From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 74 The Extreme of Wu!

Author: Nai He Heaven

Chapter 74 The Extreme of Wu!

Heimi Xuanzhai: Strange wrist flowing as contemporary as the Lord, poor martial arts martial arts.

Title: Magic Gun, the Extreme of Wu!

Wu Zhizhi: Both the flesh and the spirit complete the self -detachment, and set foot on the practitioner who pursues the pole of martial arts!

Occupation: martial arts.

Martial arts: strange wrist flow, karate, two tigers, Ryukyu traditional martial arts, pre -read.

Strange wrist flow: It originated from the "Shenhe Boxing" of Hua Guo martial arts, and later fixed the karate to Okinawa into a "heaven and earth flow", and then added Ryukyu martial arts to study the meridians, meridians, and qigong in depth, so as to form a new genre.

Pre -reading: By inferring the opponent's movement, quickly defend or counterattack before the opponent attack.

Aoyi: magic gun!

In the stinging straw rolls, the sandbags, iron sand palms, and other self -harm -like horror tempering, surpassing the pain to turn the limbs into an indestructible magic gun.

Combined with the strong running attack of strange wrist flow and the two tiger flow, power can be worn on steel plates!

Ao Yi: First of all!

Before the opponent's hand, I realized the intention of the opponent, and the counterattack was released first.

Own: Inspiration!

See through the opponent's martial arts style, accurately judge the weakness.

After watching Kuroki Xuanzhai's attribute panel, the cold empty was shocked by the title of "Puer of the Martial Arts" with many martial arts.

This is definitely a big man!

Zhu Mei thanks you!

Experience, haha

"So, you have defeated the little ghosts of the Wu family, Lei Xinliu, and because of the contemporary preacher because of the flow of the puppet."

"Then your little girlfriend wants to travel, just poke a point on the map with a pen.

"In the end, the assassination stream that was not defeated, the strange wrist flow was the door of the master's home?"

Tochigi Xuanyu was around the apron, stir -fry the vegetables, and questioned: "Do you want to remember, what are you talking about?"

"This story is edited, I don't believe it!"

Sitting on the cold empty hands, "You have to ask Zhu Mei."

"Uncle, I really want to be a little bit, I wanted to be angry with my sister."

Zhu Mei's face is innocent.

"hehe."

Black wood did not return, only "haha" responded.

Time move forward,

When Kuroki was stubborn by Zhu Meihua, the cold air suddenly untied the giant bag.

Kuroki admitted that he was tight at that time, and the magic gun was ready to go.

But after seeing all the packaged ingredients instead of the hot weapon I thought, I stunned again.

What routine is this?

Later, Zhu Mei invited Kuroki to eat together, and Master Wudao picked up a spatula,

Since it wasn't for revenge, can he still have a little aunt?

Then it made a full table with the ingredients of the cold and empty band.

Living in the mountains in the mountains, no craftsmanship, you really can't add the energy you need.

"Okay. These should be enough."

"I can also be stained with your light and rich food. I thought I would go out tomorrow to collect it, and now I can push it back for a day."

Remove the coat cold air, ready to make up.

"Hey!"

"The taste is pretty good?"

Zhu Mei took a sip and was surprised immediately: "Uncle, have you learned a kitchen?"

"Also okay, all things in the world return to the same way, martial arts practice to the extreme, see, see, fire, control is a little better than ordinary people, so it is delicious to make food."

"Add you to climb the mountain and get tired, you are hungry, you feel good when you taste it."

Although Kuroki is talking to Zhu Mei, the light of the corner of the eyes is lingering on the perfect body shape exposed in cold air.

A body with golden proportions, muscle groups and lines without a trace of blemishes. Is this the result of taking protein powder in the gym?

Can the muscles that have been trained through plastic training defeat the three major assassination schools of the Wu clan, Lei Xinliu and Inaba flow?

You blew it, right?

After just a quick glance, Heimu dared to use his experience as a master to conclude that Leng Kong was by no means a martial artist, that is, he was just a young man who loved to brag.

Because the muscles and body are somewhat different from those of a warrior.

"Hurry up and eat, we still have business to do!"

Leng Kong picked up the plate and poured it into his mouth. He was eating quite boldly, but he didn't notice that Kuroki had already unknowingly evaluated himself.

