Juvenile Medical God

Chapter 870 Nighthawk

In the evening, Qin Lang returned to the small building to rest, and Baima was called by the Dawa master to serve Qin Lang.

The so-called service is actually corrosion, nothing more than to think that Qin Lang is addicted to being in a gentle township. How can young people refuse to do these things, fame and fortune, and women? Master Dawa and others, it seems that the special set for Qin Lang.

Baima did not seem to have any doubts. After Qin Lang became a Taoist, her mood was still not affected by it. Qin Lang could still feel the sincerity and holiness of her.

This sincere holiness makes Qin Lang feel self-deprecating.

Qin Lang wanted to tell her the dark side of religion, but after seeing Baima, Qin Lang dismissed this idea because he knew that Baima’s knowledge of the holy side of religion is the sacredness of religion. The side created her, and if Qin Lang instilled those dark things into her, then she would really destroy her.

For some people, living in a beautiful fairytale dream is better than living in a cruel reality.

Just like the little girl who sells matches, she has been sleeping in a paradise of happiness and better than living in a cold reality.

"Whitema girl, you have a good rest, I will fight with people tomorrow." Qin Lang explained to Baima, so there is no need to share the bed with her.

"Qin Hufa, I already know. The Guru said that tomorrow you will compete with the young master of the Yellow Religion Nighthawk. The Nighthawk is the first young master of Huangjiao, you need to recharge your batteries."

"Night? Is his voice good?"

"Not a nightingale, a night eagle, an eagle's eagle." Baima chuckled, like a lotus flower in full bloom in the snow-capped mountains.

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Qin Lang sat quietly on the small building for a night, not to recharge his batteries, but to protect the holiness. Speaking of it, Qin Lang himself feels a little stupid, and there is a beauty that is not tempting. However, when I saw Baima, Qin Lang really couldn’t afford to think about it, so I could only continue to be stupid.

The next morning, after enjoying the breakfast delivered by Baima, Qin Lang came to the open space outside the Washing Temple.

Here, it is the place where Qin Lang competes with the young man called the Nighthawk.

However, what Qin Lang did not expect was that in addition to Master Dawa, the two old guys Tufan and Pubu actually came here early to see the excitement.

It seems that no matter what era, the violent things like the contest are very popular.

Later, Qin Lang saw a young man sitting on a rock near the cliff on the edge of the open space. The man sat zen and closed his eyes. However, when Qin Lang’s eyes saw him, the young lama suddenly gave birth to a sense of green eyes, stood up and stared at Qin Lang with ecstasy, just like seeing prey.

"Hey - this big brother, you stand so high, be careful not to fall!" Qin Lang said to the young lama, "You are the night hawk? Don't pretend. Forced, if it falls, it is really troublesome!"

After listening to the words of Qin Lang, the three masters of Dawa, Tufan and Pubu were directly dumbfounded: this guy is also awkward, and how is the language so vulgar?

"You are Qin Hufa?" The night eagle jumped from the stone and landed two meters before Qin Lang. Then he said, "Please advise!"

As soon as the words were finished, the Nighthawks started, and it seems that he had long been unable to endure.

boom!

The night eagle's palate opened the air and slammed it toward the Qin Lang face. At the same time, the sound of "rumbling" came from the bone marrow of the whole body, just like the stunned thunder, giving birth to the feeling of being in the world.

At the first shot, the Nighthawk showed the power to wash the marrow.

It is no wonder that Master Dawa said that there are many outstanding young masters of Tantrics, and it seems that there is no bragging.

The power of washing the marrow seems to be enough to suppress the strength of Qin Lang's softness.

However, the true strength of Qin Lang can be measured by the realm. When the night eagle hits, Qin Lang’s body seems to naturally and safely give birth to the feeling, and the body of the drowning drowning water is floated, and it is easy to avoid. Opened the night eagle, which has accumulated a long time.

Qin Lang did not shoot, but Dawu Gu, Tufan, and Pubu all showed the same horror. It is not because of Qin Lang’s mysterious body, but because of Qin Lang’s reaction, the three of them have already seen that this is the natural reaction of Qin Lang’s body!

Just the day before yesterday, Master Dawa and Qin Lang said that the heart is like a mirror, the mystery of Bodhi. I can’t think of the two days in the district. Qin Lang actually achieved the unity of the gods and made the spirit and the body in a unified state. "The heart is like a mirror, like a bodhi."

That is to say, Qin Lang’s mental power perceives the night eagle’s shot, and the body immediately reacts naturally; while other warriors first see the other’s shots with their eyes, then think about the countermeasures in their minds, and then see the move, which is naturally slower. .

The world is hardworking, but it is not broken. Qin Lang's "heart is like a mirror, like Bodhi", the spirit and the body are in a state of no flaws. Even if the night eagle is higher than him, it is difficult to take advantage of it.

The eyes of these three masters are extremely brilliant, so I saw the problem.

Qin Lang's body is extremely elegant and dynamic, and because it is calm and comfortable, it seems smooth and free. In an instant, Qin Lang retreats to the mountain wall, and the night eagle catches up and turns into a fist, punching Qin Lang's chest.

boom!

The fist did not arrive, the sound was like a thunder, and the night hawk's boxing power was very weird. He even formed a white vortex in front of his fist. This is the spiral of true gas that drives the formation of water vapor.

However, Qin Lang was still on the line, his foot was on the mountain wall, and the whole one immediately climbed up against the mountain wall.

The donkey climbed down the city.

Crawling on the steep mountain walls, like a flat! Qin Lang has finally achieved this step.

However, because Qin Lang’s effort is based on the Fulong pile, even if it is a scorpion, it seems to give people a sense of greatness. Together with the spiritual practice of his tantrics, Qin Lang’s temperament is also very solemn. Supreme, obviously a scorpion venom, but Qin Lang showed no one to feel vicious.

The night hawks were defeated, and their hearts were a little impetuous. They both had a good foot. A dry land was lifted up in the air and attacked the Qinlang volley. But at this time, Master Dawa could not help but frown, because she felt that the nighthawks had some I am impatient. Although Qin Lang is retreating, it is retreating and not chaos. Even if it climbs up the stone wall, it still maintains the pile method. The night eagle's feet are empty, it looks prestige, but it cannot borrow from the ground, so it is very unwise.

Sure enough, because of the heart as a mirror, Qin Lang immediately saw the flaws of the night eagle. One foot was on the mountain wall, just like the tail of the scorpion, and slammed the night eagle.