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Chapter 15: Refining Qi without practicing martial arts is worse than a paper tiger
The autumn wind blew away the dust, and the whole place was silent.

Everyone was stunned.

None of them expected that Fang Lang could really defeat the fourth-grade Pavilion Master Meng Ying with his third-grade cultivation.

Those who had previously mocked Fang Lang began to tremble involuntarily.

The students in the martial arts hall were at a loss and looked at Fang Lang in horror, with dull expressions.

This person actually defeated the gym owner with just one move?
They swallowed and suddenly realized that Meng Ying's life or death was unknown, so they hurried over to check.

After this examination, it was found that the bones in Meng Ying's arms were broken, the ribs on his chest were all dented, his internal organs were injured and bleeding to varying degrees, and he fell into a coma.

"Hurry...take him to the hospital quickly."

The martial arts school students panicked and found a stretcher to carry Meng Ying away.

"See Uncle Xia, I win!"

After Meng Ying was carried out of the martial arts hall, Yun Miaoyin recovered from the shock that Fang Lang had brought to her and understood that her bet with Uncle Xia had won.

"This...it's impossible."

Uncle Xia stared at Fang Lang and murmured to himself, he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him.

"What's impossible? Anyway, I won the bet, so you have to listen to me from now on!"

Yun Miaoyin looked excited and felt happy in her heart.

"Miss……"

Uncle Xia's face turned bitter.

If I had known that Fang Lang was so powerful, I wouldn't have made a bet with Yun Miaoyin!

"As a fourth-grade warrior, Meng Ying is nothing more than this. I, Yun Miaoyin, is a peerless genius, and he is not qualified to teach me. Only this person who can defeat a fourth-grade warrior with one move of the third grade is worthy of being my teacher!"

Yun Miaoyin looked at Fang Lang with admiration, her eyes filled with little stars.

Fang Lang stood in the pit and moved his body under the shocked eyes. He felt burning pain all over his body.

"Bajiquan is a foreign martial art after all. Although it is strong and powerful, sweeping everything, but exerting it with full strength is really too exhausting for the body."

"From this point of view, each of the eight levels of Tai Chi has its own advantages, but my current level is too low. The Tai Chi I play cannot neutralize the enemy's power, let alone cause as much destructive power as Bajiquan."

Fang Lang felt the pain coming from his body and seemed to have some realization.

"I feel much more comfortable. Let's pay for the phone now!"

After knocking down the Qingzhou Warrior University's martial arts gym in Le'an County, Fang Lang felt extremely happy.

He walked to the foot of the martial arts training ground, picked up his backpack, took out a shirt and put it on.

After the Baji Quan, his shirt was all torn to pieces and could no longer be worn, so he had to change into another one.

While Fang Lang was changing clothes, four wealthy young men rushed in from outside the martial arts gym.

"Am I late?"

The leader of the group was a fat man from a rich family. He found his friend in the crowd.

This friend of his was the one who called him to come to the show.

"The cucumber dishes will be cold by the time you come."

The fat man’s friend was wearing a pair of sunglasses, but when he was watching the game, he pushed the sunglasses to the top of his head.

"I'll give it a try...does anyone really dare to kick the martial arts gym opened by Qingzhou Warrior University?"

The fat man looked at the deep pit in the martial arts training ground with a look of disbelief.

The man in sunglasses said with lingering fear: "It's not just a dare, the signboard was smashed, and the owner of the martial arts hall was seriously injured by him."

The fat man exclaimed: "What? Why don't you record it when it's so wonderful?"

The man in sunglasses scolded: "Are you looking for death? This is the martial arts hall of Qingzhou Warrior University. Who dares to take pictures with a mobile phone?"

The fat man sighed lightly, he was a step late and didn't see anything.

"Who is the person who is kicking the gym?" The fat man looked around and saw Yun Miaoyin, and muttered: "Why is that little devil Yun Miaoyin here too?" "That's the guy changing clothes over there, do you see that?" Sunglasses The man crooked the fat man's neck and said, "Let's go out and talk. This man is a ruthless man. He dares to tear down the sign of the martial arts hall. He is also a third-level martial artist at a young age. He beat the fourth-level master Meng Ying half to death with one move. When you meet him in the future, don’t offend him!”

The fat man nodded repeatedly. When he found out that Yun Miaoyin was here, he wanted to sneak out.

The man in sunglasses pulled him out and said that this was just what he wanted.

Before leaving, he looked at Fang Lang carefully, remembered Fang Lang's appearance in his mind, and added it to the list of people who should never be messed with.

After these rich kids left, the onlookers gradually dispersed.

They also looked at Fang Lang before leaving, feeling unable to calm down for a long time.

Fang Lang changed his clothes and was also ready to leave.

When he walked towards the door of the martial arts hall, Yun Miaoyin rushed in front of him.

"Master, that move you used to defeat Meng Ying was so powerful. Can you teach me?"

Yun Miaoyin stopped Fang Lang and called Master Fang Lang directly.

"It is you……"

Fang Lang was deeply impressed by Yun Miaoyin.

When he challenged Meng Ying before, everyone tried to persuade him to give up or ridiculed him. Only this little girl cheered for him.

"It's me, it's me!" Yun Miaoyin said excitedly: "Master, can you teach me martial arts? Do you think I am a genius?"

In order to become a disciple of Fang Lang, Yun Miaoyin learned the move that Fang Lang used to defeat Meng Ying, and directly activated her inner strength and mental skills to reveal her own level.

"How's it going? I'm 17 years old and a second-grade warrior. Am I powerful?"

Yun Miaoyin looked at Fang Lang proudly and thought, "I have such a talent, I can't believe he refuses to be my teacher!"

"A second-grade warrior, but why do I think you can't defeat a first-grade warrior?"

Fang Lang looked at Yun Miaoyin with a half-smile.

When Yun Miaoyin heard this, her little face turned red, and she quibbled for a while: "You...you're talking nonsense!"

Uncle Xia stood aside and snickered.

He knew very well about his young lady.

Yun Miaoyin is indeed very talented. She is a second-grade warrior at the age of 17.

But she only practices internal skills, mental skills, and qi. She doesn't learn any basic boxing skills, basic palm skills, or basic fighting skills.

As for more advanced martial arts and the use of Qi, she had never even thought about it.

Some time ago, Yun Miaoyin was defeated by a classmate who was a first-grade warrior in school.

This made her lose face at school, and she was depressed for a long time.

Her mother knew that she was unwilling to learn basic boxing and palm skills, so she spent a lot of money to let her practice martial arts with Meng Ying, the master of the gym.

Who would have known that when he came to the martial arts hall today, the master of the martial arts hall, Meng Ying, would be seriously injured and sent to the hospital.

"Nonsense? I'm not talking nonsense." Fang Lang had once been a teacher, and since he had a love for talents, he reminded Yun Miaoyin: "You can't just practice Qi, so don't waste your great talent."

After speaking, Fang Lang smiled and walked out of the martial arts hall.

He saw Yun Miaoyin's problem the moment she showed her anger.

Yun Miaoyin’s problem is big, very big!

She only practices Qi, not body, and doesn't even learn basic boxing moves. Who can she beat?
"Although qi refining is fundamental, this world is not a world of immortality. There are no spells, only martial arts. Refining qi alone is of no use."

"Refining qi without practicing martial arts is worse than a paper tiger."

Fang Lang shook his head and walked out of the martial arts hall, ignoring Yun Miaoyin.

　Looking for new books to read and recommend.

　　


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