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Just like last time, the young man of Baima Qingzhuang, after seeing Song Shuhang far away, happily called out: "Xiaobai, Xiaobai, finally found you!"

With the last experience, Song Shuhang slammed his fist and greeted him: "Yes, yes, I haven't seen it for a few days!"

Of course, his conversation does not cause the reaction of the young man, unless he said the keyword 'rest'. Otherwise, the youngsters will continue to follow the fixed script.

However, Song Shuhang is not prepared to say the word "rest" so early. He is also preparing to do this with the young man, and try to see if his own martial arts have grown.

Compared to the last time I entered the ‘real fantasy, I only learned myself from the ‘King Kong Foundation Boxing’. This time, Song Shuhang also mastered the bodywork of "The Gentleman Miles" and the "Do not move the Golden Body" to assist the quenching exercises. In terms of Taoism, it has mastered the ‘ palm of the thunder.’ Although the realm has not improved too much, the combat effectiveness is no longer the same.

"Xiaobai, where did you go now, I thought you were going to get lost." The young man in the green shirt came to Song Shuhang, grinning and shining. He is like the NPC of the game, acting in a certain pattern, over and over again, the lines have not changed.

"Don't say more, what is this refining!" Song Shuhang is very proud - but under his hand, he quietly used the power of blood to draw a 'Rayfu' in the palm of his hand, and a 'hand palm thunder' was stored in the palm of his hand. hair!

"Xiaobai, are we practicing boxing?" Tsing Yi’s young man did not throw weapons, but put a boxing style.

Song Shuhang haha ​​smiled: "I am in the right place, look at my power, the basic boxing method!"

Not waiting for the young man in the green shirt to punch, he has already started to be strong, and the footsteps of the ‘gentleman’s mile is the way to raise the speed to the limit.

After getting close to the young lang, the first shot is the basic boxing method, and the fist is like a violent storm.

This is the lesson he learned after he was abused for nearly half an hour.

Tsinghua’s 18-year-old martial arts are well-versed, and the boxing style is even more subtle. There is also a **** like the ‘dug-nine sword’. Under that one finger, Song Shuhang's full set of 'King Kong Basic Boxing Law' was easily removed by the other side.

Under such circumstances, only by the speed of breaking, go ‘thousands of broken, only fast and not broken’.

This time, Song Shuhang's realm has improved, and there are ghosts in the body, plus the genius of the gentleman, and the rain-like fists are faster and more angled!

"Hey, Xiaobai is good." The young man in the green shirt smiled.

Then, just like last time, the body of the young man in the green shirt is like a muddy, and easily escaped in the storm-like fist of Song Shuhang. Although the fist is fast, he can't even touch his body!

After a series of seventy punches, Song Shuhang boxing was exhausted!

At this time, the young boy in the green shirt suddenly pointed out: "Hey, Xiaobai pick me up!"

This refers to Song Shuhang, still like the ‘single fox and nine swords’, pointing directly to the flaws of his boxing method. When his boxing power is weak, the old power is exhausted, and the new force is not born, the block is unstoppable!

The last time, this is a finger of the pen of God, and Song Songhang wants to die. It is sore.

However, this time, Song Shuhang was already prepared... The palm of his hand was hunger and thirsty, waiting for this moment!

One of the green shirt teenagers was on the shoulders of Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang’s shoulders suddenly became sore, such as being shocked. However, this time, there is a body that does not move the body. This kind of numbness is within his acceptable range.

At the same time as the young man in the green shirt pointed out, Song Shukou sipped in the mouth: "The palm of your hand!"

In the palm of his hand, the thunder broke out and turned into a group of thunder. As Song Shuhang’s shoulders shook, he slammed into the youth.

The Tsinghua teenager did not seem to think that Song Shuhang would use Taoism. He did not escape the past.

The palms thundered and slammed on the boy.

The young man in the green shirt ate this palm of the hand.

The power of the palm of your hand is enough to make a football-sized hole on a solid rock. This young boy’s strength is unknown. I don’t know what happens after eating this palm.

Song Shuhang is not worried about whether the youth of the green shirt will die... This is just the 'unreal reality' that the white predecessor naturally caused when he practiced. Even if the young man is really hanged, there will be a new one after a while! Juvenile Lang's appearance, not afraid!

'boom! ’

The young man in the green shirt was thundered by the palm of his hand. The body flew out to the side and rolled a few laps in the desert. There was a faint lightning arc on the body. His body was numb by the thunder and slammed on the ground.

"Ha ha ha ha! Stupid, I will be in charge of thunder!" Song Shuhang proudly laughed - always calculated bad breath.

