Hong Kong comprehensive begins, seek the law from the heavens

Chapter 14 I practice iron cloth shirt!
Two days passed quickly.

Lin Mosheng was practicing Guliu Muay Thai and Baji Zhuang at the same time.

I didn't even go fishing for law enforcement these two days, no, I went to collect good deeds.

Because he discovered one thing.

That is, although with the help of good deeds, you can quickly help yourself to deduce a skill to the limit.

But skills are skills, and combat is not all about stacking skills.

For example, Bajiquan and Guliu Muay Thai, both of which can be mastered by themselves with the help of the system.

But to really master the two skills and integrate the two skills into one's own boxing, this is something the system cannot help.

Of course, it is also possible that your own good deeds are not enough.

But no matter what, practicing martial arts can really make Lin Mosheng happy.

Especially this kind of martial arts training where you can see progress and you can use cheating devices at critical times.

He felt like he was playing a special game in the liver.

How to use the least "experience value" to learn the most skills, how to integrate skills and improve character attributes.

Thinking about it this way, the suffering and tiredness during martial arts practice are nothing.

After Lin Mosheng finished practicing Bajiquan again, he glanced at his rapidly improving proficiency Bajiquan LV2 (12/1000), and sighed to himself, "I really do have such a bit of talent."

In Director Ma's office, a grim-looking middle-aged man with half-gray hair was looking at a water mirror.

The strange thing is that the scene inside Lin Mosheng's house is reflected in the water mirror!
Director Ma asked nervously, "How is it? Feng Laosi."

Fourth Feng's figure was thin. If Lin Mosheng was here, he would have exclaimed Uncle Nine in surprise, and he would also reflect why Director Ma kept persuading him to take refuge in Dongpingzhou.

With 'Uncle Nine', a master of Taoism, no matter how many people there are in the club, they still deliver food.

Feng Lao Si thought for a while, "Wizards who practice martial arts, but their foundation is still shallow, and they don't even have a famous teacher to teach them."

"Why do you say that?"

Director Ma asked curiously.

Fourth Feng raised his finger and pointed to Lin Mosheng in the water mirror, "The human body has the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit. The so-called practice is nothing more than refining essence to transform Qi, refining Qi to transform spirit, refining spirit to return emptiness, and refining emptiness to harmonize the Tao."

"But people's energy is limited, so they not only need to practice, but also make up. He can only practice but not make up. If this continues, within three years, he will lose his vitality and hurt his foundation."

"Then what should we do?" Director Ma asked nervously. Lin Mosheng is a good young man, and he doesn't want his staff to be abolished in the future.

Feng Laosi waved his hand, "It's okay, I'll write you a prescription later, you give it to him, let him take it according to the prescription, and you can make up for the deficiency in Qi and blood."

Director Ma rolled his eyes, "Fourth Brother Feng, you have confiscated your apprentice for so many years, how do you see the newborn?"

"I watched him grow up. You know his father, he died in the line of duty, and his family background is absolutely innocent..."

Feng Laosi interrupted, "My inheritance is of great importance, and I still need to investigate it."

Director Ma nodded, and then talked about another matter, "Can you protect the baby in the Kowloon Walled City tonight?"

Although he knew his old partner's method, the Kowloon Walled City was the society's world after all.

Feng Laosi didn't worry much about this, but calmly stated a fact, "They practice martial arts, while I practice Taoism!"

Director Ma's expression froze, well, this answer is domineering enough.

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As night fell, the Kowloon Walled City seemed to come alive.

Today's Fuxing Building is even more lively than the day before yesterday.

If Lin Mosheng put on the ring before and everyone still wanted to see a joke, then after Lin Mosheng killed the prefix D, everyone knew more about this 'little policeman'.

The opponent was able to kill Liangkun at the beginning, but now it seems that it is definitely not just luck.

In the stands on the second floor, Chen Haonan had already arrived, and asked the 'Prince' Gan Zitai next to him, "What do you think his chances of winning today are?"

Gan Zitai glanced at King Kong who had already stepped onto the ring, and the muscles on the opponent's hill-like body bulged.

The most peculiar thing is that King Kong's skin is not only dark, but also has a blue-iron color under the light, like cast iron that hasn't been cast well.

"Iron cloth shirt?"

Gan Zitai shook his head, "I've entered the door, but it's a pity that the heat is not enough."

He thought for a while, thinking of Lin Mo's viciousness the day before his death, "If that kid recovers from his injuries, it is very feasible for both sides to lose. Of course, the possibility of losing is even greater. Iron cloth shirt is very restrained against steel fists like Muay Thai. "

The pheasant next to him also agreed, and while peeling the grapes, he looked at Chen Haonan, "If you want to save that little policeman, you still have time to do it now. Even if you are in the ring, you can't interrupt."

Chen Haonan shook his head slightly, "It seems that you don't like him."

Gan Zitai became interested, "What? Take a gamble?"

Chen Haonan nodded, "I will help you with one thing if I lose, and you will do one thing for me if you lose."

The bet was not small, but Gan Zitai licked the corner of his mouth excitedly.

He likes two things in his life, practicing martial arts and gambling.

Now that the two things are combined into one, there is nothing to dare to end.

"it is good!"

While the two were talking, Lin Mosheng had already entered the ring.

King Kong noticed the bandage wrapped around Lin Mosheng's right hand, and his mind immediately settled down.

Sure enough, this kid's injury is not healed, that kind of injury, unless it is a monster, it is absolutely impossible to heal within two days.

King Kong stretched out his ten fingers, and pinched in Lin Mosheng's direction, making a crackling sound of frying beans.

"Did you hear that, boy, I'll crush your bones like this later."

Lin Mosheng turned to look at the host as if he didn't see the provocation, "Can we announce the start?"

The host didn't dare to be partial this time like last time, he nodded, and then said to everyone, "Buy and leave! Live or die!"

As the bell rang immediately.

King Kong didn't rush to attack recklessly like the initial D, but put on a defensive posture, moving his feet in small steps, and approached Lin Mosheng a little bit.

If Lin Mosheng stepped forward, he could wait for the work at ease, and if Lin Mosheng retreated, he would force him to the corner of the ring.

Lin Mosheng glanced at King Kong's sinful red light, which is slightly redder than the initial D.

It's a good hunt!
With a kick on his back foot, he sprinted forward.

The left fist is like electricity!

Faster.

Gan Zitai's face changed for the first time, and Lin Mosheng's speed was obviously faster than two days ago.

If it wasn't for him hiding his strength last time, it means that Lin Mosheng broke through himself in two days.

Is this a trick, or is Lin Mosheng the kind of one-of-a-kind martial arts prodigy who breaks through himself under absolute pressure?

Although King Kong on the court felt it more deeply, he even knew that he could no longer catch up with Lin Mosheng in terms of speed.

but!

My practice is iron cloth shirt!
(End of this chapter)