Between men and women, you are particular about your affection and my willingness, and only when you look at the right eye can the two sides have the possibility of further talk. If it's just a one-sided hard pursuit, it's not love, it's called foraging, just like a short-tailed wolf running in the wilderness after spring, ready to catch a female short-tailed wolf that can breed for it.

——From Shook "Mein Kampf"

There was also a man who came with Mo Qingqing, looking a little older than Mo Qingqing, except for greeting Mo Jianhua, he didn't care about anyone else at all, the focus of his eyes all fell on Mo Qingqing, and he always had that doting smile on his face. Mo Jianhua was used to this acre, and he smiled helplessly at Wang Zhijian and introduced.

"This is my eldest apprentice, who grew up with Qingqing since childhood, and is also my adopted godson, I am used to not knowing any politeness, don't mind."

There is a kind of arrogance in Mo Qingqing's eyes, which is a kind of arrogance that has penetrated into the bone marrow since childhood, and is related to status and living environment. She glanced at everyone lightly, politely greeted them one by one, and then took off the towel on her head to wipe the sweat and threw it back, just right to throw it in Ni Dalong's open hand, and the cooperation between the two was very close.

"Dad, if nothing else, I'll continue to practice martial arts, senior brother, let's go."

There is no way to take an apprentice, and Mo Jianhua is even more helpless to take his daughter. Fortunately, he told Ni Dalong in advance that he couldn't be there when the competition was recruiting, so he could only stay in his room and meditate and pranayama, waiting for the end of the game, otherwise the young heroes who came saw that the relationship between the brothers and sisters was so good, maybe people would think that there was a first green on their heads, and the joke would be big. Now, he could only smile bitterly and reach out to stop his daughter.

"I've said many times that your practice like this doesn't have much effect, and I tell you, these are all masters, and you should ask them for advice. Especially Mr. Gou, just now one of your senior brothers below estimated that he couldn't get by with a single trick in Mr. Gou's hands. ”

This has two meanings, Wang Zhijian and Zhou Wei, as well as the bald head and Tian Rong, these old fritters can understand the inner meaning, and the three of them only know to look at it with a smile. At a cursory glance, Mo Jianhua is right, in the sparring between his own people, when some powerful moves or may hit a critical part, he will always unconsciously stagger or stop, which is very different from the training effect of actual combat.

However, Mo Qingqing and a few people are practicing happily here, and if you come to a few people, they will say that they are masters, and no one will be convinced. The old saying that Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second contains countless blood and tears, and it can be said that these are the eight words cast by blood. Sure enough, Ni Dalong looked at Xiao Ke and Xiao Gou for the first time, Yu Nana was a woman, and he was embarrassed to provoke directly.

"Oh, it's the first time I've heard the master so much respect for a young man who is about the same age as me, Mr. Xiao and Mr. Gou, please give us some advice, and let us see the demeanor of the master."

Ni Dalong was an orphan picked up by Mo Jianhua, and he was less than six years old at that time. Growing up in a martial arts group, he has a strong sense of competition, in fact, he is really in love with Mo Qingqing to the extreme, and any young man who tries to get close to Mo Qingqing will be hit by him mercilessly.

What few people know is that Ni Dalong is not young, but he is already at the peak of his dark strength, and he is at the same level as Mo Jianhua. In terms of musculoskeletal aspects, he has more advantages than Mo Jianhua, perhaps just a little less experience. However, if it is a life-and-death fight, Mo Jianhua does not dare to recognize himself to settle his big apprentice, it can be said that this is Mo Jianhua's killer weapon, and it is also the biggest help he has secretly helped in his external expansion over the years.

What humility, what politeness, these words are incompatible with Xiao Ke and Xiao Gou, one does not understand, and the other does not understand. Why do you know how to say that things are very bad, to say that you can't, Xiao Ke can't understand, Xiao Gou is even more weird, learning to read is in elementary school, and then has been mixed at the bottom of society, what I see is that I am cheating, you fight for me, and now together with Xiao Ke, I have changed it, but there are always some deep-rooted habits that cannot be removed.

"Yo he, I want Gou Ye to point you out, okay, but is there any benefit to winning the battle, otherwise, I will give up your junior sister to Gou Ye if I win the battle, lest you be a big man who only knows how to follow behind a girl's ass all day long."

These words were vicious, Ni Dalong, who had always been indifferent, darkened his face, he glanced at Xiao Gou resentfully, and bowed with his hands in fists.

"Ni Dalong, please ask Master Gou for advice."

"It's okay, let's go and have a look."

Xiao Ke not only did not dissuade him, but also cheered and slapped his hands with Xiao Gou, and the childish action made Wang Zhijian laugh secretly, and the bald head and Tian Rong had already gone to the training ground with great interest. Zhou Wei wanted to persuade him, but he always thought that it was important to win over these forces beyond ordinary people, and try to win them over for his own use.

However, it is too late for him to make a round now, Mo Qingqing has no expression, just very interested in looking at Xiao Gou for a while, staring at Xiao Ke for a while, and researching these two people look at the arms without any muscles, the sun. Hole. There is no bulge, it is very different from the martial arts masters she is used to seeing, she is a little malicious in guessing what Ni Dalong will beat Xiao Gou with a punch, it is estimated that it is very miserable.

