His son can do hypnosis, Lao Li knows it, but he never thought that this little cub would use such a method to solve his opponent.

It's open!

It's not fair!

"Seniors won!

Yu Yue, the new martial arts master of the Security Bureau, once again turned into a little fan girl, completely ignoring the fact that her colleagues were locked by Li Bai's immobilization technique, and were maintaining all kinds of strange attack movements, which looked very weird.

Except for Yu Yue's voice, there was silence in the auditorium.

"What's the situation?"

Major Xue picked up what Commander Qian had not finished.

"It's hypnosis!"

Lao Li originally thought that Xiaobai had a change of heart, and his mastery could finally be succeeded by someone.

But now it seems that it is clearly overthinking.

What's the deal with hypnosis?

Isn't the family heirloom Xuanmen authentic "Refining Divine Formula" bad?

You have to do all this crooked stuff!

When Lao Li planned to teach his little cub the true qi of the family, the thick booklet did not last for a week, so he was dismantled and folded into paper airplanes, or stuffed into a coal stove to burn a fire and play, and finally disappeared.

It's more annoying than a textbook, and it's boring, so it's better to burn paper early to worship the sky. --Li Xiaobai

There is a reason why Lao Li's tutor likes to use armed belts, and Li Bai doesn't have to shout wrongs at all.

"Hypnosis?"

Commander Qian and Major Xue both had "you teasing me" expressions on their faces, expressing disbelief.

If you all have such a hand, stop fighting, everyone will start the game.

"Daddy, it's done. ”

Li Bai walked through a group of guys with strange movements and was about to get off the field.

It's all like this, how can you still compete?!

Does one beat a group?

I'm sorry, he really can't do this.

"Wait, can you snap my fingers?"

Lao Li didn't believe in this evil, so he threw the down jacket that he hadn't put on on the ground directly, and walked directly to the field made of cushions.

"Come on, senior!"

The little fan girl has mysterious confidence in the big devil, and she sensibly picked up Lao Li's clothes.

It's my uncle's clothes, and it's dirty on the floor.

Seeing his father playing, Li Bai didn't have the confidence to repeat his old trick again, snapped his fingers casually, lifted the "immobilization technique" of the instructors of the Security Bureau, and cleared the field!

The instructors, who had been scheduled for a while, were relieved, and finally regained their freedom, and hurriedly retreated with a sense of panic, giving up the venue to the father and son.

To tell the truth, the old man still has two skills.

Otherwise, how can you be the secretary general, don't think that the combat effectiveness of the cooking soldiers is weak, sometimes it is the opposite, and it cannot be underestimated at all.

Whoever makes the chiefs always like to inspect the cooking class, Li Wei, the secretary general, is the killer of the special brigade.

Even the logistics personnel are so powerful, so the official soldiers are not allowed to go to the sky?!

The special brigade will also pretend to be a good one-handed.

"Come over to me!"

Lao Li leaned out his hand and seemed to be extremely slow, but it was actually extremely fast, and he came to Li Bai in the blink of an eye.

Li Bai's reaction was not slow, he shook everything and slashed his palm at Lao Li's wrist.

There are numb tendons there, and once they are cut firmly, I am afraid that the whole arm will lose strength in an instant, which is not pleasant.

Before being cut in the wrist, Lao Li changed hands for the first time, and the two sides even pulled half a step closer, and the other hand in the momentum grabbed his son's shoulder like lightning.

Li Bai shook his shoulders, elbowed him, and touched the old man, and both sides took a step back.

The first round of mutual testing is over.

"Why don't you use hypnosis?"

Lao Li smiled and hooked his finger at his son.

Li Bai said indifferently: "No need!"

Knowing the son Mo Ruo Father, in turn, can also be said to be knowing the father Mo Ruozi.

The old man's heart is as hard as iron, but he doesn't have as many psychological loopholes as others can use, and he can't afford to gamble.

"I'm going to work harder, don't be careless!"

In fact, Lao Li is still quite satisfied with his son's response.

If you were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have been held by his shoulders a long time ago, and half of his body could not move, don't look at the simple moves, but the effect can be immediate.

"Daddy, whatever!"

Li Bai didn't care at all, just to that extent, it was far from enough.

However, he knows very well that his father has not yet shown his real ability.

If there were really only these two moments, how could it be possible to bring a "chief" in the special brigade in the first place.

Being an official does not have a long, and there is no sound of fart, having a "long" and not having a "long" are two different things, which means whether there is real power.

What's more, the secretary also has to participate in the training assessment, if there are no two hits, isn't it a joke?

"Look at the punch!"

In order to remind his son, Lao Li shouted directly and took a step to the left front, and his figure flickered, appearing in front of the right side of the original position without warning.

As soon as the left arm was raised, the fist swung directly horizontally, and the strength was not great, but it was a surprise.

The probing of the stance and punching was more than a step ahead, and finally revealed the tip of the iceberg of Lee's true strength.

