Chapter 595: Perhaps Possible

There is no need to think too much at this moment. Since this master wants to see his martial arts, let him see it. Bai Lang let out a tiger roar, and a strong wind circle erupted from his whole body. "This kind of martial arts is scattered and not condensed. It's only good for dealing with weaklings. This is the martial arts you use on the battlefield, right?" Zhou Shubi in front of him was still in a rogue squat, and even the smoke he exhaled didn't change shape at all, just as if the mad wind Bai Lang erupted didn't exist.

Bai Lang's violent wind of the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist spread directly to a range of a hundred miles. "Is it necessary? Are you unable to control your own strength or are you deliberately spreading it to charge the formation?" This baboon demon finally stood up and casually set up a posture. "The posture of the Arhat Renwang is more than enough to play with."

Bai Lang started from testing. He raised his hand, and a tornado was generated directly from under Zhou Shubi's feet. This baboon didn't move or shake and took this blow hard. Then Bai Lang slapped down with his palm, and another cone-shaped tornado struck down from the top of Zhou Shubi's head, and this Zhou Shubi still didn't move and took it hard.

"This is too sissy, just kill over!" Zhou Shubi whispered, and then he released a wave casually. There was a fist mark in this light ball, which easily broke all the six or seven tornadoes Bai Lang released that I had seen on TV. So Bai Lang didn't say a word, his figure flickered, and he killed in front of Zhou Shubi, punching, kicking, and using his legs.

Every blow was like a long spear, a giant hammer, or a battle axe. The energy of the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield had already been completed. In this world, it was already invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, and was a top-notch body-refining divine skill. Facing such fierce attacks, Zhou Shubi just stretched out his palms and took them with "slap, slap, slap, slap," without any wavering.

"Strength? I can only say it's okay! Next..." Zhou Shubi's elbow sank, and he directly twisted Bai Lang's anti-joint. Okay, now the joint technique and strangulation technique came, along with the strike technique of the Zhou baboon. Zhou Shubi directly broke Bai Lang's defensive posture, broke his Golden Bell Shield protective divine skill in two or three moves, and directly twisted Bai Lang into a twist shape.

The baboon's wild laughter resounded through the world. "Kid, you're not good enough yet!" He let go of Bai Lang. "Inner scene release? What a troublesome thing. You haven't been able to integrate this breath into a perfect whole yet. At least you have to take the step of self-will penetration to barely stand in front of me. Work hard, kid."

The baboon looked up at the sky. "This battle will not be known to anyone. Within a hundred miles, it is all suppressed by my demon energy. Even the gods and Buddhas in the sky dare not watch, hahaha." Zhou Shubi moved his arms. "Don't lose my face." After saying that, the demon stepped into the void and left.

This time it was Bai Lang's turn to squat on the side of the road in a toilet style. He needed to slow down, with the cigar he hadn't finished smoking in his mouth. "Why did this rogue soldier come?" Bai Lang cursed and swore in his mouth, but he only dared to beep in a low voice. If he thought about it carefully, Zhou Shubi didn't use more power than him when fighting him, completely controlling it at the same output as him or even lower.

What the other party showed was extremely high eyesight and extremely brutal close-quarters fighting skills. He easily dismantled his offensive, and now that he thinks about it, every blow hit the subtle gap in the protective energy that he thought was already perfect—he really didn't know there would be such a flaw.

What's more critical is that terrifyingly strong momentum. That momentum suppressed his White Tiger intent, as if the White Tiger was just playing in the iron claws of this baboon. "Perhaps it is this pressure that makes my Qi operation not smooth?" Bai Lang felt that this might be the opportunity for him to go further.

As for the strikes and joint strangulations in that close-quarters fighting skill, Bai Lang knew their brutality very well, but he was indeed not good at joint strangulation techniques. He could only marvel at the skilled technical transformation of his rogue master—this was completely different in style. Bai Lang's martial arts style was more suitable for battlefield fighting, which was shifted intentionally or unintentionally by his experience in multiple worlds.

Bai Lang remembered the Heavenly Demon Demon Monk. This one also had a similar style and was also an object severely attacked by Buddhism—the baboon was provoked and beaten, while this demon monk was simply an enemy of Buddha. He hadn't met many Buddhist experts yet. In fact, he hadn't even met any Taoist experts; he almost always met those secular strongmen.

However, he had only seen two grandmasters who were in the inner scene like him. Bai Lang was still looking forward to seeing more people, but could he find a way from them? Bai Lang felt that he didn't need to count on it too much. Squatting on the side of the road smoking, Bai Lang's mood was like smoke, drifting around without any stability.

This guy just squatted like this, while lazily looking at the road with his eyelids raised—a long convoy was coming from there. "Ho, so they are going back." Bai Lang felt his legs were a bit numb. "It seems the purity is not enough. This squatting method is not very suitable for a good person like me who has never been to a bitter kiln." So he switched to sitting.

How simple, find a big stone and cut it with a hand knife, wouldn't this stool be good? There is no need to find rice ears to pile up. Bai Lang sat on the stone like this, watching the convoy getting closer and closer. Of course, the speed of the convoy was also getting slower and slower, and finally stopped in front of him.

Bai Lang had already seen whose convoy it was. Wasn't it Princess Mingyue Ying Queyue's convoy? It also brought many of his rewards, although Bai Lang declined quite a few of them. Sure enough, after the convoy stopped, a group of guards appeared first, then eunuchs and palace maids laid out blankets and the like, and finally Princess Mingyue walked out and greeted him—the other party didn't seem to take the fact that he refused the marriage to heart.

Bai Lang also responded with a greeting, and the two sides were just like acquaintances. "Princess is also going back, it's on the way." Bai Lang said casually. "Oh, is Brother Yuzhu waiting for me on the side of the road?" The princess took off her veil, revealing her beautiful face, and a pair of eyes blinked and looked at Bai Lang "curiously."

Bai Lang smiled. He took a part of the princess's curious gaze—the cigar in his hand. "Well, not entirely." Bai Lang felt that it was good to follow the princess's words, so as not to be too unfeeling. "My master came just now, and we practiced by the way. Of course, I was unilaterally beaten." He said without caring at all.

The princess's curious eyes became brighter. "Can you hang and beat an inner scene grandmaster? No, an inner scene grandmaster's master? It must be an outer appearance real person? Or one of the gods and Buddhas in the heavens?" Bai Lang stroked his beard and laughed. "Where, I think it's probably a Bodhisattva. Perhaps it's possible, anyway, he said it himself. Looking at you, if there is a chance in the future, I will introduce you."