The last time I was abused by this young man in this desert, he didn't want to abuse it. This hair palm was really letting him raise his eyebrows and exhale, and his thoughts were all accessible!

When Song Shuhang was laughing, Tsing Yi’s young man rolled on the ground for another two laps and then stood up.

He patted the green shirt on his body and called to Song Shuhang: "Little white, play, use the Tao!"

Song Shuhang's big eyes: "Scratch, a palm of your hand is not hurt on the body?"

"Then I am not too polite!" Green Shirt Junior Lang actually said a new line.

- It seems that Song Shuhang's slap in the face has spurred new changes in the plot, just as the word 'rest' is a keyword.

But this time the new changes in the plot, it seems not so good!

Song Shuhang secretly swallowed his mouth: "Don't tell me, I feel that we are still welcoming. I feel a little tired, or do we have a rest?"

But this time, the word 'rest' did not cause the change of the story of the young boy.

"Hey, look at my way! Super invincible, Shenlong nine now, violent thunder and lightning big * law!" Green shirt juvenile hands together, the mouth called a string of long and long name.

Hey me?

When Song Sihang’s thoughts began to rise, he suddenly heard the sound of thunder in the sky, and then... a thunderstorm rain fell to him.

Yes, the rain of lightning!

Thunder and lightning are as dense as raindrops, even more terrible than when the Soviet Union’s sixteen-six-sevens were thundering.

Song Shuhang looked desperately into the sky, and this piece of lightning, he did not even have room to escape. His "Gentleman Miles" body method broke out to the limit, and may be able to rush out of the hundreds of meters in an instant. But the thunderstorm range in the sky is about five or six hundred meters wide!

I seem to... accidentally die?

Song Shuhang wants to cry without tears.

A moment later, Song Shuhang’s pig-like screams came from the desert...

it hurts.

Song Shuhang felt that the whole person had to be scorched by lightning... The consciousness began to blur.

Stop me, wow, I will die when I go on!

Having said that... I have forgotten something.

When I saw this strange desert, the first reaction was the opportunity to retaliate against the young man, and the whole person was excited. But I always feel that something has been forgotten by myself.

Yes, Xiao Li teacher!

Xiao Li teacher is still asleep on the sofa!

He will not meet this young guy. Xiao Li teacher is just an ordinary person, will it be dead?

Don't die, Xiao Li teacher!

Subsequently, Song Shuhang was black in front of him and was fainted...

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Teacher Xiao Li slowly opened his eyes.

"Hey, where is this?" He looked at the desert in confusion.

what? desert!

What happened, how can I be in the desert?

Let me take a look at the recent memories - I seem to be because of the urgent need to use money, and promised that the school has two rookies and big riches flying to the sky. Then, this morning, after signing the contract with my colleagues, I went to the aviation school and the two richest people to come and learn to fly.

After that, I met with the two richest people. One is a handsome man and the other is a very friendly college student.

Then, there is no memory for myself... Oh, there seems to be some vague Western faces in the vagueness, but nothing happens to it.

"What's going on, how can I be in the desert. Is it a dream?" Xiao Li's teacher licked his temple, then he reached into the sand under his body and glanced.

The sensation of sand flowing from the fingers to the mind is so real. Xiao Li faculty pinched his thigh again, super pain! Not a dream, I was really thrown into the desert.

Was it an accident when I took the two trainees to the plane and the plane crashed into the desert?

No, there is no desert near the Jiangnan area!

"White, you are awake!" At this time, a small man's voice came from Xiao Li's teacher.

Xiao Li’s teacher turned around and saw that he was sitting in a green shirt and a young man in his not too far away. There was a solid white horse next to him!

Hao Jun’s young man, is this a filming film?

Also, who is Xiao Bai, is it calling me?

"Xiaobai, where did you go now, I thought you were going to get lost." The young man in the green shirt narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Wait, children, Xiaobai is calling me?" Xiao Li teacher pointed at himself and asked: "Do you admit the wrong person?"

My name is Li Xihua, a young flight school flight instructor, unmarried.

My popularity at the aviation school is very good. Everyone kindly called me Xiao Li.

But in the past few days, something strange happened. After I was mistaken for Anthony, I was mistaken for white. Today, what kind of ghost is Xiaobai?

Hey, wait!

What kind of ghost is Anthony? ?

On this day, Xiao Li’s instructor found a very horrible thing – there seemed to be some strange memory fragments in his mind. Or maybe he may have lost a lot of memory?

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However, the young man who did not seem to hear the screaming of Xiao Li’s teacher, he turned and immediately took off a long steel sword and threw it to Xiao Li’s teacher!

"Xiaobai, are we practicing swords well?" said the young man in the green shirt, and immediately took another sword from the sword!