Chapter 868

Bai Lang had no intention of knowing the names of these people who learned martial arts with him, as long as he knew their nicknames like Little Zhang, Old Li, and Gangzi Tou. And he himself didn't change his name or surname, still saying his name was Bai Lang. These people called him Teacher Bai, because Bai Lang didn't take them as apprentices, just giving some pointers.

Was there any benefit to giving pointers to these people? Actually, there was none. There was no such thing as reviewing his own practice through the effort of giving pointers, thereby finding his own shortcomings—although these people loved martial arts, they were actually all low-level, low-level, very low-level hands. Giving them pointers could only be said to be introductory-level lip service, and it had no effect on Bai Lang's summary and review.

And Bai Lang was not at the time to review and summarize his own practice path at all now. He hadn't reached this level at all. At the moment, he was practicing to transform all his introductory internal force into the internal force of the Golden Bell Shield—if there was a chance in the future, perhaps he could further practice profound internal skills. At that time, the operation route of this Golden Bell Shield might become a fighting method instead of a practice method. But as it seemed now, this Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield practiced from outside to inside was a more profound method than his introductory internal skill.

Before all the internal force was transformed, there was no talk of the second pass. At the moment, after breaking the first pass, Bai Lang felt that his strength had increased a lot, his ears were sharp and his eyes were bright, and as for the skin, it also seemed to give people a feeling of the toughness of old cowhide, but this skin didn't become rough, but became more and more delicate, and even the sweat hair on his arms became a bit thinner and softer.

Bai Lang also tried to stab his arm with an awl. If he didn't use much force, it would only leave red marks on the skin, at the level of blood and water about to come out but not yet. If he practiced Qi in advance, there wouldn't even be red marks. If it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid that if they used a three-edged knife to stab it with force, it would be at most breaking the skin... it would be good if it could enter the flesh by three points.

If he used force himself, he could use an awl to break the skin and flesh, but that was his feeling, and he hadn't tried it—it would hurt.

According to Bai Lang's own calculation, he could transform all his internal force into the internal force of the Golden Bell Shield in at most one month, but the behavior of absorbing that ray of purple energy from the sun every day still had to continue—this could be considered a ray of innate true Qi. Absorbing it every day was helpful for his own practice of innate true Qi—perhaps after opening the big circulation, he could use this accumulation to open the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head and the Yongquan acupoint on the soles of his feet, thereby communicating with the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Pass to become an Innate Expert.

These people were full of enthusiasm because in their view, Bai Lang had real skills, just like the masters they had apprenticed to in the past. This so-called modern traditional martial arts, mainly relying on bragging, mainly going out and saying how my master, my senior brother, my grandmaster is, but these few were truly wanting to learn to fight. On this point, Bai Lang could teach them a lot, perhaps more than their masters could teach them.

However, Bai Lang never told them more, so if they wanted to go out and brag, it would be very difficult to use Bai Lang to brag... But it was hard to say, after all, when Bai Lang practiced by himself, these few could also feel his stomp making the earth tremble, and the power of his fist wind and fist power—they could feel it when they were relatively close.

Bai Lang didn't spar with them. In fact, these people rarely sparred with each other, but specifically engaged in things like "touching hands" and "listening to strength." Was listening to strength useful? It was useful. At least Bai Lang could "listen" to these people's strength and moves by relying on the skin or even intuition—the distance was quite far. But listening to strength didn't mean he could resist. Dodging was possible, but if the opponent was strong and the moves were fast, what if he heard it? He couldn't block it and couldn't run away, and he would still be finished.

Bai Lang wouldn't correct them either. At their level, listening to strength was much more useful than the situation Bai Lang might have to face. However, as for touching hands, Bai Lang felt that it was still most useful to have a real sword and gun competition. But it was also hard for him to say that you should really fight and get used to sparring—the martial arts practitioners here were afraid that they wouldn't take fighting as their profession.

It was hard to say for Bai Lang himself. He was also worried now that if he got used to peace for ten years, would he still be able to pick up the fighting spirit after transmigrating back? Being a thug in the dental agency, he had also fought a few times with real swords and guns—this was although it was gilding his face, but a few ruffians had also fallen under his fists and feet, and he had made a name for himself in the dental agency—although there was no nickname, the name Bai Lang of Changle Dental Agency was still quite useful.

"Fortunately, I firmly rejected their calling me Brother Lang at the beginning—what kind of uncultured ruffians are these? My name is Bai Lang, can you call me Brother Lang? Either call me Brother Bai Lang, or call me Brother Carefree is also fine." Bai Lang also thought, and in the end, that group of people naturally called him Brother Bai Lang.

Bai Lang was also looking for opportunities for actual combat—in fact, there were some. This world was never peaceful, even in the countries surrounding China, there were places sinking into the flames of war. But there was also a problem, that was, the combat experience of thermal weapons and the combat experience of martial arts were two different things. Except for the fighting spirit and combat vigilance that were common, the experience of firearms had no meaning after transmigrating—perhaps it could replace the experience of hidden weapons?

That was to say, if he had to rely on fists and feet, these places... he always felt it was not very suitable, but if there was really no other way, it could only be like this. Of course, there was also professional fighting, which could only be said to be a small supplement. Ring fighting and no-holds-barred, no-venue fighting were not the same. Martial arts fighting was more dangerous than the ring. However, such fighting was at least more suitable for experience and combat intuition than going to those battlefields to grind.

"Think carefully, when I was Brother Bai Lang, it seemed that I couldn't talk about any life-and-death situation... A thug in the dental agency couldn't have any life-and-death situation, not even an unranked Jianghu person, just a little better than a ruffian..." Bai Lang also secretly made a decision that if possible, he would still have to find a way to join the professional fighting circle.

At the moment, after the internal force was transformed, this idea could basically be put into practice—generally speaking, it was estimated that it was better to find a way to go to Southeast Asia. In mainland China, it seemed a bit difficult to join professional fighting, at least Bai Lang had no way. Of course, Southeast Asia was not considered to have good public security. Even if he couldn't join professional competitions for a while, underground fighting competitions and even fighting in the underworld were there. This point was more suitable for Bai Lang than in the country.

However, what Bai Lang didn't expect was that when he finally transformed all his internal force, he had to find a way to escape, avoiding pursuit all the way, wanting to cross half of China from the Northwest, and sneak out of the country... What exactly was going on? Listen to the next breakdown. ===== CHAPTER 869 =====