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Chapter 1012
Sun Jiaojiao couldn't laugh or cry.

Forbe is so self-confident, she really can't help it.

But Sun Jiaojiao could understand.

In the eyes of ordinary people, a master of inner strength is like a god.

And when a person has no opponent in his own field for a period of time, he will become more and more arrogant, so he can stand still and watch the sky from a well, so that he doesn't know that there are people outside people, and there is a sky outside the sky.

That's the case with Forber.

Having been raised by the Sun family for so many days, he has indeed never met anyone who could pose a threat to him.

It’s not that there are no other masters of inner strength in this world, but that all masters of inner strength are either studying martial arts hard and practicing hard, or like him, they are recruited by the nobles and become their servants, handling some difficult problems for the nobles. hand.

Therefore, it is difficult for internal strength masters and internal strength masters to meet everything. What they usually face is at most a taekwondo master, or karate, Sanda, etc., are all practitioners of the outer sect.

And Yang Lin...

But for a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old, even if he started practicing martial arts from his mother's womb, it would only take him more than ten years to fully fight and count.

And want to become an inner strength warrior for more than ten years?
That is totally impossible!

For example, Uncle Fu, he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, but he finally cultivated inner strength after he was over forty years old.

And this is already a good talent.

So in his opinion, he is not a warrior at all.

Not to mention his one hand, even a little finger can easily crush that kid!
As he said that, Fu Bo really stretched out a hand, raised his hand in a Wing Chun gesture, and walked towards Yang Lin with a smile.

"Boy, my old man keeps his word. If he can take three tricks from me, I won't care about you anymore." Forbe smiled contemptuously.

Sun Jiaojiao was very helpless and could only look back at Yang Lin.

Yang Lin shrugged: "Let me do it. Some people just don't want to give up on the Yellow River. If you don't let him really feel it, no matter how much you say, he won't believe it."

"Okay, okay." Sun Jiaojiao nodded and stepped aside, but she was still a little worried, and hurriedly said, "Yang Lin, you've been murdered. Fu Bo is a bit arrogant, but he's not a bad person."

Yang Lin smiled wryly, and gave Sun Jiaojiao a blank look: "You think I'm a murderer, killing people at every turn? Don't worry, just let him lie down for a few days."

"That's good, that's good." Sun Jiaojiao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Hearing the conversation between Yang Lin and Sun Jiaojiao, Uncle Fu, even though he cultivated calmly, was very angry at the moment, the veins on his forehead were exposed, and he looked like he was gnashing his teeth.

"Boy, you are too arrogant!"

When he came to Yang Lin, the smile on Uncle Fu's face had already disappeared without a trace.

And Sun Mao, who was sitting on the sofa, also sneered in his heart.

This kid really doesn't cry without seeing the coffin!

When he sees Fu Bo's horror, he will understand everything!
Sun Mao, Xu Qingshan and the others are all waiting to see a good show.

result……

Facing Uncle Fu who came over, Yang Lin said indifferently: "Well, as long as you can take my trick, I don't need you to ask, I will leave by myself."

"Hahahahaha!" Forbe laughed again.

"I haven't seen such an arrogant kid like you for a long time!" Forbe said coldly.

"Now, show me clearly!"

After finishing speaking, Uncle Fu raised his hand and slapped Yang Lin with a palm.

Yang Lin smiled slightly.

He could tell at a glance that this palm did not contain inner strength, which meant that this Uncle Fu was indeed not a bad person except that he was a little arrogant...

(End of this chapter)