Urban Omnipotent Son-in-law

A kick opens the door, Mo Nan fiercely entered the room.

Looking at his gloomy face, the writer couldn't help but draw out the corners of his mouth. Under the tension, he even pulled off some of his whiskers.

It's not good to come here!

Sure enough, as he expected, Mo Nan came in and scolded. Then he flashed and rushed to the corner where the writer was.

Martial arts!

The talent skill is directly opened, and the whole body strength is increased by more than ten times. The boxing style directly blows down several data frames nearby, and this powerful and heavy punch directly hits the writer's head.

If this blow is strong, I'm afraid the master will have an accident.

The writer's eyelids beat more severely. His face was serious for a moment, but he didn't panic. He raised his hand and drew a circle on the top of his head. Unexpectedly, he transferred the strength of Mo Nan's fist to another place.

"Tai Chi?"

Monan sneered and snorted coldly.

The writer, Weng Laoshen, shook his head and said, "no, it's just the most basic way to unload power. In the end, your realm has been improved too fast, and you have ignored the fighting skills of the warriors too much."

"If you really meet an expert, you don't have much chance to win."

"Is it?"

Mo Nan sneered, but his anger grew stronger. He was not grateful for the writer's reminding him of something.

The reason is simple.

He started as soon as he entered the door, just to test the real strength of the old bastard, so as to judge when he was cheated or cheated.

Now it's clear.

Mo Nan asked himself, a year ago he and now simply can't compare, for now he, can crush the past Mo frivolous.

But I remember the first time I met the old bastard, they tied.

So the problem is that he has been promoted so fast that he has been on a rocket all the way up to now. Is it hard for him to become a writer? In just one year, he has been cultivated by ordinary people to the present level?

If the cultivation is so simple, the real experts in the ancient martial arts world will not be so scarce.

"It's not very likely to win, is it?"

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he was. Mo Nansen laughed, and his momentum rose again and again. He soon brought his power into full play, and shook his arm

"Then try again, can you stop the blow?"

There was a gust of wind in the house for a while, which was the power of Mo Nan's fist.

Ten meetings in one effort!

Skill is naturally very important, but all skills are illusory until they are far more powerful than several or even ten times of the same level.

The writer's eyes widened and his face changed.

He was puzzled. Although the old master was old and weak, he was a master after all. How could he be defeated by a warrior?

Only now did he realize that all the problems lay with Monan.

This boy is not a normal warrior!

Bang.

There was a dull noise in the air.

After the collision of the two fists, Monan shook his body and stepped back three steps. The pen holder jumped up from the ground and floated in the air like a fallen leaf for a while before falling down slowly with a dignified face.

"Master?"

After the real fight, it's Mo Nan's turn to be surprised, but the deeper the writer's hidden power is, the more frustrated he is.

It's like that he has been played by the writer in the clapping room for more than a year. That feeling is what he hates most.

"No

The writer shook his head and said frankly, "I was just a late warrior. Later, I stayed under the big red mother tree for ten years. Although I didn't realize the ancient martial arts of the Zheng family, I also got a lot of experience."

"So when I came back, I closed the gate for the first time. When I left the gate not long ago, I became a half step master. I'm far away from a real master. I'm in a good state, but I don't have enough spiritual power in my body."

Realm and spiritual power complement each other. If you want to step into a realm completely, you can't do without either.

"But even if it's a half step master, it's enough to deal with you."

The writer's face was cold, and he frowned and said, "do you still want to fight?"

"Fight!"

Monan said directly.

Although he also felt it just now, Lao Wang's control over Lingli and Lidao is far beyond his ability. He really wants to fight. He can't say whether he will win or lose.

But he was trapped for a whole year, during which he almost lost his life several times and nearly implicated several girls around him.

Can it be so easy?

"Fight, fight!" One breath almost did not breathe up, the writer also breathed, waved his sleeve.

He has already told the truth, this boy is still so stubborn, just when he has no temper, isn't he?

"Hum!" Mo Nan snorted and said no more nonsense. He was about to rush up again.

I watched them start again.

"Stop it

Jiang Li, who had been watching the battle in the room, finally couldn't help it. He crossed his waist and said angrily:

"If you want to fight, don't fight with me. Look what my office looks like." In the blink of an eye, it has become a garbage dump like office. There are flying papers everywhere, and all the information she has collected and sorted out over the years. Jiang Li is a little ready to cry“ Well Seeing that the granddaughter was angry, the writer's face was stiff, and he hastened to curry favor with him. He coaxed: "it's not all this boy. It's unreasonable. Don't worry. The big deal is that my grandfather will help you clean up in person." Monan's whole body surging spirit power also instantly returned to the body. After all, he only aimed at the writer Weng. Although Jiang Li is the granddaughter of the old bastard, to be fair, he has a good impression of Jiang Li“ No more Mo Nan waved his hand and glared at the writer. He gritted his teeth and said, "this time it's for your granddaughter's face. Otherwise, I'll tie you up and pull out the remaining teeth one by one." Let you cheat me again! The writer's eyebrows jumped a few times, but he was relieved to see that Mo Nan really stopped and helped to lift up the fallen shelf. In the final analysis, the master of the historian is old and powerless, and how much better can he be. They are just old things wandering on the line of life and death. How can they compete with young people“ No fight, no fight. " Under Jiang Li's gaze, he lifted up the data shelf together and said with a smile to Mo Nan: "don't be so angry. Although you are in danger this year, you can only be motivated when you have pressure. If not, how can you achieve the realm that others have been cultivating for decades?"“ That's my chance... "Monan rolled his eyes“ Opportunity is also one of the benefits of stress! " On hearing this, the writer shook his head, stroked his beard and said, "otherwise, if you just practice behind closed doors, can you still hit you out of thin air?"“ That's true Monan couldn't deny it and nodded subconsciously. But after admitting, he found something wrong in the twinkling of an eye. He gritted his teeth and sneered, "don't confuse concepts."“ According to you, I should thank you, don't I? "