Chapter 816

The place where Bai Lang was located was a region where the Obedience Cult, supported by oil-rich countries in recent years, had infiltrated significantly. Due to certain religious and ethnic policies of the past and the abuse of certain methods of governing, the conflict in this place was actually quite serious. Especially in the areas where the Obedience Cultist Zone and the Non-Cultist Zone intersected, things often happened. And Bai Lang was in such a situation now; the cultists wearing hats said they wanted to search the place he rented to see if there was any alcohol or meat.

"Are you kidding! What does it have to do with you if I drink alcohol and eat meat?" Bai Lang didn't like this kind of religion to begin with, and now he answered these people very simply and bluntly. Thus, the verbal conflict quickly evolved into a physical conflict—this group of people was already good at this. They relied on some kind of preferential treatment for religious and ethnic groups and were fearless—and it was on their turf, even if it was an intersecting area.

Several strong cultists rushed over, and then fell to the ground even faster. If these ordinary people could also beat Bai Lang, wouldn't the fist and foot techniques and Internal Force he had trained hard for three years after transmigrating be just for show? He didn't want to be shocking, so he just dodged normally.

This was equivalent to poking a hornet's nest. That group of cultists yelled and rushed over, and the leader was actually an old man. A stench of eating too much mutton rushed over directly. Bai Lang's five senses were sharp, and he wrinkled his nose. What was this old man leading for? Bai Lang wasn't a fool. The memories from before his transmigration combined with the experience of being a thug in the agency after his transmigration immediately let him know that these old men wanted to "touch porcelain" (extort money).

"Consider yourselves unlucky; even if you touch it, it's in vain." Bai Lang almost laughed out loud.

Bai Lang retreated into the room, picked up the field backpack he had already packed on weekdays, slung it over his shoulder, and left. However, at this moment, something fell from the rafters and almost landed on his head—but Bai Lang was agile and had sharp ears and eyes. He felt the wind move, reached up and grabbed the thing, didn't even have time to look, just stuffed it into his bosom and rushed out.

He couldn't wait for the police to come; he would definitely be at a disadvantage in this place, so it was best to just leave—anyway, the rent wasn't much money, and the money he got from selling the house wouldn't be spent even if he rented until he died. That group of small hats first saw the man retreat into the room, but they didn't dare to go in, only dared to curse, while blocking the man's door to let the police handle it, and then make a scene to make the Han man suffer.

However, they didn't expect that the Han man was just going to get his package, and then rushed out directly...

Bai Lang quickly rushed out of the crowd, arrived at the door, and saw that these small hats actually came in a truck. That was really fun. This man punched through the car window, reached out and tore off the car door, and by the way, used his other hand to pull the terrified driver down and throw him away. He got into the car himself and drove away—the key wasn't pulled out and the car hadn't even stalled.

Driving out of the city, the 110 (police) shouldn't have had time to block him—from the time the police were called to the time Bai Lang left, it was less than three minutes in total, and the local police station hadn't even had time to organize personnel to move out.

Driving the truck on the national highway, Bai Lang took out the thing in his bosom. "Hmm? Wrapped up... a book?" He casually opened the wrapping paper. The book inside wasn't thick, and the printing looked very rough, so rough that Bai Lang suspected it was a hand-copied manuscript. "Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield? This... is the martial arts of Ao Bai, Ao Shao Bao?" This man immediately thought of the Stephen Chow movie he had nostalgically and desperately studied after transmigrating here. This Ao Shao Bao's martial arts were still deafeningly famous.

Basically, Bai Lang now took this as a joke. Before he didn't know why he transmigrated to that martial arts world, he had also read about the so-called "Shaolin Temple" craze before he was born on the internet. From that era until the mid-90s, who knows how many so-called "martial arts secret manuals" appeared in this society, let alone the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield, even the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms and the Yi Jin Jing existed...

Bai Lang, who was driving, laughed out loud at this, preparing to throw this thing away after flipping through it casually. "I guess it was also a child who liked martial arts secret manuals who was the original owner of that house, and even specially hid this thing on the rafters." Flipping the book over to look, it was indeed printed in 1986. As for that printing unit, one could tell at a glance that it was a backyard unit, but the price was actually 1.2 yuan! In that era, it belonged to high-priced goods. No wonder the teenager who bought this book had to hide it and not let his family see it—if it were unfortunately leaked, he would mostly likely be hung up and whipped with a leather belt...

Bai Lang opened the book and looked at it casually... "Hmm?" He continued to flip through it, and for this, he even specially parked the car on the side of the road. "Hmm? Hmm! This... this is actually?" He was truly shocked. In terms of his current martial arts cultivation, this Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield was actually trainable. Look at the tempering skills of these fists and feet, look at the method of practicing Qi circulation, this was actually truly trainable. At least there were no mistakes or omissions in the rules of Qi circulation.

That is to say, this was truly a martial art that could be practiced. It's just that he didn't know if this Golden Bell Shield was true or false, or some other martial art. However, looking at the beating and the medicinal soup used for practicing external martial arts, as well as the pills for internal strength, it seemed that there was really no problem. ===== CHAPTER 817 =====