Qin Mo changed into a boxing outfit, and in order to prevent his pants from slipping, he tied seven or eight dead knots on his trouser belt.

Then swaggered into the ring.

A sense of déjà vu of twisting Yangge.

"Come on, don't keep your hands, I won't tell you, I have also fought Wang Baquan for a few years."

"If you have momentum, then you're welcome!"

Feng Yao said with one foot off the ground, his fists hanging in front of his chest, and the standard Muay Thai fist started.

Qin Mo squeezed his eyebrows and gave Feng Yao a code as he approached:

My horse is watching, let me show my majesty, kill all directions, tonight we can eat whatever we want, and we can play wherever we want.

Feng Yao blinked, a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then, a fist the size of a clay pot flew over.

Rub, I don't understand it at all.

Qin Molian: "A good man spares his life!" The punctuation marks were not shouted, and the fist had touched the corner of the eye.

Then, stopped.

At first, Qin Mo thought that Feng Yao's subordinates were merciful, but soon found out that this was not the case.

Everything froze, the drink bomb in Yang Tianming's hand splashed, but it couldn't fall any way, and even the cheering sound of the sissy turned into a strange buzzing sound.

It's like someone pressed the pause button on a movie and then dialed it up to one hundredth of a speed.

Slow, it's too slow, ridiculously slow, Feng Yao's fist that had already touched Qin Mo's skin seemed to take another ten thousand years to sink into the frame of his face.

Qin Mo immediately realized that it was not the first time he had experienced this state, a month and a half ago, when a bullet touched his chest, everything was so slow.

But since a month and a half ago, when he managed to raise the killer's barrel by a micron, everything has returned to calm and normal.

Qin Mo tried to reproduce the ability to distort reality, make the water droplets stand still, and let the fallen leaves fly upside down, but it didn't work, and even the dogs on the side of the road didn't bother to look at him.

Only the words in Qu Yao's notebook kept reminding him that everything was not an illusion.

Rub, it turns out that I still have this ability!

Hey!

Qin Mo was ecstatic in his heart, thinking about which signature action in the action movie he should use to block Feng Yao's thunderous punch.

White crane wings?

Dragon tail swing?

Uncensored creampie?

That's it!

Dreams are always beautiful, and reality is always your sister's.

Qin Mo was desperate to find that he couldn't do anything, and the speed of his body movement was as slow as the environment around him.

Even slower!

He could only use all his strength to retreat a little further along the arc of his fist, and then back a little.

And then...

"Bang!"

Qin Mo flew out of the ring in a circle.

Fortunately, Yang Tianming remembered Zhong Sen's good words of 'If Qin Mo has any three strengths and two shortcomings, you will wait to go to the prison to pick up soap', and stepped forward to act as a human mattress and caught Qin Mo.

"Come up! Not enough! ”

Feng Yao shouted, his eyes shining with curiosity and humiliation.

A very discordant feeling floated in his heart just now, and the moment he hit Qin Mo, the scrawny young man in front of him seemed to suddenly move sideways a little, so the focus of his fist was deviated, causing Qin Mo to fly for only three and a half weeks.

It feels worse than being missed, even worse than being beaten.

Feng Yao just said that his fighting skills were in the middle of the middle among his classmates, but he was actually modest.

The so-called Ink Boy Program is a program of the Tongji Association to select orphans born in 2003 from all over the world for intensive training, so that after Qin Mo shoulders the responsibility of saving the world, a group of teenagers of the same age will be their right-hand men.

Preparations for this project began more than 100 years ago.

Boost stamina, speed, and explosiveness with medicine, and develop intelligence and tenacity with hellish trials.

Even when I sleep, I carry a dream machine, and I have to do various simulation training in my dreams.

After Haosheng took over the plan, he canceled the loyalty brainwashing and value guidance in the plan, and used something else to enhance the cohesion of the ink boys.

Honor.

In Mo Tong's mind, Haosheng is their god.

The reason why Haosheng chose Feng Yao as Qin Mo's third rank is because he has both long-range and melee combat skills, and he is the most suitable person to be a bodyguard in Mo Tong's plan.

Among his classmates, he has a nickname, called Guangdong Erzhuzai, because he only does two things every day:

Shooting, fighting.

And among them, he is proud of his fighting skills.

The Collapse Fist in full condition, even Lilith, the leader of the Ink Boy Project, did not dare to take it hard.

Lilith's spear, Lan Qin's sword.

Chen Rusheng's trick, Feng Yao's fist.

This is Haosheng's evaluation of the four generals of Motong, and Feng Yao regards these words as a lifelong honor.

And this bamboo pole man was hit with all his strength, and he only flew for three and a half weeks.

Shame!

"Come up! When I heard it, I hit you on the back and turned around for nine and a half weeks, and pounced on your street! ”

Feng Yao was in a hurry, and more than a month of Mandarin practice was in vain!

"Get on your ball! I'm going to have plastic surgery if I take two more punches from you! No, I mean you wait, I haven't played Wang Baquan for too long and I'm a little rusty, you practice with Yang Tianming first, I... Research research strategies to go. ”

After saying that, Qin Mo pushed Yang Tianming into the ring and ran into the toilet with his notebook.

'Qu Yao, what's going on? ’

Qin Mo squatted on the toilet and wrote hard.

'Qin Mo, I wasn't wrong, you have entered my Zero Realm and remembered the feeling of time compression, so in the real world, when you encounter a crisis, this feeling will reappear, and everything will slow down.

The so-called time does not exist, it is just a perceptual illusion of human beings, and you are one of the few people who has come out of this illusion slightly. ’

'Okay, I see... What a big-headed ghost! Can you explain it again in words that the reader can understand? ’

'Jumped into the lava and the hot water is not so hot. ’

I don't understand... Forget it, you just say what to do next, right? ’

'You just mentally adapted to the state of time compression, now you have to let the body adapt too, in fact, you did a good job just now, through the lateral movement, with a distance of three microns to distort the force point, if there is no subtle difference, Feng Yao's punch can make you fly next door. ’

'Can't you let Feng Yao's fist change direction?' Like letting the killer's gun float up a little over a month ago. ’

"Not for the time being, that technique is against the sky, and I can't activate it for a short time until I have fully recovered and absorbed enough spiritual energy from God Evie, and then it will be a long rest. ’

'So what should I do now?' ’

'Let the flesh adapt to my Zero Realm state in reality, and get beaten, the most vicious beating!' I'll watch from the sidelines. ’

'Qu Yao, I think our relationship... Gone astray. ’

'Why?' ’

'It's okay, I've been beaten. ’

However, you have to be fully prepared, Feng Yao's fist and steel plate may not be able to withstand it.

Qin Mo closed his notebook, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the toilet.

In the ring, Feng Yao was spinning Yang Tianming in a circle like a dog, and Qin Mo made a huge determination to interrupt this pleasing picture.

"Cantonese Aberdeen, come on, come on! Let's go on, Lao Tzu Wang Baquan review is done! ”

If you want to be beaten the hardest, you have to say the most cruel words!