Although martial arts in another world have been siege and suppressed by the Shudao Sect for a long time, and have gradually declined, the world is still much more powerful as it is today.

Among the various martial arts that have been barely passed down, there are all kinds of martial arts such as the Pedal and the Pedal of the Pedal of the Sky, and there are many martial arts that are even more powerful than the "Hundred Steps Divine Fist".

Li Bai promised that he did not mean it. He had already told the truth, but the other party insisted on the "Hundred Steps Divine Fist".

What logic is this?

Actually, it's easy to understand!

Observers of the Security Bureau always regard Li Bai's words as nonsense, so no matter what he says, they will not be accepted, and the result will naturally be a talk with the chicken.

"Hundred Steps Divine Fist?"

The instructor of the fighting class was savoring the name of this boxing technique with martial arts style. He was almost tricked by the Devil Li before, and he really thought it was the Shenma Tianma Meteor Fist.

The headed observer said: "You are not from the martial arts world, so naturally you don't know."

The martial arts world that inherits Youxu has always been a very closed circle. It is not surprising that as a club fighting class instructor who is outside the circle, I don’t know about it.

"The martial arts world? There is also this kind of boxing technique!"

Chen Siming widened his eyes.

He always thought that only in movies and TV series could he see special effects shots that knock people away at once, but he didn't expect that there were also them in reality.

The headed observer of the Security Bureau nodded and said, "After a hundred steps, one fist here and the person fell down there. This is the Hundred Steps Divine Fist."

If it weren't for the difficulty of inheriting this magical boxing technique and the extremely demanding requirements for practitioners' talents, it would have been passed down all over the world.

The old master He Xiangpeng, the leader of the six famous martial arts masters in Huxi City, searched for decades before finally getting a disciple like Wang Jijie. He originally thought that he had finally found a satisfactory successor, but was shot directly by Li Da Demon and a group of policemen.

In front of the sniper rifle, the "Hundred Steps Divine Fist" is of no use!

He also knew about the nonsense "Empty Palm" that No. 666 used.

The master of this unique skill is also a master. He is a master of Chen Yanxi, grandson of Chen Changxing, Chen Jiagou, and Jia Qishan, a disciple of Dong Haichuan, but the inheritance was cut off in 1953.

Although China has a large population, all kinds of unique skills in the martial arts world have always existed.

In a sense, the inheritance of martial arts is based on talent. Without talent, one cannot practice. If one has low talent, one can only make small moves and cannot become famous.

"I want to learn about it if I have a chance."

Chen Siming, the fighting class instructor of Blu-ray Outdoor Club, looked yearning for his longing, and the madman's problem was broken again.

Symptoms: Five elements deserve a beating!

Prescription: Just a meal!

"You'd better not have such thoughts, you'll be beaten to death."

The observer in charge is sincere and kind to persuade him.

The only apprentice was broken by the police, and he had no successors. It is conceivable how miserable and depressed Mr. He was so sad and depressed. This heart must be cold. If someone came up to challenge him so stupidly, wouldn’t it be regarded as a free venting sandbag delivered to the door?

I guess if I can't get a few "Hundred Steps Divine Fist", I will probably have to leave my life there.

It’s not a 17-year-old cicada, so there is no one to say about ten heroes.

How cruel? Chen Siming shivered. He looked at Li Bai and knew that the other party had shown mercy before.

If you don't remove your strength for yourself, you will fly so far and either be beaten to death on the spot or hit on the wall.

Although Chen Siming was obsessed with challenging masters, he was not a fool after all, and immediately gave up the idea of ​​committing suicide.

No matter how the people from the Security Bureau guessed, Li Bai refused to speak again.

The more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes. It is better not to say it, so as not to waste your saliva and make yourself angry.

The fighting class assessment is the last lesson of the new member training of the Safety Bureau. During the day, the students who ran around and rolled their eyes fell asleep after returning to the guest room. Most of them didn't even have dinner. There were very few people who could force themselves to eat in the cafeteria.

The next morning, the students who were queuing up to board the bus with their luggage were still weak and weak.

