Chapter 864

The place where Bai Lang was located was a place where the Obedience Cult, supported by oil-rich countries in recent years, had infiltrated quite a bit. Due to certain religious and ethnic policies in the past and the abuse of governing according to certain methods, 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 little hats said they wanted to search the place he rented to see if there was any alcohol or meat.

"Are you kidding me! 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 replied to these people very simply and stiffly. Thus, the verbal conflict quickly evolved into a physical conflict—this group of people was already good at this, and they relied on some kind of preferential treatment for religious and ethnic groups to be fearless—and it was even on their own turf, although it was an intersecting area.

Several strong cultists rushed over, and then fell to the ground even faster. If such ordinary people could also beat Bai Lang, wouldn't the fist 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 foul smell 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 he transmigrated, combined with the experience of being a thug in the dental agency after transmigrating, immediately let him know that these old men wanted to "touch porcelain" (stage a scam).

"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 outdoor backpack that had already been packed on weekdays, slung it over his shoulder, and left. However, at this moment, something fell from the roof beam and almost landed on his head—but Bai Lang was agile and had sharp ears and eyes. He felt it the moment the wind moved, reached up and grabbed it, 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 he couldn't spend much of the money from selling the house even if he rented until he died. That group of little hats first saw the man retreat into the room, but they didn't dare to go in and could only curse, while blocking the man's door to let the police handle it, and when the time came, they would make a scene to make this Han man suffer.

However, they didn't expect that the Han man just went 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 little hats had actually come in a truck, which was really lively. This man punched through the car window, tore off the car door with one hand, and incidentally pulled the terrified driver down with the other hand and threw 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 all the way, the 110 police shouldn't have had time to block him—from the time of the police report to Bai Lang's departure, it was less than three minutes in total, and the local police station hadn't even had time to organize personnel to set 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 handwritten copy. "Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield? This... is the martial arts of Ao Bai, Ao Shao Bao?" This man immediately remembered the Stephen Chow movie he had nostalgically and desperately watched after transmigrating here. This Ao Shao Bao's martial arts were still thunderous to the ear.

Basically, Bai Lang now regarded 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-nineties, how many so-called "martial arts secret manuals" had appeared in this society? Not to mention the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield, even the Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms and the Yi Jin Jing were there...

Bai Lang, who was driving, laughed out loud at this and prepared to throw this thing away after casually flipping through it. "It's probably that some child who was the original owner of that house liked martial arts manuals and even specially hid this thing on the roof beam." 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 one yuan and two jiao! It belonged to high-priced goods in that era. No wonder the teenager who bought this book had to hide it and not let his family see it—if it was 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 backward, 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 something that could be practiced. Look at this tempering skill on the fists and feet, look at this method of practicing Qi circulation; this could actually be practiced, at least there were no mistakes or omissions in the rules of Qi circulation.

That is to say, this was really a martial art that could be practiced, but he didn't know if this Golden Bell Shield was true or false, or if it was 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 consumption to strengthen Qi, it seemed that there was really no problem. ===== CHAPTER 865 =====