The change of position without warning as if the shape was changing made everyone's eyes widen, and no one could see the change in Lao Li's pace, only the ghost-like figure that flickered left and right.

Syllable!

There was a crisp explosion.

Li Bai slapped his palm's fist accurately.

Lao Li looked at his fist in disbelief, and the sense of shock when the fists and palms hit each other was not an illusion.

To be able to take his punch, he has completely departed from the level of ordinary people, didn't this kid only like to go to graduate school before? When did he pick up his fist and kick kung fu again?

Li Juzuo was very puzzled.

Fist and foot martial arts are like sailing against the current, one day without practice, three days backwards, if you only patronize the study, it will definitely degenerate greatly, graduate school and master's degree, even if it is ten years of hard work, it is already thankful to be able to stay and achieve an achievement.

"Come again!"

Not only confused, but also curious, Lao Li shot again.

This time, he finally showed his ability to do three or four percent.

Almost in a blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Li Bai, his fists burst out, wrapped in the evil wind, and roared.

If this punch landed on a solid wooden board one inch thick, I am afraid that it could easily be pierced on the spot.

Syllable!

The sound was a little louder than before.

However, nothing has changed.

Exactly the same slap was slapped into his fist, but this time, Lao Li did not take the initiative to retreat, but involuntarily.

This little cub is very evil, and it seems to be an understatement of the slap, but it hides great power, surging down his fist, catching him off guard, and when he wants to react, it is too late, so he has to take two or three steps back and unload this force.

"Go on!"

Li Juzuo became more and more interested, and he didn't know what kind of surprises his son could bring to himself in the past few years of studying and working.

His strength then escalated, and the noise in the air became louder and louder, and everyone around the cushion couldn't take their eyes off it, for fear of missing every detail.

This kind of step-by-step process from slow to fast, from weak to strong, is the most suitable for on-site observation.

If it's a crackling and inexplicable punch at the beginning, I'm afraid it's hard to keep up with the rhythm, and you won't get anything but dizziness.

In the face of Daddy's increasingly ferocious offensive, Li Bai has always remained calm, letting you slap your fists and claws, just slapping back, just like swatting flies.

Three feet of land, invincible in the world.

Li Juzao, who couldn't attack for a long time and couldn't take half of the cheap, became more and more surprised in his heart, and suddenly let out a low shout.

"The killer is here!"

Boom!

Just when the palms of the father and son were imprinted together, the air within a radius of seven or eight steps seemed to shake violently, and the phase change ripples of the air folds could be vaguely seen fleeting.

"Lying ...... Groove!"

Head Qian thought he was hallucinating.

...... Until a wave of air rushed to his face, so that his face seemed to be scraped by a blade.

He and Major Xue looked at each other, finally confirming that this was not just his imagination, but real.

Lao Li took a step back suddenly, looked at his slightly numb palm with some confusion, and frowned.

"That's not right!"

It's not just wrong, it's very wrong.

With that palm, he clearly used the true qi of the inner family, although it was relatively mild, it was not something that ordinary people could bear, and if his physique was a little worse, he would probably suffer internal injuries on the spot.

But his own cub took it lightly, which greatly surprised Lao Li.

Up and down the special brigade, everyone is proficient in fist and foot kung fu, basically all of them are based on foreign kung fu, and the true qi that needs to be boiled out day after day is not something that can be quickly achieved just by relying on the day and two days of service.

Li Bai also looked at his palm in surprise.

It was the first time he knew that his father also had the true qi of the inner family, not only was he not weak, but he was also very strong, and he was even above the old master of the "Hundred Steps Divine Fist" He Xiangpeng, as if he was already standing at the high level of the forging realm, the quality of the true qi was extremely pure, and there were not too many complications.

It's not surprising that Li Bai doesn't know anything about this, who would beat his own bear child with his inner family's true anger?

I'm not afraid of being killed by mistake!

It is not easy to cultivate true qi, and it is not easy to recover, Lao Li naturally will not be willing to casually spend true qi in front of his son to pretend and show off.

With this idle effort, it is better to break two armed belts more effective.

What's more, there weren't even many people in the special forces who knew about it at the beginning.

Who let now be the era of guns and firearms in charge of the war, no matter how high the martial arts are, it is difficult to escape the defeat of one cannon, there is no use at all, Lao Li's martial arts cultivation, heroes have no use, and they are fighting with pots and pans, no wonder Li Bai also has talent in this area.

"Xiaobai, who did you learn the True Qi cultivation method from?"

Lao Li looked his son up and down, this surprise was a little too big, more like a fright.

When the burst collided just now, the son's strength was completely different from his own inner family's true qi, and it seemed to be even more domineering.

Lao Li's true qi was suppressed in an instant, and there was a faint time when it was reversed, so this was by no means his exclusive mastery of "Refining the Divine Technique".

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