My Past Life Simulator Chapter 213

   "his-"

  The old man is really tough, especially the last blow.

   If it weren't for the fact that his physique was as high as 22 points, the skin was rough and the flesh was thick and thieves were resistant to beatings. The surnamed Li also had to kneel beside him, begging not to die.

  He Zhao took off his bunt shirt and looked at the bluish-red skin in the mirror, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

   "Zha Caili's neural response is by no means a realm that humans can achieve. It is estimated that it is the effect of the [King of Close-Bunt Bunts] badge, or one of the effects."

   Today's beating was not in vain, and I found out the shortcomings in my boxing.

   As long as you carry out targeted reinforcement and training, you can go a thousand miles in a day.

   He was lying on the bed, carefully recalling in his mind the scenes of the tragic cracking of the five-style "Military Dao Killing Fist", as well as his sarcastic words.

   Admittedly, those words are hard to hear, but they point out the biggest shortcoming of today.

   In the past, he defeated the BOSS with his powerful body and unexpected supernatural powers. Really hearty battles, not a few times at all.

   "What I lack is experience. There is an old Jianghu sparring who is known as the boxing champion of Jiang Province, and the tickets are not in vain."

   Change to the modern world and find a boxing champion from the league to spar with. It is estimated that the money will be calculated by the second.

   "Hey, old man, do you think you made a profit? Wrong, I made it after all!"

   The voice fell, and I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

   In the blink of an eye, noon.

   When he woke up, the blue and purple color on his body disappeared.

  Although the [Indomitable Death] has been upgraded twice, and the advanced level is [One Life], the hidden recovery injuries are still preserved.

   "God!"

   Every time, he couldn't help but sigh, the magic of talent.

   Get out of bed and put on the placket, and go straight to the paper shop again.

   If he didn't have a legitimate reason, the simulator even wondered if this guy had awakened some kind of special attribute.

   Li Zheng, who was tying up paper figures in the store, noticed that someone was coming, and immediately raised his head, ready to welcome the visitor.

   As a result, I saw a familiar face.

"you"

   Before waiting for the other party to finish speaking, He Zhao took the lead in rushing to speak.

   "Please enlighten me!"

  No, your kid is not sick, right?

   It doesn't hurt to beat in the morning, does it!

   In addition, the old man's punch cracked your sternum, at least you need to lie on the bed and cultivate for a while, right?

   "rub—"

   Taking advantage of the old man's astonishment, how could a famous ruthless man miss the opportunity, approached in three or two steps, and slammed the old face with a punch.

   The opponent tilted his head and slapped it with a backhand.

   "Bang!" "Bang!"

The two voices    sounded almost simultaneously, and Dengdengdeng, surnamed He, took five or six steps back.

   On the other hand, the old man who was sitting all the time, the four legs of the bench under his **** were all broken.

"Ok?"

   Li Zheng frowned, he hit the opponent's lower abdomen with a palm, and the opponent countered with his feet. It can't be said to be exactly the same as a certain trick that he used in the morning, it's almost exactly the same.

   If you don't react quickly and raise your legs in time, you may be hit. Even so, the small bench was ruined, he dropped his **** and squatted, losing some face.

   "What did you eat to grow up?"

   The old man put the paper figure in his hand aside and asked with a strange expression.

   In fact, he was full of doubts when they fought in the morning.

   Obviously looks very young, and his physical fitness is a bit stronger than his self-cultivation all the year round.

  If you are an old boxer, you can understand a little bit.

   Ke, an eighteen-year-old boy, why!

"Gifted."

   In this regard, He Zhao's explanation is very simple, Lao Tzu is a genius.

   I can't tell people, I can add a little bit to become stronger.

   "Come and fight!"

"you"

   "Bang!" "Bang!"

   The two of them fought together, and the more Zachai Li fought, the more frightened he became. The young man had something.

   The punches he used this morning were unfolded by the opponent one by one, and they were able to compete with each other.

   In the morning, he was still able to suppress the boy, but now he can't.

   Good seedlings, good seedlings learning boxing!

   If you meet before the age of 30, you must accept the boxing, and pass on the boxing skills that are invincible in the rebel army.

   What a pity, what a pity.

   The two fought seven or eight moves, and a scene that surprised the old man appeared.

   It's not that some ruthless man made a breakthrough and had an epiphany, but that he used all the tricks he had stolen in the morning, so he had no choice but to do it all over again.

  Zha Caili was stunned at He Zhao's behavior.

   "Bang bang bang!"

  People are a little dumbfounded, but the muscle memory accumulated over the years has almost subconsciously taught the young man a lesson, hitting the face, chest, and abdomen with three consecutive punches.

   "rub—"

   "Pfft!!"

   This time was the first time he flew out of the paper shop in the afternoon. Compared with the six consecutive falls in the morning, the improvement was enormous.

   "How did you get those three punches?"

  Zha Cai Li: "???"

  伱 is it stupid, I will tell you!

   "Forget it, I'll be here today. I'll come back tomorrow."

The voice of    fell, and he left without looking back.

   The previous three punches, one punch was harder than the other, and the third punch landed on the lower abdomen. He Zhao even felt that his intestines had been interrupted. Do it again, it is impossible, go back to recuperate.

