Chapter 12 Warriors on Earth

Want to see our Mo family's boxing skills?

Fortunately, you have the nerve to say it!

Don't look at Mo Xinrou's appearance as an innocent girl who doesn't know much about the world, but in fact she has a very cautious personality, and she doesn't allow others to touch their Mo family's things, let alone make such an unreasonable request to watch boxing.

I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup Grandpa was poured into by this guy, but he actually went to get the only copy of Bashanquan!

The more he thought about it, the more Mo Xinrou disliked Lin Lang.

It's about the family's interests, she feels that she needs to stand up!

"Is the boxing technique of your Mo family very precious? I'm afraid it may not be true. The cultivation technique is as vast as smoke, and the creations of various sects and sects after thousands of years of history are countless."

"And the exercises that your Mo family thinks are precious are nothing in the world of cultivation."

"Forget it, I'll tell you what to do with these things." Lin Lang shook his head.

He didn't come here for money, and he didn't want to make a profit. Being able to show kindness to help with diagnosis and treatment has already given Mo Bingzhu, a registered disciple, a great deal of face.

Mo Xinrou frowned, his displeasure was beyond words.

"What a big tone, and I'm not afraid that the cowhide will be blown! Since what you said is clear and logical, let me ask you what level of kung fu you practice?"

"I?"

Lin Lang put his hands behind his back and said proudly: "Any one I practice is enough to make you walk out of this star."

"you!"

Mo Xinrou was completely blown away.

This shameless boy actually belittled his own boxing skills to nothing, and then boasted about himself.

What's more, she even said that she was a child!

"Little kid, open your eyes and see clearly, how young is my aunt?"

Mo Xinrou's chest rose and fell violently, obviously also very angry.

"Everything is small, don't hold your chest out, it's still small when you stand up." Lin Lang raised his head and glanced casually.

"Me! You! You are going to die!"

Mo Xin's tender face was flushed, staring at Lin Lang like an angry tigress.

It is conceivable that if eyes could kill, Lin Lang would have been killed countless times.

"Stop bickering, you can't fight me even if you bicker, why don't you hurry up and get some pens and paper."

"You don't need to look at your Mo family's boxing style, I can also change it."

Lin Lang said lightly.

Mo Xinrou was annoyed, wishing to cut Lin Lang into pieces.

But as Lin Lang said, she is not good at bickering...

But after she heard the second half of the sentence, she found a way to fight back, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

With a sneer, Mo Xinrou took a pen and paper and threw it on the table.

"I haven't even seen our Mo family's boxing style, and dare to talk about revisions without shame. If you can't write a reason for it today, hum..."

Mo Xinrou sneered in his heart, standing aside quietly waiting to see Lin Lang's joke.

Don't wait to walk into the depths of the back hall of Villa No. 1, and somehow touched some mechanism, an old book that is somewhat yellowed rises from the brick surface.

Regarding the things left by his ancestors, he couldn't be more careful, put the lonely copy of Ba Shanquan in his arms, and hurried back to the main hall.

...

"Mr. Lin, this is the Bashan Boxing of our Mo family, take a look at it."

Mo Lao carefully handed the torn book to Lin Lang.

"No need." Lin Lang put down the pen and paper and said.

Old Mo's face changed slightly, he looked at Mo Xinrou, who was turning purple, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Lin, but Mo Mou's poor hospitality made you feel wronged..."

After all, Mo Lao gave Mo Xinrou a hard look.

Mo Xinrou felt wronged, didn't she do this for the good of the Mo family.

"It's okay, your granddaughter is very interesting, and I like her a lot."

Lin Lang waved his hand, and then handed several pieces of paper full of small characters to Mr. Mo.

"This one is my modified version, you can try to practice it."

Lin Lang laughed.

Mo Waiting was taken aback for a moment, took a look at the paper, and then his face changed drastically, his hands trembling with excitement.

After a long time, waiting for Mo Waiting to finish reading the whole content, how can I be so excited.

He closed his eyes, then took a deep breath.

"Mr. Lin's kindness, don't wait for it to be unforgettable!"

After all, the nearly hundred-year-old man bent down and bowed deeply to Lin Lang.

Lin Lang accepted it calmly, regardless of his age, he accepted the grace of saving his life as a matter of course.

