Fairy Strange: Eighty Years of Boy Kung Fu in the Beginning

Thinking of this, Mo Xuan was a little looking forward to his cultivation speed after becoming a leather training warrior.

Of course, he is still just a martial arts practitioner.

According to what Zhao Bao said, in the realm of tendon training, the strength breaks through to five hundred catties, and then tempering the big tendon, there is no need, not only waste time, but also achieve little results.

Moreover, most people, at this time, the hands and feet have been tempered to the limit, and there will basically be no growth.

At this time, if you temper the membrane, the strength will continue to grow.

"The proficiency of innate boy skill has increased, my strength has not yet increased, it seems that I can't just practice internal skills, and it will take more time for Bafang Chong Fist..."

Mo Xuan slightly modified his training plan in his heart.

After a short lunch break, Mo Xuan began to cultivate Bafang Chong Fist.

However, after not practicing for a while, a knocking sound came.

"Young Master, I heard!" Xiaoqing's voice was a little excited.

"What's going on?" Mo Xuan put on his clothes and opened the door.

"Mother Liu said that there was a murder on the other side of Umbrella Alley!" Xiaoqing's face was flushed, a little scared and a little excited.

"Homicide?" Mo Xuan frowned slightly, remembering the Su family's affairs.

"I heard that over there, seven families died, almost forty people!" Xiaoqing continued to tell.

"Did you find out who did it?"

"No, but the people in the county said that they were wanted criminals from the state city, and there was no more specific."

Speaking of this, Xiaoqing approached Mo Xuan a little mysteriously, lowered her voice

, and said: "Mother Liu said, those people are not wanted criminals at all, you think, wanted criminals, want to run for their lives, how can you kill people casually to attract the attention of the government?"

Even if it is a fortune, then it should not be done to these ordinary people, those people in Umbrella Alley are very poor!

"Not a wanted criminal, who is that?" Could it be a ghost? Mo Xuan looked at Xiaoqing a little strangely.

When Xiaoqing heard this, his eyes suddenly widened, revealing an expression of great surprise, "Young Master... You...... How do you know?! Mother Liu said the same! "

Mo Xuan: . .

In Mother Liu, as long as something strange happens, it can be attributed to the ghost.

Very simple ancient underclass people cognition.

"Mother Liu said that a few people have seen that ghost, and it looks like an old lady..."

Xiaoqing wanted to continue, but was stopped by Mo Xuan.

"You go to the smithy and ask me, how are the things I want made, why haven't you sent them?"

Mo Xuan ordered.

"All right, young master."

Sending Xiaoqing away, Mo Xuan closed the doors and windows and continued to cultivate Bafang Chong Fist.

"It's not a matter of always closing the door to practice martial arts, you have to think of a way."

Mo Xuan suddenly thought that as his skill became deeper and deeper, the movement he made became bigger and bigger.

In order not to be noticeable, Mo Xuan also had to deliberately converge and not be able to exert his full strength at will.

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October

14, one day before the ghost market opens!

In the past two days, Mo Xuan has been focusing on Bafang Chong Fist, and the proficiency of Bafang Chong Fist has also skyrocketed, until he has rushed to (99% of the first glimpse of the door)!

However, in the end, only one percent remained, and there was no breakthrough.

However, Mo Xuan was not in a hurry.

The memory of practicing Tong Zi Gong for nineteen years brings not only profound Tong Zi Gong skills, but also a calm heart.

"No matter what you do, you must take it one step at a time, and you can't waver because you haven't made progress for a while!"

Mo Xuan thought firmly in his heart.

Although, the last one percent of Bafang Chong Fist has only been stuck for an afternoon now.

Call! Call! Call!

The fist wind was violent, and under the candlelight, Mo Xuan's hands and feet turned into countless afterimages and attacked in all directions.

Every action, Mo Xuan did it to the extreme, without the slightest deviation.

Gradually, the fist wind stirred the air in the house, the candlelight began to shake, and finally poofed, and the four candles were extinguished in unison.

