Chapter 277： difficult

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Hu Yu left with a triumphant smile and went to the field to continue boxing.

Zheng Xia looked helplessly at Yang Baoshu's **** head and shook his head: "This is the true meaning of Linghouquan?"

Zheng Xia helped him cover his forehead, and his forehead cracked.

Yang Baoshu covered his nose to keep the blood from flowing, and said in a sigh of breath: "I didn't get home, but the way is right. Didn't you see that I stopped him?

"I don't see much use." Zheng Xia said, "I can't hit him at all."

"I continue to practice, I can beat him, revenge Xue hate!" Yang Baoshu hated.

Zheng Xia said: "Where did you get the Ling monkey fist?"

"Teached by an expert," Yang Bao wrote.

Zheng Xia laughed.

Yang Bao wrote: "Why, don't you believe it?"

"Xinxin, I believe." Zheng Xia nodded quickly: "Go there and sit for a while, wash and apply ointment, or your mother will hit you again when you go home!"

Yang Baoshu suffered a lot of punches, but it wouldn't be noticeable, and he would become swollen after a while.

"Well ..." Yang Baoshu sighed helplessly.

He went home in the evening, but his bruises did not go away.

Seeing his even more miserable appearance, Zhou's scolded: "Okay? This is the spirit monkey you said? The spirit is fart, but I was so stupid as a bear, and it ’s a monkey, I think it is Dead monkey! "

"Mother, I haven't practiced well, practice for a few more days. I can definitely get revenge!" Yang Baoshu said busyly.

"Practice a fart!"

"I played better today than before, so I angered the surnamed Hu, and he was so fierce." Yang Baoshu said busyly: "Absolute progress. Will definitely surpass him!"

"Really?" Zhou was dubious.

"Mother, I'm going to practice at home for a few days!" Yang Baoshu said, "Retreat hard!"

"... Okay. If you practice for a few more days and you can't fight with the surname Hu, you won't be able to practice like this again!" Zhoushi hummed.

"Good!" Yang Baoshu agreed in a hurry.

He did not leave the house in the next few days, and was always practicing boxing. After training, he meditated and adjusted his breath to restore his strength.

Sometimes I secretly take a ladder to look at the next door, see Chu Li sitting cross-legged on the stone table, motionless. I think he is more mysterious, he must be an expert, and he is practicing internal skills.

Unfortunately, his internal mentality is only the basic mentality of Feihong's help to the lowest disciples. Fighting has no effect, and it is good to restore physical strength.

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In the early morning five days later, Feihong helped train the martial arts field, Yang Baoshu and Hu Yu stood face to face, Zheng Xia stood aside.

Yang Baoshu was tall and sturdy, Hu Yu was short, thin, and black, and they were half a head behind.

"Practice in retreat?" Hu Yu said with a grin: "Okay. If you have the ambition, look at how much you have grown up!"

"His surname Hu, see if I don't strangle you!" Yang Baoshu hummed.

He is confident. I feel that Ling Monkey Boxing is getting better and better, with deeper flavor and stronger power.

"Look at you!" Hu Yu laughed and rushed up.

Yang Baoshu's nimble **** avoided the black, small and heavy fists.

"Oh, come again!" Hu Yu strangely chased behind him.

Yang Baoshu walked westward, moving like a monkey, avoiding Hu Yu's fist, and more than twenty strokes in the blink of an eye.

Hu Yu chased after him. One side screamed, "Come, treasure book. Why not come to choke me? What are you running!"

Yang Baoshu still kept dodging and roaming.

He couldn't even run before. Now that there has been great progress, Ling Monkey Boxing has become more effective and more flexible.

"Bao Shu, you are not called Ling Monkey Boxing, but you are a funeral dog fist! You are running away!" Hu Yu chased and groaned, "You funeral dog fist is really powerful and can be used to escape ! "

"Hit!" Yang Baoshu yelled and shouted.

"Bang!" Hu Yu was caught off guard, and his thin black face was punched.

"Yang Baoshu!" Hu Yu was furious, and his black and small fists smashed insanely, falling like a rock.

Yang Baoshu hid a few tricks and couldn't avoid it anymore. Suddenly he got a lot of punches on his face.

Zheng Xia was busy pulling Hu Yu, and also suffered two punches.

Hu Yu angrily touched his face and hummed: "This time in Zheng Xia's face, spare your life!"

Yang Baoshu covered his nose and stared at him with a sigh of sigh: "The next time I strangle you!"

"You--!" Hu Yu was so angry that he would punch.

Zheng Xia was standing in front of Yang Baoshu: "Hu Yu, don't go too far!"

Hu Yu stared at Yang Baoshu with a resentful grin: "I'll pack you next time!"

Zheng Xia smeared some ointment on his face, and said, "Bao Shu, are you really practicing Ling Wu Quan? No!"

"Did you not notice that I punched him?" Yang Baoshu said excitedly: "Have you made any progress? ... Hey, it feels good to punch him!"

"This ..." Zheng Xia thought for a moment: "Hu Yu is right, your fist is very useful for escape!"

Yang Baoshu stared at him.

He felt that Mr. Chu was right to give instructions, and Ling Monkey Boxing should be so practiced.

It's not that you're not training properly, but that you're not training well enough!

——

In the evening, he walked back reluctantly, and on the street, his steps became slower and slower. Zheng Xia's ointment was good. His uncle was the master of Rui Jintang. This ointment was stolen by him.

But no matter how good the ointment is, it is impossible to completely eliminate the bruising on the face.

After coming home, I can't escape my mother's meal!

As soon as his eyes brightened, he saw Chu Li, carrying a basket of fruit, and his white robe fluttered slowly.

"Sir!" Yang Baoshu busy holding his fists.

Chu Li glanced at him, didn't speak, and walked slowly, as if he didn't know him.

Yang Baoshu was used to it, knowing that he would not care about himself outside.

So he stepped back home, and naturally had a beat. Zhou's strict orders made him not to practice any more, and to practice again.

Yang Baoshu can't beat his mother, so he can only practice honestly.

But as soon as he left the house, he went to Feihong to practice the martial arts field, and he was still in shape according to his own ideas.

——

Duchen was heavy and the sky was dim.

Chu Li is practicing sword.

Yang Baoshu set up a ladder and climbed to the wall again. He carried a plate of dumplings in his hand. He lifted the ladder to the side with a smile, and fell lightly to the floor. how is it."

Chu Li put down his sword and took the chopsticks: "Aren't your mother not giving me food?"

"Hi, my mother is the knife-tofu heart ~ www.novelhall.com ~ said you are a big man, afraid that you will not cook." Yang Baoshu said with a smile: "Sir, thank you for your guidance, I am much better now."

"Um." Chu Li devoted himself to eating dumplings.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

"What do you think?"

"It must be very deep."

"Very good health."

Yang Baoshu nodded and agreed.

It really doesn't look like killing swordsmanship, it's more like playing with a strong body. His sword is so heavy. Such a practice method really has the magical power of strengthening.

Chu Li slowly eats dumplings, wipes his mouth with a handkerchief: "Well, let me practice Ling monkey boxing again."

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