Instead, he was urging Zhu Mei to eat carefully, because he couldn't wait to see what kind of strength it would take to be called the "Extreme Martial Arts Master"!

"us?"

"Business?"

"What's the business?"

"It can't be?"

Hearing Leng Kong's words, Zhu Mei's cheeks instantly turned red, and her ten fingers tangled together like twists.

He stuttered and gasped, "What, what? Uncle Kuroki is still here, Mr. Leng. You are so bad."

"What's wrong with me?"

Leng Kong, who was eating, raised his head and looked confused.

When she saw Zhu Mei's crimson cheeks dripping with water, she stuffed a big chicken leg into it.

"What are you thinking about, little girl?"

"The real thing I'm talking about is to help uncle."

"Hand in hand?"

"It turns out, no, it's not which one."

Realizing that she had misunderstood, Zhu Mei's eyes trembled and she didn't want the chicken legs anymore. Her little head instantly buried her head and her feet scraped on the ground, wanting to crawl in through all the cracks in the ground.

Ah, it’s so, so embarrassing!

"Kid, let me tell you, do you really want to practice with me?"

This kind of childish play was not worth mentioning to Kuroki, and he looked at the cold sky without any fluctuation in his eyes.

"Well, it seems that uncle is also a warrior. It would be a pity to miss him."

The cold air swept over a plate of steak.

"Haha. Am I also considered a warrior?"

Hearing this, the corners of Kuroki's mouth twitched.

If he, who is the ultimate martial artist, is just a moderate warrior, then are there any real warriors in the world?

"But if I'm not mistaken, you got those muscles in the gym, right?"

"Well, that's right, I just got some basic training in the gym."

"Just looking good is useless. Muscles built by eating protein powder in the gym are not suitable for fighting."

"You'll know if you try it or not."

Leng Kong kept his hands on his hands, a slight smile appeared on his face, and fighting spirit surged in his eyes.

My muscles have been questioned by many people, but in the end they were all slapped in the face.

Blackwood is not the first, nor will it be the last.

The "steel body" created by Jie Xiongming is a perfect body that can carry many supernatural powers. How can it be equal to an ordinary bodybuilding body?

"Haha. Young people just don't hit the wall and never look back."

"Okay, I've just used your ingredients. I'll practice with you for a while."

After living in seclusion for a long time, Kuroki also wanted to stretch his muscles.

In the original work, after hearing Katahara Mitou say that the Fist Wan Jueshui Tournament was about to start, even his max-level boss ran away to torture people.

Without him, it's just that it's too cold at high places and I've been lonely for a long time.

Rest for half an hour after meals,

The two stood face to face on the grass in front of the hut.

"Come on, let me see your moves."

Kuroki looked at Leng Kong with the attitude of training his juniors.

"Haha. Uncle, concentrate, my fists are very heavy."

Leng Kong danced in small steps, making fists with both hands and swinging them rapidly on both sides of his waist, assuming a standard Jeet Kune Do fighting posture.

"Despite you!"

Kuroki sinks slightly, and his hands are fictional.

"Leng Jun, come on!"

"After playing, we go to pick mushrooms."

Zhu Mei moved Zhang Xiao's stool and sat outside the court, shouting enthusiastically.

It's winter, where can there be mushrooms to pick you up?

Cold empty spit.

suck.

Take a deep breath, throw away the thoughts, and the eyelids pull out the heart.

"Be careful, uncle!"

When I opened my eyes again, the cold -empty body's civil war rose endlessly, the blood was surging, and it turned into a terrible potential in vitro.

Alas!

The ground was kicked, and the cold empty was like a large car that rushed towards Black Wood.

Um?

Is this "potential"?

Isn't this boy bragging?

Did he really defeat the other three major assassinations?

The spirit of the black wood is concentrated in an instant, and the right foot moves forward, and the speed is changed from the ordinary pile type to the cat.

But late!

Because the cold empty emptiness of "Thunder Flash" has been crushed to the front, the fist is infinitely big in his pupils.

Add a little bit daily, right?

Last week, the editor said that I could push the leakage, but just one ranking.

Give me a little bit this week, mix a push on the shelves?

Guiqiu!

(This chapter is finished)