"15 pieces a copy?"

The sudden sound of the intervention instantly attracted the attention of the homeless man, and when he looked for prestige, he saw a young man looking at him with a smile on his face, and his expression was very calm.

"You're too old and you've missed the best time to practice martial arts."

The homeless man doesn't really sell cheats, but chooses some martial arts seeds.

The little boy in front of him is like this, many of the little boys he has sold cheats before have top-notch martial arts talents.

In the past hundred years, not only has the Great Xia Kingdom been constantly bullied, but the martial arts of the Great Xia Kingdom have fallen into an unprecedented trough, and the top masters of various sects and factions have almost all withered, and many powerful sects have become a thing of the past.

At the moment of crisis of the country's life and death, there are not many martial arts masters who can help the Great Xia Kingdom.

It's not that they are unwilling, but because of a martial arts catastrophe that lasted for a hundred years, all the masters of the Great Xia Kingdom were almost wiped out in one fell swoop.

Even some of the remaining warriors have lived in seclusion.

Not only will they not help the Great Xia Kingdom, but I am afraid that they will also lead to their own death, making the martial arts of the Great Xia Kingdom a thing of the past.

The tramp himself is a peerless master, and the little boy in front of him is the martial arts seed of one of the ones he has chosen.

The seed may die before it has germinated, or it may grow into a towering tree.

However, he believed that one day, the martial arts seeds he sowed would grow into a towering forest, and the martial arts of the Great Xia Kingdom would rise again.

"15 don't sell? I'm out of 20 and can't be more. ”

Fang Mo's face remained unchanged, his eyes swept around at the martial arts cheats in the hands of the homeless man, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.

"[Thousand Hands Divine Fist], [Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending], [Nine Yang Divine Skill], [One Yang Finger], [Dugu Nine Swords]."

There are a total of five cheats, each of which sounds like a peerless miracle in the legend of Jianghu martial arts.

If it weren't for the fact that Ah Xing, the protagonist of the kung fu world, really relied on the martial arts cheats sold by the homeless man and practiced the Rulai Divine Palm, Fang Mo would probably think that this homeless man was a beggar who made a living by deception and selling fake cheats.

Moreover, Fang Mo also remembered that in the movie, the homeless man appeared for the first time in Ah Xing's memories, and appeared in the final ending, and his appearance did not change much.

Maybe it's because of the effect of the movie, but when it comes to the real real world, it's different.

When Ah Xing was seven or eight years old, he was the Rulai Divine Palm sold to him by the homeless man in front of him, and told Ah Xing that if he opened up his second line, he would become a peerless master.

As a result, Ah Xing grew up, with an interval of more than ten years, and when Ren Du's second pulse was really opened, he became the top master of the Jianghu martial arts in one leap, exactly the same as the tramp predicted.

Moreover, after more than ten years, the homeless man has slept in the open air, and there is still no change in his appearance, which is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

Now Fang Mo has seen the homeless man with his own eyes, and he can clearly see the strength of the homeless man, the peak realm of the Great Grandmaster at a glance.

"Huh?"

Hearing Fang Mo speak again, the homeless man couldn't help but take a closer look, and suddenly found that Fang Mo's skin was crystal clear, exuding a faint fragrance, his eyes were calm but his divine light was restrained, and even his breathing seemed to have a special rhythm, implying the way of heaven.

"This ······"

The homeless man directly left the little boy with an aggrieved face, and ran to the front excitedly, constantly looking around Fang Mo, his eyes were bright.

"Could this be the legendary Innate Dao Body?"

"The one-in-a-ten martial arts genius I saw thirteen years ago is far inferior to you."

The homeless man praised again and again, and his tone was full of surprise.

He wanted to touch and inspect it himself, but forcibly held back, as if Fang Mo was the most precious treasure in the world, for fear of getting a little dirty.

If you don't know the strength of the homeless man in front of you, I'm afraid that everyone else will think that this is the homeless man acting.

A martial arts cheats for 10 yuan is sold to a child, and 15 yuan is not willing to be sold to Fang Mo?

Now Fang Mo is bidding 20 yuan, and the homeless man doesn't know what excitement he has become, he must have thought that he had met a big fat sheep.

Now boasting about Fang Mo's talent, I'm afraid it's to ask for a reward, or sell it at a higher price, and make a lot of money.

"I'll buy as many cheats as you have."

Fang Mo continued.

Any cheats book in the hands of the homeless man is enough to be comparable to the three-point return vitality of the hero, and even the three-point return vitality is still above the three-point return vitality.

"You don't need to buy it, what you want to learn, I'll teach you personally."

The homeless man restrained the excitement on his face, and his expression became serious, wanting to make himself look more like a peerless master.

Legend has it that the innate Dao body has a hundred veins, and from the day of birth, the body automatically absorbs the aura of heaven and earth.

This kind of passive absorption of heaven and earth aura, one day is equivalent to a hundred days of cultivation for these martial artists.

If you cultivate the martial arts cheats and take the initiative to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, you will soar into the sky and reach an unimaginable realm.

Among the secrets of martial arts, only a few people such as the Yellow Emperor, Lao Tzu, and Zhuangzi are congenital Taoist bodies, and they all eventually become mythical characters.

"It looks like I should be in my early twenties, more than twenty years have passed, how many heaven and earth auras should I have absorbed in my body, once these auras are turned into internal forces, wouldn't they directly surpass me?"

The homeless man glanced at Fang Mo's face, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching a few times, and his heart was excited and lamented.

When he met the little boy named Ah Xing before, it had already shaken his heart.

Not to mention him, even an ordinary grandmaster can also open up Ah Xing's second line.

Once the second vein of Ren Du is opened, Ah Xing can immediately have a hundred years of internal strength.

This is simply a bug and completely unreasonable.

If it weren't for Ah Xing's age and unstable heart, he would have personally opened up Ah Xing's second vein.

The reason why he has been staying in Shanghai is to observe Ah Xing secretly, for fear that this peerless genius will fall ahead of schedule or embark on a crooked path.

At present, Ah Xing's growth is quite satisfactory to him.

The potential that is occasionally exposed is even more amazing.

Every time Ah Xing is injured, the latent energy in his body will burst out, and he is even stronger than the first-class masters on the rivers and lakes, and his recovery ability is even higher than him.

If it weren't for the fact that he secretly helped Ah Xing cover up many times, perhaps some martial artists would have discovered Ah Xing's special features through some clues.

However, compared to the innate Dao body in front of him, Ah Xing is not worth mentioning at all.

One day was equivalent to one hundred days of their cultivation, and now that more than twenty years had passed, the aura in Fang Mo's body had probably reached an unbelievable level.

In the eyes of some Demon Dao masters, every piece of flesh on Fang Mo's body was the most precious elixir in the world, and there should be no problem with increasing his strength for twenty years.

If this news spreads, martial arts masters from all over the world will probably flock over and divide Fang Mo and chew it, even the bones will be chewed and swallowed.