   After an afternoon has passed, I can almost jump around again.

  When the figure disappeared and disappeared at the corner of the street, the old man in the paper shop suddenly supported the paper figure next to him.

   Don't look at him beating people and children in kindergarten in the morning, but he also consumes himself. Fighting with fists and feet, the speed of recovery of physical strength is not enough to take two breaths.

   He just took a few breaths and experienced another round of fierce confrontation. He was also tired.

   After all, when a person gets old, how can he be as strong as when he was young.

On the way   , He Zhao was still in his mind, carefully recalling the three combos.

   Fast, too fast!

   The first punch hit the face directly, and the person who punched was in a trance. The second punch, perhaps it shouldn't be called a fist, it should be called a palm. The fist hit the face door, and at the same time as the palm quickly turned, the arm moved down and was printed on the chest.

   And when he was hit hard and fell backwards. The palm turned into a fist, continued to move down, and an unparalleled power exploded in the square inch, knocking it into the air with one move.

   "I learned, I learned."

  No loss!

  Take a three-hit combo against the bad old man tomorrow and see if the other party has a way to break it.

   While it was still early, he went to look around, bamboo strips, reeds, sorghum straw, yellow paper, cinnabar and so on.

   The materials needed for "Paper Tie Art" are not as cheap as ordinary paper pegs.

   It was scattered, and a total of hundreds of silver dollars were spent.

  Only speaking of bamboo strips, it must be the bamboo that blooms for the second time in 120 years.

   Less than a year, no!

  Yellow paper needs to be infused with incense in the temple for three years. The longer the time, the better, which will improve the quality of the paper.

  Cinnabar is mainly for coloring, and some other colors are all fun. Either it has great medicinal value, or it is more cherished.

   In order to make more paper figurines, he almost ran half a golden city.

   "Money, no matter what world it is in, is not against spending."

   The savings left by my father in the previous life were only for one afternoon, and they were all spent, except for some food money.

   "The old house can't live in it anymore, so let's just find a time to sell it."

   After saying that, he went to a place where no one was around, unfolded his hidden power, turned into a stranger whom no one knew, and planned to rent another house.

   This move is very prescient.

  Li Yong knew that He Zhao, who resigned not long ago, had another fight with Li Zheng. Because of the rope of the hanged man, he was in a very irritable mood. He took out the dragoon revolver in a fit of rage, and led a few of the arresting house's heartfelt brothers, and went straight to the old house.

   One shot kills the matter, the big deal is to give more silver dollars to the chief and team captains.

   It's not a big deal to die in Jincheng as a person who is in the 9th century!

   The empty Captain Li smashed the objects in the old house into smashes in anger, venting his anger.

  However, the little things in the house are only worth a few dollars, one ocean can buy three sets, and they are still new!

   "Don't let Lao Tzu meet you, or you will have to kill."

  Li Yong gritted his teeth and led the dog leg away. If it weren't for arson, it would be a big sin, and it would be difficult to give money. Before leaving, it had to be set on fire.

   On the other side, He Zhao spent five oceans and rented a lonely courtyard.

  Then, start to tie the paper skillfully.

   I have to say that Zha Caili is really amazing. [Tutor+] not only recorded and saved Dacheng's "Paper Bound Art", but also the mature paper binding craftsmanship.

  Ten minutes later, a vivid paper figure appeared in front of him.

   "The human spirit is still needed, and the more evil it is in life, the better."

   In modern times, it is estimated that you have to go to the prison to find it.

   But there are so many wicked people in the Golden City.

  What is Daqingguo's more despicable deeds than the lower class?

   Too many, too many to count.

  Trafficking, scammers, traffickers, killers, kidnappings, robbery, etc.

   It was still early, so after the paper man, he tied a paper sword and a paper armor.

   Looking down at the leftovers, he could only make up a paper jar.

   Without saying a word, I got stuck!

   To collect the spirituality of the wicked, you need to use paper cans, otherwise what to store?

   "Call—"

   sighed, and he fell asleep in the courtyard.

   The sky dimmed, and he opened his sullen eyes and stretched his waist.

   "The injury is healed."

   face, chest, lower abdomen, no more pain.

   He stepped forward and left the small courtyard he had just rented.

   About half an hour, the sky was completely dark, and we returned smoothly.

"twelve!"

  He Zhao took out the paper can, and there were more than a dozen **** of light blue light in it, scurrying around in the can, as if trying to break free.

   "Think beautifully!"

  Opened the mouth of the jar, reached out and fished out a ball of spirituality, and photographed it at the vivid paper figurine.

   "Paper Tie"!

   "Om—"

The   paper inhaled the spirituality through the mouth and nose, and a faint wave came out, and it quickly became silent.

  【Spiritual Messenger】, start!

   With the consumption of energy, the specific attributes of the paper figurines are presented.

  【Ling·Paperman: The whole body is as hard as iron, tearing tigers and leopards with energy, flying in the air, and the body can be big or small. Smart and able to execute some simple commands autonomously. In addition, it can replace the owner to suffer fatal injuries. (Note: When the spirituality is exhausted, it will turn into an ordinary paper figurine.)]

"Snapped!"

   "Paper Tie", God.

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