of Tian Long Ba Bu has also begun. Bai Lang has seen what Duan Yu looks like. He is just a small Chen Hao Min, and his father is Tang Boss. Bai Lang is now curious about what Jiumozhi looks like. If he is a certain Hong Kong Island
Li's appearance is so funny. What does Qiao Feng look like? Bai Lang thinks it's definitely not Huang - because Huang is too short, and Qiao Feng is a big man from the north, so it's probably Hu. Murong Fu really
I’ve seen it before, isn’t it the classic Zhang Guomou?
I don’t know who Xu Zhu is. Anyway, when Bai Lang was boating on Tai Lake that day, he definitely saw a small boat heading towards the land that should be Murong’s house. Bai Lang had excellent eyesight, "Hey? Isn’t this Li Guolin? Look at him.
Is this a monk dressed like this? Hey, this is Jiumozhi, the Ming King of the Snow Mountain." The person dragging him is undoubtedly Chen. Isn't this the young prince? Bailang immediately tapped his toes, and the person turned into a breeze.
Crossing the lake, we directly followed the boat that turned into the river.
Sure enough, along the way, they immediately found a manor on the water - as mentioned in the book, this was where the maids of the Murong family lived. "You are really rich as fuck." Bailang cursed inwardly, and as expected, the A'Zhu he saw was just like that.
It's Bai Jie, Abi doesn't matter, she doesn't need to care, she is just a beauty. A group of people are here to settle accounts with Murong Fu, but Murong is not here. Bai Lang is hiding in the dark to listen to the news, but does not show up.
"I don't look like a high monk at all. I only think about martial arts." Bai Lang looked at Jiumozhi's flame knife, "It's also very good martial arts. This Ming Wang is actually almost able to enter the innate world - regardless of combat power,
This martial arts cultivation level is close." However, this step is probably thousands of mountains and rivers. "Thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains! Don't be afraid of the wind and rain!" Bailang hummed this song softly, but he was still thinking about the Ming Dynasty in his heart.
In order to break through innate martial arts, it mainly depends on the person. If the person is not good, no matter how brilliant the martial arts secrets are, it will be useless. As for the sweeping monk who said that Shaolin's advanced martial arts requires the use of Buddhism to eliminate the hostility, Bai Lang can only say that he is half right.
, "This is an idealistic martial art, and it is normal to have a clear mind - personality and martial arts match each other, they complement each other." Buddhist martial arts should also have the Vajra Angry Eyes, as for Taoist martial arts
Bailang thought of "Chongxu" to maintain health, but it was not the case. "The sky is dead. The Yellow Turban Army that Huang Tiandang established, or Zhang Tianshi who attacked the mountains and destroyed the temples. Which of these martial arts are Chongxu and nourishing health? The Taoist Black Emperor method is one of the inherited martial arts.
Forget about being so cruel and ferocious, I think several Shaolin monks were all killed."
Seeing that the little prince was about to be burned, and there was blood all over the place, the little prince managed to escape. Regardless of Duan Yu, Jiumozhi saw Duan Yu running away and was about to take action when suddenly someone appeared in front of him. Bai Lang
The body was only a little over 1.7 meters tall, and the snow-capped mountain monk was about the same height as him. After Bailang appeared instantly, the monk had quick hands, pointed his toes to the ground and retreated, and at the same time used his palms to strike with the flame knife, like a phoenix spreading its wings, and slashed in succession.