"Brother Lin, I haven't seen you for a few days, how do I feel that you have become stronger?" Hao Tong likes the other party's temperament very much, making friends, it's boring to be too serious, he looked at the other party carefully, and exclaimed.

"Maybe it's because I've been exercising my strength lately." Berger felt extremely awkward and casually fabricated a lie.

"So that's the case, look at the brother, you are a good seedling for martial arts, why did Bishuimen confiscate you, it's a pity, do you want to come to the martial arts hall to play, I guarantee that you can learn some real skills."

Hao Tong could see that the other party's body shape and bones were very good, and if he exercised a little, he would definitely succeed in learning, so he gave his own suggestions.

"I don't have so much time, Brother Hao Tong, I have to make money, otherwise, you give me a martial arts cheatbook, and I will practice when I have time."

Berger just said it casually, and didn't have too many expectations, after all, things like martial arts cheats, who doesn't try to hide them and cherish them.

If you want to get it without paying, it's just a fool's dream.

"Hey, there is such a sister in the stall, brother, you have to run around in your life." Hao Tong showed a strange expression on his face, he knew a little about the other party's situation, especially that sister, who was simply a little demon king, and was a well-known troublemaker in the town.

"Take it, although it's not a good martial art, but the martial arts gym started with it, don't underestimate it, I still have to leave beforehand."

"What is this?" When Berger reached out to catch a yellow book thrown by Hao Tong, the other party had already turned around and walked outside.

"Brother Hao Tong!" Berger hurriedly shouted.

"You're welcome, let's talk about it first, I'm just borrowing it from you, I'm going to take it back next time I come over, after all, it's a martial arts hall, haha!" Hao Tong's hearty laughter came from the street.

Berger stared at the empty lobby in a daze, then put the yellow book in his arms, and couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Actually, I want to ask, do you still have a martial arts book called Xiu Leg."

That yellow book is a martial arts book called Huaquan, which makes Berger feel full of bad taste, and can't help but think of the sentence Huaquan embroidered legs and three-legged cat kung fu.

"I'm going to help you practice kung fu, Lin Canghai, damn it, I want to help you continue to act!"

After returning to the courtyard, Berger took out the yellow book and flipped through it directly, this Huaquan is only seven or eight pages, I don't know who wrote it, it is quite rough, vague text with a few pictures, this is to keep the people who study it away from thousands of miles.

"No wonder those apprentices need to teach, just looking at this secret book, it's a heavenly book."

Berger was also attentive and read this cheats seriously, but he had no clue at all and didn't know where to start.

After that, he watched it several times in a row, and the result was still the same, and he was thinking about whether he should go to the martial arts hall for a trip.

"Forget it, what if you want to collect money, if you really can't do it, you can return it directly to Brother Hao Tong when the time comes." Soon, Berger gave up this idea, put away the cheats, and he returned to the house, the spiritual liquid in the furnace is the most important, which is related to the problem of eating and surviving.

Having spent most of his time in the house, Berger pulled out a low stool, sat down, looked at the burning flames, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.

By noon, Berger had come to his senses like an electric shock, and he was so shocked that he felt hot all over his body, and hurried out into the courtyard.

Picked up a wooden basin casually, kept pouring water on his body, and waited until the scorching body temperature subsided, then he thought of the cheats of flower boxing in his arms.

"It's over."

After the old yellow book was soaked in water, it was impossible to see people, so Berger found a dry place and spread it out to dry, but he had to resign himself to fate.

At this moment, just subconsciously glancing at the contents of the page, Berger clearly felt a lot of information rushing through his mind.

"I, I seem to have learned." Berger made a stunned voice, he couldn't convince himself of such a fact.

After a set of tricks with trepidation, he had to believe that it was real.

"That's it?"

Berger sat on a grinding disc in a daze, not continuing to box, at this point he just wanted to be quiet and think about something, the magical golden book, the sudden change in his body, and the talent for learning martial arts.

"Bishuimen, it seems that you have lost your eyes, Lin Canghai is a genius."

The mocking words came out of Berger's mouth, and a new smile appeared on his face, and at this moment it seemed that the dream world was very interesting.

In order to save some money, he didn't even go to the street stalls to eat flatbread and vegetable soup.

Holding a large bowl of noodles as clear as water, and there were not even green onions in sight on the noodles, Berger sat directly on the chair in the lobby, and when he was about to eat, he suddenly thought of something, put the clear soup noodles on the small table beside him, and walked straight towards the courtyard.

"Although you can't refine medicine, you can't waste it either."

When Berger returned, he was holding a few pieces of mountain ginseng and a small packet of spicy seeds, ready to add some ingredients to the clear soup noodles, and when he saw the scene in the lobby, his whole body was instantly petrified.

"Boom, tsk, tsk, tsk,

An old man was sitting on a chair eating the bowl of clear noodle soup, looking at his appearance, eating very refreshingly.

He was wearing a green shirt, looking fairy-like, that old face, wrinkles like a knife, forehead slightly raised, two deep-set eyes, deep and bright, looking very godly, and long black and white hair was tied behind his back with a thumb-thick hemp rope.

"The young man's noodles are cooked well, I am Elder Heyan of Bishuimen, and I have come to visit Lin Ke's family this time." After drinking the clear soup, the old man wiped his lips and made a loud sound.

Berger looked at the things in his hand, his face showed dissatisfaction, and said angrily: "You actually ate my noodles!" ”

"Young man, don't be angry, I see your bones are amazing, it must be, ah, drink!"

Without waiting for Heyan to finish speaking, Berger directly smashed the condiment in his hand at the other party.

Rumble!

A terrifying aura erupted from Heyan's body, and in an instant, it bounced away the condiments that flew in.

"Bastard!"

Berger was not frightened by the other party's momentum, his clear soup noodles were gone, he was full of anger, and directly pounced on Heyan fiercely, using the flower fist he had just learned.

Whew! The sound of fists.

Heyan sat still, and dissolved Berger's fist with one hand, and his eyes instantly showed a different color, and he couldn't help but praise: "Young man is very good, I didn't expect that the kung fu of the three-legged cat can be practiced to the point of perfection, do you want to learn real martial arts." ”

Rumble!

Heyan directly caught Berger's fist head-on, and continued: "Young man, your fist is like tickling to me, you can't hit me, ah! ”

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Berger's fist had already smashed into Heyan's face.