White-Robed Chief

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"Thank you, sir!" Yang Baoshu overjoyed.

He carefully picked up the dust lightsaber and started sinking, almost unable to hold it.

Absolutely nothing, such a heavy wooden sword has never been seen before. If it is really a wooden sword, it is not ordinary wood.

It seems that Mr. Chu is really rich!

This scabbard, this material, and its workmanship are definitely not ordinary. At first glance, but if you touch it carefully, you will know how powerful it is. Only when you encounter the goods will you know the value of this scabbard. Rich! Really rich!

Chu Li glanced at his intoxicated look and secretly laughed.

After carefully touching the scabbard, Yang Baoshu became more cautious and pressed the compression spring, and the dust lightsaber was slowly drawn out by him.

"Be careful not to cut your hands." Chu Li reminded and continued to eat dumplings.

Yang Baoshu nodded absently, carefully staring at the sword body of the dust lightsaber, looking left and right, carefully touching it to see that the color was wood, but it was not a wooden sword, it should be a strange material.

Needless to say, such a scarce material that has never been heard before is definitely a word-expensive!

He waved slightly, feeling heavy.

"Don't hurt yourself!" Chu Li reminded again.

Dust lightsaber looks like a wooden sword, but will subconsciously feel that it is not sharp, but in fact it is the opposite.

For a novice like Yang Baoshu, sitting at the table and wielding a sword, it is easy to swing on himself.

Yang Baoshu waved his sword and laughed, "How can I hurt myself."

Before he said this, the sword tip hit the stone table.

The stone table dropped a corner silently, he didn't feel much, and didn't even know he had cut the stone table.

"Bang". Corner of the stone table, he found something strange.

Looking down, he saw a smooth section. Looking at Dust Lightsaber again, his heart trembled. Scared almost tossed out.

Fortunately, if I run into a stone table, if I really fall on myself, then I should be a bit short!

"Really ... really a good sword!" Yang Baoshu rushed to Chuli and smiled reluctantly: "... a good sword!"

Chu Li smiled: "Strengthening body, for health, usually playing."

Yang Baoshu carefully returned the dust lightsaber to her sheath, Chang Shu put it back on the table, and laughed: "Mr. must be an expert!"

"Oh, how tall?" Chu Li said casually. Continue eating dumplings.

Yang Baoshu said: "Mr. must be a master of martial arts, ordinary people will never use this sword!"

"I'm like a martial arts person?" Chu Li smiled, ate the last dumpling, and Chang Shu was satisfied.

Yang Baoshu diligently handed the tea: "I heard that many high-level people are hidden from the market. They are hidden in the market, just like Mr. Chu!"

"Hehe ..." Chu Li smiled and shook his head: "Well, I am a senior who will give you a few words, it is a thank you for this kind of meal."

"Sir, please!" Yang Baoshu stared at him with excitement.

Chu Lidao said: "The lingo monkey is the most dexterous thing. Breaking away from the sacrifice is like your mind, the heart ape is imaginary. Well, the heart ape is imaginative, how flexible your heart is, the sacred monkey is more agile.

"This way ..." Yang Baoshu suddenly realized that he was busy: "Is it wrong to practice?"

Chu Li Road said: "I only talk about Ling Monkey. As for Ling Monkey Boxing, you still have to figure it out yourself."

"Thank you Mr.!" Yang Baoshu said excitedly.

He suddenly felt that he understood.

Why is it so awkward to practice Ling Monkey Boxing? It turned out to be the wrong way!

It shouldn't be heavy, it should be flexible. Alas, if I had heard Mr. Chu's words earlier. Maybe he has practiced Ling monkey fist already!

He returned to his yard with the chopsticks and hurriedly returned to the kitchen. He ran to the yard to start boxing.

Practicing, he found a sense of energy.

"Is the gentleman next to him satisfied?" Yang Baoshu's mother came to the yard from the kitchen and watched him practice boxing: "What are you doing in a mess! What a boxing method!

"What a weird thing?" Yang Baoshu talked while practicing.

"No, right, your father didn't practice that way." Zhou's head shook.

"Mother, father practiced wrong. Ling monkey boxing, Ling monkey boxing, Ling monkey is very smart." Yang Bao Shu said.

"Don't talk nonsense, your father doesn't practice this way!" Zhoushi hummed.

Yang Baoshu said: "This is what Mr. Chu said. The lingo is agile and dexterous, just like a human mind."

"Well, he's not a martial artist, what do you know!"

"Mr. Chu is a scholar. He reads the spirit monkey from the book. He is a scholar. He lied to me and instructed me to repay his mother. Mr. Chu praised his mother's skill!"

Although he felt that Mr. Chu was an extravagant person, if he talked to his mother, he would be ridiculed.

"Eat my meal, and nonsense my child, it's a real blindness to me a plate of dumplings!"

Yang Baoshu said busyly: "Mother, keep quiet, Mr. Chu can hear it!"

"What's wrong, I'm right again!" She lowered her voice.

Yang Baoshu said: "Mother, I will try it first. If it is really wrong, I will change it back."

"... Okay, you have a lot of mentality, don't be stupid to be fooled by others!"

"Yes, I know it!"

Chu Li smiled and listened to their mother and son's words, and then he relented and continued practicing sword.

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After practicing Ling Monkey Boxing in the middle of the night, Yang Baoshu felt that his skills were greatly increased and he was very flexible. So he left home early the next morning and came to the Feihong Gang.

The Feihong Gang is a large courtyard. In the center of the courtyard is a wide martial arts training field. Various weapons are placed beside the field.

When he came here, more than a dozen people were already working hard.

A tall, handsome young man greeted, "Bao Shu, what's the best thing, so happy?"

"Zheng Xia, watch the show, I have to teach the surname Hu well today!" Yang Baoshu said with confidence and humming.

When Zheng Xia heard this, he rushed to him: "You're crazy, he doesn't bother you, thank you already, you still want to trouble him?"

"I should revenge Xue Xue!" Yang Baoshu hummed.

"The martial arts of our two can't be compared to Hu Yu." Zheng Xia whispered: "How to fight?"

"I found the true meaning of Linghouquan. This time he must have beaten his head and begging for mercy!" Yang Baoshu hummed.

"The true meaning of Linghouquan?" Zheng Xia was dubious.

"Oh, this isn't the brother of the book." There was a strange voice of yin and yang behind him.

Yang Baoshu and Zheng Xia turned and stared.

A thin, small, and dark young man stared at them with a lazy ironic smile on his little black face: "Brothers, come early enough today, why are you suddenly diligent and want to practice your martial arts? ? "

"Hu's surname, let's make a comparison!" Yang Baoshu hated.

Hu Yu said "Yo", and cried strangely, "Sketch the gesture? You said it was the gesture?"

Yang Baoshu held his chest up ~ www.readwn.com ~ Hu Yu said, "It's not a gesture for us, it's me who beat you!"

"I want to beat you this time!" Yang Baoshu snorted.

"You're going crazy today!" Hu Yu said with a grin: "You want to hit me? Okay, look who's who, who?"

He said to strike out.

Yang Baoshu stunned and avoided it lightly.

"Yo, it's a good skill!" Hu Yu laughed and pounced on him, his black fists were small, fast and fierce.

At the beginning, Yang Baoshu still remained flexible and hid. After a dozen punches, he was frustrated with a fist, and was suddenly anxious and fierce. He was severely beaten by Hu Yu. Otherwise, it was not Zheng Xia's fate. However, Hu Yu refused to stop.

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