Obviously, a night's rest is not enough to restore the energy they consumed yesterday.

Li Bai also ended his training at Blu-ray Outdoors with him. He was not from the Security Bureau, but of course he went back to his own home and looked for his own mother.

Standing next to the black Santana 2000, Li Bai saw a bus about to leave. The little girl No. 115 was waving her hand at her. When she saw him looking over, she stretched out her index finger and gestured on the window glass.

At this moment, the bus suddenly moved, the engine roared and drove out of the parking lot.

Yu Gan?

Li Bai understood the strange behavior of No. 115.

The little girl's surname is Yu, but the bus started before she finished writing the stroke of "Dan".

Of course, he couldn't see the complete word, and maybe there would be a third word.

Just knowing the surname Yu is enough.

The little girl named Yu has violated the system and leaked her personal information to outsiders. Perhaps in her opinion, the seniors who can participate in the training of the Security Bureau together will not be bad people.

Until she left, the No. 115 surnamed Yu still didn't know that Li Bai was not a senior, but even if she knew the truth, she probably wouldn't care.

In just a few days, Li Bai was impressed by Li Bai on the 115th. For the former, what is the latter not a senior?

After six buses and a medium-sized van left, Li Bai also got into the Santana 2000, left the parking lot of the Blu-ray Outdoor Club, and ended the brief training course.

The home that had not returned for a few days was not deserted. When Li Bai pushed the door open, he happened to see the Qingyao demon girl singing in the study room with the soundproof barrier open.

He was not interested in breaking in and experiencing the voice of the demon-confusing beings. He ignored the online live broadcast of the demon-girl, took out the things from his travel backpack one by one, washed what should be washed, and put them back in place when they should be put back in place.

Li Bai's choice was correct. At this moment, the witch's live broadcast room was full of corpses.

"shiew: I can't do it anymore, call me 120!"

"Liu Ying 2012: I always thought the word "Magic Sound Guan Er" was a legend, but it was actually true!"

"Wind and Mars Cloud: I can't live anymore, I want to unplug the wire!"

"Melancholy loong: What should I do if my ears are raped? Will I get pregnant? Wait online, I'm anxious!"

"Meng Changming: Ah! The gods kill, the witch has changed her tune again, help me!"

"Heha: I knew, I knew, I shouldn't have been touching in today. I'm going to die, I'm going to die! I want to die!"

"Question: bow your head to the boss, kneel down, please let it go!"

"Bao Tiantian: Which bitch made the witch sing like this, drag it out and beat it to death!"

The live broadcast room was in a mess, alas.

We can't blame Qingyao's demon girl completely, we can only blame those audiences who don't mind making trouble and want to listen to something new.

How can ordinary people bear this? Some people wear headphones with great anticipation, but... under the instigation of a life-and-death, the Qingyao demon girl who was coaxed to perform well, and they felt as if they were struck by lightning on the spot, and they were both devastated.

The better the quality of the headphones and the sound, the faster the death.

The 50,000 Spartans (audience) online were instantly destroyed.

The witch Qingyao, who was out of control when she started singing, didn't care about the tragedy in the live broadcast room at all.

"Dong!Dong!"

Someone suddenly knocked on the door in the heart-wrenching singing, and then a stranger's voice rang out.

"It's time to eat!"

After Li Bai cleaned up the things in his travel backpack, he found that the kitchen was cold and cold. He simply put ten packs of instant noodles, made three more eggs, opened a can of lunch meat, cut half a cabbage, and filled a large pot. He stood at the entrance of the study to greet the two witches for dinner.

"It's time for dinner?"

The singing came to an abrupt end, and the defeated generals finally came back to their souls, burst into tears on the spot, and cried with joy.

They were finally saved, a little bit away from dying.

"It's God, it's God's voice, God saved me!"

"This is the best sound in the world! I decided to fan him for the rest of my life!"

"I finally survived. A difficult life is so difficult!"

The audience in the witch's live broadcast room began to revive like the grass on the ground.

However, some people are still scared and dare not suffer the second sentence. They retreated directly, and the number of viewers instantly dropped to more than 30,000-

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Chapter completed!