Mo Xinrou hurried forward to help Mo Lao, and gave Lin Lang a look, as if blaming him, how could an old man who was nearly eighty years old make such a big gift.

After this incident, Mo Xinrou's opinion of Lin Lang became even worse.

"Mr. Lin is very knowledgeable and deeply involved in martial arts, which shocked Mo Mou into a heavenly man."

"I'm ashamed to say that I was still worrying about gains and losses just now, but I used the heart of a villain to judge the belly of a gentleman."

After all, don't let out a heavy breath.

These words were kept in his heart and he didn't say them out, for fear that he would be ashamed forever.

"It's okay, it's a hasty work, but it's much better than the previous ones, Mr. Mo can practice with peace of mind." Lin Lang laughed.

In a hurry?

The hasty work is probably several times stronger than the Bashan Fist handed down from the ancestors of the Mo family, and it is also an enhanced version that eliminates hidden dangers!

This is simply a priceless treasure!

Mo Lao sighed in his heart

One sound.

"Now that Mr. Mo's practice of boxing is over, I still have a few questions for you."

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...

Lin Lang left Villa No. 1 contentedly.

Mo Lao himself is also a warrior. According to his description, Lin Lang roughly figured out the composition of warriors on earth.

According to Lin Lang's guess, the immortal cultivators on earth may have developed three realms of cultivation, namely dark energy, transformation realm, and spiritual power, due to the thinness of aura.

Each realm is subdivided into warriors in four small realms: early stage, middle stage, late stage, and peak.

This should correspond to the Qi refining, foundation building, innate, etc. of the immortal cultivator, but the actual combat power of the two is far apart.

Warriors on earth are just taking advantage of the orthodox system of cultivating immortals, so in terms of strength in the same realm, cultivators are still better.

Looking at Lin Lang's leaving back, Mo Xinrou sighed with some complexity in his heart.

"Bashan Quan can only be practiced by the direct descendants of the Mo family. How can he know more details than us when he is an outsider with no proof?"

Mo Xinrou finally couldn't help asking out the doubts in his heart.

"Because when he came, I played Bashan Fist."

"He only saw me punch once, and he can almost figure out the general number of Bashan boxing. Before, even I didn't know. He is actually a martial arts master."

Mo Lao let out a heavy breath.

Confusion appeared on Mo Xinrou's pretty face: "Martial arts master? What's the difference with a martial artist?"

"Warrior peak, reaching great achievement, cocoon into butterfly, this is the martial arts master, alas, I have lived a long time in vain, and I am not as good as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child."

Mo Lao sighed, his eyes full of longing.

"So what, it's the military era, and it's impossible to fight and dodge bullets." Mo Xinrou curled her lips, disapproving.

"You're wrong again."

"Martial Dao Grandmaster is also known as Transformation Realm Grandmaster. Such a person possesses the power of ten thousand men. A hundred warriors together can't beat a Transformation Realm Grandmaster. You should know the Chinese Martial God Zhao Zilong, right? He is a peak Transformation Realm Grandmaster!"

Mo Lao's faint voice undoubtedly stirred up a storm in Mo Xinrou's heart.

Zhao Zilong, the God of Martial Arts in China, is the title of a person. This is an immortal myth that lives in the present!

In the eyes of ordinary people, he is a victorious general, but in the circle of warriors, there are more legends about him.

It is said that he single-handedly entered and exited seven of the many ninjas in Japan. It is said that he once beheaded eight masters from other countries at the International Warriors Conference. It is said that...

Warriors have powers far beyond ordinary people, and most of them think highly of themselves, and some are so arrogant that they provoke the law, but it is because of this legendary man who sits in Huaxia.

Warriors from this country dare not show up easily! Warriors from other countries dare not have the slightest intention of attacking Hua!

One person crushed all warriors out of breath!

"The martial arts master is so powerful..."

Mo Xinrou was still immersed in the shock and couldn't extricate himself, but Mo Lao felt his heart skip a beat, remembering Lin Lang's inadvertent words before.

...It's okay, your granddaughter is quite interesting, I like her very much...

"If there is a chance, I can let Xinrou get in touch with him more in the future. If I can become my grandson-in-law, I will make a lot of money."

Mo Lao's eyes flickered, revealing the wisdom of an old fox.

I don't know if Mo Xinrou knew what Mo Lao was thinking at the moment, would she run over and grab Hua Linlang's face...