The City of Terror

Ps: Since the previous book skirt was closed, the poor road opened a new book skirt, the group number is: 49505078. Brothers and sisters who like this book and like to be poor can join this group to talk about life and exchange ideas.

Needless to say, the current is released, and the health attribute has increased by 1.5, consuming 150 evolution points, and the physical fitness has increased by 0.75 due to the improvement of health attributes.

After Wei Xiaobei thought for a while in his mind, he probably figured out what happened.

I was hit hard before, but after the evolutionary point was put into the health attribute, the body quickly recovered for some reason.

Even so, after Wei Xiaobei left the gray world, he slept for three days in reality, and the physical trauma was restored.

In fact, when Wei Xiaobei closed his eyes, he could feel the vitality of the body more vigorously than before.

This means that the improvement of health attributes means that your vitality will improve, and you will be able to regain your ability to recover after injury.

It turned out that Wei Xiaobei thought about it, touched the fisherman's water pill, and took care of the boss who was not paying attention to it. He threw it into the bowl and wrapped it with a layer of red oil and swallowed it.

As the fisherman's water pill became a heat flow throughout the body, the evolutionary point in the property panel increased by 20.

At 50 evolution points, Wei Xiaobei did not use these 50 evolution points and continued to eat noodles.

Waiting for Xiaobei to return to the martial arts hall, the brothers and sisters care about Wei Xiaobei, what happened.

These cares made Wei Xiaobei feel moved at the same time, and there were some headaches. He could only say that he had some colds before.

After the brothers and sisters had dealt with the past, Wei Xiaobei found Cheng Biwu, who was sitting in the indoor performance hall drinking tea, and respectfully respected Master.

Fortunately, Cheng Biwu did not ask Wei Xiaobei's movements in the past few days. He just nodded and then turned his attention to the teacup in his hand.

"Master, that, when can I learn Liuhe big gun?"

Wei Xiaobei was quite dissatisfied with the ability to use the iron fork. Therefore, when he saw Master, he asked about it. When Master learned the Liuhe big gun, the momentum was fierce and fierce, and it was really envious of Wei Xiaobei who watched it.

"Liuhe big gun?"

Cheng Biwu put down the teacup in his hand and turned to look at Wei Xiaobei. He smiled and asked: "You haven’t been fully sturdy in basic skills, you want to practice Liuhe big gun?"

Wei Xiaobei is waiting to answer, and suddenly there is a flash of light in his mind. No, if Master knows his current strength, I am afraid it will scare him to death.

When I want to come, Wei Xiaobei has not been able to move from the initial practice until now, and it will be less than a month before and after. From a beginner to three or four years, this progress is too fast.

If you can remember all the basic skills in a short period of time, it is already a genius, but within a month, not only will you remember the basic skills, practice, but also achieve a certain degree of skill, which is too enchanting.

Wei Xiaobei still does not want Master to have a bad opinion about himself.

If you think that you are an art teacher, if you don’t report it, then you will be sad.

Although it is not too much for this kind of thing, in the mind of Master, I am afraid that there will be a big amnesty.

Just because of this thought, Wei Xiaobei had to nod his head in frustration and bowed to Master. He planned to go out to the outdoor performance field to practice basic skills.

But just after Wei Xiaobei just turned around, Cheng Biwu’s voice rang a little: “With your qualifications, it’s not bad to practice Liuhe’s shots now. You can make a foundation first.”

Hearing Master’s words came out, Wei Xiaobei’s heart could not help but burst into excitement and immediately turned around: “Thank you, Master.”

"Ha ha ha, thank you, thank you, sit down first."

Cheng Biwu pointed to the chair next to Wei Weibei to sit down.

After waiting for Wei Xiaobei to sit down, Cheng Biwu took care of the train of thought and asked: "Xiaobei, can you know the source of my Chinese martial arts?"

When Wei Xiaobei listened to this question, he was a bit dumbfounded. He wanted to say what Huaxia martial arts came out of Shaolin, what Wudang, 崆峒, Emei, Qingcheng, but he knew a little, but the source of this Chinese martial arts, he really did not know.

If it is Shaolin, Wei Xiaobei is estimated to be slap by the master to the fan.

"The disciple does not know."

Wei Xiaobei honestly answered.

"Martial martial arts, the initial definition is the technology to eliminate the war! Originated from the battle of the battlefield to kill the enemy."

Cheng Biwu was quite proud of the Weibei North Science Popularization.

Wei Xiaobei nodded honestly.

"That, ask the teacher, what is the national surgery?"

Cheng Biwu continued to smile and asked.

"National art should be our Chinese martial arts?"

Wei Xiaobei had some hesitant answers. At this time, he regretted that he did not understand these things when he was online. He would not be red-faced in front of Master.

"Well, you are right. The national art refers to our traditional Chinese martial arts. It is a respect for martial arts. There is another saying, that is, only killing the enemy, not performing martial arts is called the national art!"

Cheng Biwu said that the tone suddenly became majestic. He heard that Xiaobei’s body was shocked, and he couldn’t help but whisper: “Only killing the enemy’s martial arts?”

Seeing Wei Xiaobei listened in, Cheng Biwu nodded: "My Cheng Biwu is a national skill."

"Remember! Just kill the enemy, don't perform!"

Cheng Biwu particularly emphasized one sentence.

Wei Xiaobei hurriedly nodded and said: "Is it a flower shelf?"

Cheng Biwu couldn't help but laugh: "The general performances are all performance routines, and they can't be said to be flower racks."

After a few laughs with Wei Xiaobei, Cheng Biwu then took a large gun at the weapon rack and stood at the center of the martial arts field. The big gun was poked toward the ground. The three-meter gun was like a gun. The flagpole, straight up, slightly shaking.

"This is a big gun. In ancient times, this big gun was a special weapon for cavalry. Generally speaking, the gun of this big gun is best made of ash tree, and it is elastic and tough, but now there are not many ash trees. The big gun for the teacher was put in his hometown. This big gun was made of mulberry wood. It was not bad. It was three meters long and three feet long. It weighed eight pounds and two."

As Cheng Biwu’s words sounded, the big gun moved with it, and the gun head turned into a red line and went out. For a moment, the guns and the big guns, the big guns that danced, shuttled back and forth, and sometimes pulled out. Sometimes it is like a silver snake flying in the air.

Wei Xiaobei was the first to see this Liuhe big gun. He couldn’t help but look at it for a while. When Cheng Biwu’s big gun was recovered, Wei Xiaobei woke up from that obsession.

"This six-in-one big gun, pay attention to eighteen words: wrap, block, hug, pumping, holding, flashing, supporting, smashing, frustrating, smashing, catching, generation, mentioning, breaking, collapsing, picking, hooking, tying... ..."

Cheng Biwu asked Wei Xiaobei to pick up a big gun and began to explain it.

This talk is about dinner time.

If it is not Cheng Sisi who wants to eat, it is estimated that Cheng Biwu still has to explain.