Two days flew by.

Lin Mosheng practiced Guliu Muay Thai while practicing the eight-pole pile.

I didn't even go fishing for the past two days to enforce the law, no, to collect good deeds.

Because he found something.

That is, although with the help of good deeds, you can quickly help yourself to deduce a skill to the limit.

But skills are skills, and combat is not all about skills.

For example, Bajiquan and Guliu Muay Thai, both of which can do it themselves with the help of the system.

But to really integrate the two skills into your own boxing, this is something that the system can't help.

Of course, it is also possible that you have not done enough good deeds.

But no matter what, practicing martial arts can really make Lin Mosheng feel happy.

Especially this kind of martial arts training that can see progress and can also open cheats at critical times.

He felt like he was playing a special game in the liver.

How to use the least 'experience points' to learn the most skills, how to integrate skills, and improve character attributes.

Thinking about it this way, the hardship and tiredness of martial arts training are not a matter.

Lin Mosheng finished practicing the eight-pole pile again, looked at his rapidly improving proficiency Bajiquan LV2 (12/1000), and sighed to himself, "I really still have a little talent." ”

In Director Ma's office, a middle-aged man with half-gray hair and a grim appearance was looking at a water mirror.

The strange thing is that the water mirror actually reflects the scene inside Lin Mosheng's house!

Commissioner Ma nervously asked, "How's it going?" Wind old four. ”

Feng Laosi is emaciated, if Lin Mosheng is here, he will definitely exclaim Uncle Nine, and he will also reflect why Director Ma has been persuading him to take refuge in Dongpingzhou.

There is 'Uncle Jiu', a master of Taoism, and no matter how many people there are in the community, they are also delivering food.

Feng Laosi thought for a while, "Martial arts wizards, but now the foundation is still shallow, and there is not even a famous teacher to teach." ”

"Why do you say that?"

Director Ma asked curiously.

Feng Laosi raised his finger and pointed at Lin Mosheng in the water mirror, "The human body has the Three Treasures of Essence and Qi and Spirit, and the so-called cultivation is nothing more than refining and refining Qi, refining Qi and transforming God, refining God and returning to Void, refining Void and Combining Dao." ”

"But people's energy is limited, so not only do they have to practice, but they also have to make up, he will only practice, not make up, if this continues, within three years, he will be short of qi and blood, and he will hurt the roots."

"What then?" Director Ma asked nervously, Lin Mosheng is a good seedling, he doesn't want his cadre to be abolished in the future.

Feng Laosi waved his hand, "It's okay, I'll write you a prescription later, you give it to him, let him take it according to the prescription, and you can make up for the deficit in qi and blood." ”

Director Ma's eyes rolled, "Fourth Feng, you haven't confiscated apprentices for so many years, what do you think of the birth of a child?" ”

"He grew up under my watch, and his father, as you know, died in the line of duty, and his family background is absolutely innocent······"

Feng Laosi interrupted and said, "My inheritance is very important, and it needs to be investigated. ”

Commissioner Ma nodded, and then said something else, "Can you protect the baby tonight in the Kowloon Walled City?" ”

Although he knew the methods of his old partner, the Kowloon Walled City was the world of the community after all.

Feng Lao Si didn't have much worry about this, and just calmly stated a fact, "They practice martial arts, and I, cultivator!" ”

Director Ma looked stunned, well, this answer is domineering enough.

······

As night fell, the Kowloon Walled City seemed to come to life.

Today's Fuxing Building is a little more lively than the day before yesterday.

If Lin Mosheng still had the meaning of watching jokes in the ring before, then with Lin Mosheng killing the prefix D, everyone has more understanding of this 'little policeman'.

The other party was able to kill Liangkun at the beginning, but now it seems that it is definitely not just luck.

In the stands on the second floor, Chen Haonan had already arrived, and asked the 'prince' Gan Zitai next to him, "What do you think he has a chance of winning today?" ”

Gan Zitai glanced at King Kong, who had already stepped into the ring, and the muscles on the opponent's body bulged like a hill.

The most peculiar thing is that King Kong's skin is not only dark, but also glows blue iron in the light, like uncast pig iron.

"Iron Shirt?"

Gan Zitai shook his head, "I entered the door, but unfortunately the heat was insufficient." ”

He thought for a while, thinking of Lin Mo's fierceness the day before yesterday, "If that kid recovers from his injury, the feasibility of losing both sides is not small, of course, the possibility of losing is even greater, and the iron cloth shirt has a great restraint on the steel fist of Muay Thai." ”

The pheasant next to him also agreed, peeling grapes while looking at Chen Haonan, "If you want to save that little policeman, it's still too late to make a move, and if you get into the ring, even you can't interrupt." ”

Chen Haonan shook his head slightly, "It seems that you are not optimistic about him." ”

Gan Zitai became interested, "What? Take a gamble? ”

Chen Haonan nodded, "I will help you do one thing if I lose, and you will help me do one thing if you lose." ”

The bet was not small, but Gan Zitai licked the corners of his mouth excitedly.

He has two good things in his life, practicing martial arts and gambling.

Now that the two things are one, what is there to dare not end.

"Good!"

While the two were talking, Lin Mosheng had already entered the ring.

King Kong noticed the bandage wrapped around Lin Mosheng's right hand, and his heart suddenly calmed down.

Sure enough, this kid's injury is not good, that kind of injury, unless it is a monster, it is absolutely impossible to get better in two days.

King Kong stretched out his ten fingers and pinched them in the direction of Lin Mosheng, making a popping sound of fried beans.

"Hear me, boy, I'll crush your bones like this later."

As if he hadn't seen the provocation, Lin Mosheng turned his head to look at the host, "Can you announce the start?" ”

The host didn't dare to be partial this time like last time, he nodded his head, and then said to everyone, "Buy it and leave!" Life or death! ”

With the sound of a bell.

King Kong did not rush to attack as recklessly as the word D, but instead put on a defensive posture, moving small steps with his feet, and approaching Lin Mosheng little by little.

If Lin Mosheng stepped forward, he could wait for work, and if Lin Mosheng retreated, he would force him into the ring.

Lin Mosheng glanced at the sin red light that was slightly redder than the prefix D.

It's a good prey!

He kicked on his back foot and stepped forward in a sprint.

The left fist is like electricity!

It's getting faster.

Gan Zitai's face changed for the first time, and Lin Mosheng's speed was obviously faster than two days ago.

If it weren't for the fact that he hid his strength last time, then it would mean that Lin Mosheng broke through himself in two days.

Is this a ploy, or is Lin Mosheng the kind of martial arts wizard who is unique in ten thousand, breaking through himself under absolute pressure?

Although King Kong on the field felt it more deeply, he even understood that he could no longer catch up with Lin Mosheng in terms of speed.

But!

I'm practicing in an iron cloth shirt!