In the dark room, Mo Xuan still did not stop, he felt that his hands and feet were getting hotter and hotter, like an overloaded machine.

But this burning heat was not uncomfortable, but it made Mo Xuan have a feeling of pleasure.

The internal strength of the innate Tong Zigong began to accelerate, and in the pitch-black room, Mo Xuan's skin glowed with a faint golden yellow.

Mo Xuan did not notice this change, and even, he did not even perceive the acceleration of the internal force of the Tong Zi Gong in his body.

Because, the world in front of Mo Xuan's eyes has changed - soldiers wearing light armor and riding war horses rushing from all directions!

And Mo Xuan himself, standing firmly in place, constantly facing the enemy in all directions.

Under this special artistic conception, Mo Xuan felt that his Bafang punching fist became more and more free, without deliberately controlling it, like moving clouds and flowing water, Mo Xuan automatically played the Bafang punching moves.

Faintly, Mo Xuan felt that he had become a disc, and no matter which direction he was attacked, he was able to fight back without flaw.

Bump and bump!

In the dark and closed room, Mo Xuan's fists and feet stirred more and more vigorously, blowing over the tables and chairs.

This small movement made Mo Xuan suddenly break away from the artistic conception of the enemy in all directions.

Call!

Mo Xuan let out a long breath.

At this time, his hands and feet were hot, and the internal strength of the innate boy skill was running rapidly.

"Young Master, Young Master?" Hearing the movement in the house, Xiaoqing was a little worried.

"I'm okay." Mo Xuan opened the door.

As soon as Xiaoqing was about to speak, a hot breath rushed to his face.

"Less... Young Master, why don't you light the lamp? Xiaoqing felt her heart beat a little faster.

"Just accidentally extinguished, you go and order it for me."

Mo Xuan replied, at this time, the internal power of the boy skill in his body slowed down, and his hands and feet were no longer hot.

Just when the lamp was lit, Xiaoqing's heartbeat became faster and faster, and her little face was red as if she had applied rouge.

"Young Master, I... I'll go and serve you ginseng tea. Xiaoqing secretly glanced at Mo Xuan, and for some reason, she felt that Mo Xuan at this time had a special charm.

"Well, go ahead." Mo Xuan nodded and removed the four-hundred-pound bow on the wall.

Xiaoqing buried her head and ran out quickly.

Mo Xuan began to pull the bow, and the big bow that had to tremble to barely open before, at this time, with both hands, he pulled it away.

After pulling it more than a dozen times in succession, Mo Xuan felt exhausted.

Taking out the human skin paper, Mo Xuan checked his attributes: Mo Xuan's

life: two years (+62)

can: 1

skill: congenital boy skill (first glimpse of the door path 20%) Bafang punching (entering the hall 0%) Bloody Gong (70%)

Evaluation: Useful waste materials, dead people who die soon!

Tong Zigong has not changed, but the proficiency of Bafang Chong Fist has directly changed from the first glimpse of the door to entering the hall!

"Bafang punching... It's just a martial arts move, and it doesn't have the effect of tempering big tendons....

Do you say... It's not that Tong Zigong can't increase strength, but I haven't learned how to exert power at all?

Mo Xuan put down the python skin bow and analyzed in his heart.

After his proficiency broke through to enter the hall, his Bafang punch seemed to become an instinct, and every muscle was exerting force all over his body.

Mo Xuan is ready to try again, strive to break through before the ghost market opens, and become a leather training warrior.

Hearing the footsteps outside the room, Mo Xuan quickly put away the human skin paper.

Xiaoqing brought ginseng tea, and at the same time, he also brought a message:

"Young Master, Young Master He's people just came over and asked me to bring you a letter, saying that it was tomorrow at noon, and asked you to go to Jiufeng Lou."

Hearing this, Mo Xuan's heart moved.

It seems that He Yougui got the specific address of the ghost market!