The two or three disciples standing on the edge of the training ground hurriedly packed up the equipment in the venue, this is Mo Qingqing's sparring partner, pleasing Miss Mo is the work they must complete every day, they don't have Ni Dalong's status, they can only stand on the side with low eyebrows and look at Ni Dalong excitedly. It was already close, and the ears of the people who practiced martial arts were not bad, and the conversation between the two sides was also heard clearly by these low-level disciples, and there was nothing like a real sword and real gun fight that could arouse these people who practiced martial arts. Arouse. Love.

Ni Dalong's standing posture is different from that of regular martial artists in China, his right foot is in front of him, his left foot is on the ground, and his fists are protected on his chest one after the other, looking more like a fusion of Western free fighting and taekwondo. Mo Jianhua was very pleased, Ni Dalong went overseas alone for a few years after he practiced martial arts, and when he came back, he was already an invincible opponent who swept the headquarters of the martial arts group, and it was his master Mo Jianhua himself who did not fight him.

Xiao Gou still walked over and stood opposite him casually, and his lack of integrity made the disciples and Mo Qingqing who were watching the excitement despised, Zhou Wei shook his head, why bother to go up and embarrass Guoan. In the following scene, no one saw it, and Mo Jianhua wondered if Guoan had set up an ambush in the bathroom in advance and caught the disciple off guard.

"Should they bow to each other or touch their fists?"

Xiao Ke gossiped to the bald head and asked them, isn't it all like this on TV? Thinking about this, Ni Dalong and Brother Gou put on a long shirt each, and then hugged their fists, lifted the long shirt and tied it around their waists to be more handsome. With a low muffled drink, Xiao Gou was still looking left and right, and Ni Dalong's right foot on the opposite side suddenly bent his knees, turned his waist and twisted his hips, and his left foot on the ground quickly rotated inward, and his right thigh was raised horizontally to the level of his lower abdomen, and his calf swung and kicked forward suddenly.

This series of actions was dizzying, Mo Qingqing had already clenched her fists and applauded loudly, and several disciples beside her also high-five and echoed, Wang Zhijian couldn't help but admire.

"Awesome!"

The instep of Ni Dalong's right foot was swept fiercely against Xiao Gou's ribs, Mo Jianhua knew the apprentice's ability, if this foot was usually swept on the sandbag in the general gym, there would only be one result, and the sandbag would burst immediately. With the sound of the wind, Ni Dalong's right foot was about to kick Xiao Gou's left ribs, Zhou Wei shouted softly, this Nima stepped down, Xiao Gou's ribs have to be broken, fortunately, there is a state-of-the-art humanoid emergency machine here.

It is a truth that the shortest straight line between two points is immutable through the ages. Xiao Gou's left hand was originally tickling his chin, he only sank down, his right hand was superimposed, and the two hands pressed lightly on Ni Dalong's toes, and the whole person floated behind with the sound of the wind, landing silently, and his body was lighter than a piece of paper.

"The catkins float method, this is the secret of the Wudang faction, Mr. Gou turned out to be a master of Wudang, and he was disrespectful."

Mo Jianhua's eyes narrowed slightly, and now he was suddenly a little worried about Ni Dalong. Xiao Gou's move is simply a stroke of genius, this kid is deeply hidden.

Ni Dalong was unmoved, and his whole body was transmitted layer by layer to his feet, and the wide practice clothes suddenly tightened. He kicked hard with his left foot on the ground, the person smoothed out, the strength of the whole body was twisted into a force, and his right foot was retracted, and he suddenly kicked out towards Xiao Gou's heart again, which was his best and most ferocious move The chain kick of the Northern School.

Once, when Ni Dalong was in Africa, he used this trick to kick the internal organs of a two-meter-tall mercenary captain to pieces and kill him on the spot. Mo Qingqing tested it for him when he was bored, and the strength of this kick exceeded three hundred kilograms, even a foundation-building cultivator like Han Dong would not dare to fight hard, after all, the cultivator focused on another way of fighting.

In the face of this kick, Xiao Gou did not use the levitation technique to retreat, although it was not too easy. A frenzied excitement shot out of his eyes, he opened his mouth wide and took a deep breath, and the magic power worked to his right fist, and the gravity technique wrapped the fist, and it was a hard punch to the soles of the feet that kicked over.

The dull collision sound made the onlookers panic, Xiao Gou and Ni Dalong retreated at the same time, Ni Dalong took a few steps back and twisted his body to stabilize the lower plate, but the sole of his right foot was shattered into slag, and a bright red oozed from the thick sock sole, and it could only be a toe on the ground, and people couldn't stop biting their teeth in pain.

Xiao Gou was also uncomfortable, after taking a few steps back, he leaned back, lying on the floor on all fours, the bone spurs in the torn wound could be seen on the back of his right fist, and the forearm was twisted unnaturally, which could be determined to be a fracture. Although the injury is obviously more serious than Ni Dalong's, the difference between him and Ni Dalong is that he is actually happy.

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