By the time the old man noticed it, Lan Xiaye's hand had already been wrapped with supernatural powers and he hit the old man.
"Gada"
Lan Xiaye watched in shock as a huge animal pincer blocked the old man's head, tightly protecting his head.
The old man's proud voice came from behind the huge mantis, "This is my mantis arm, how about it? Little girl, just give up."
Behind Lan Xiaye, the tiger walked towards her with elegant cat steps.
There really is a praying mantis in front and a tiger behind. Watching Mantis raise the pliers, Lan Xiaye smiled bitterly: "If this little setback makes me give up, then what else will I do?"
The missionaries watching the game in the audience were in an uproar, "Well said! Charge! Kill them!"
The hearty laughter of the old man sounded from behind Mantis, "You are so ambitious, let me accompany you to ask for advice today!"
As his words fell, the tiger, which was still walking leisurely, immediately roared, its huge body leaped up, and its sharp claws and teeth showed off.
The mantis stretched out two huge pincers and swung at Lan Xiaye. If he was caught by it, Lan Xiaye's hand would definitely be cut off.
Lan Xiaye took out a new weapon and blocked the tiger's claws with a horizontal knife. The long body of the mantis behind him was already swinging with its pincers.
She immediately jumped onto the tiger's back. The tiger was frightened and shook wildly, trying to throw Lan Xiaye off its back.
However, Lan Xiaye clung to the tiger's body, and the tiger couldn't get rid of her at all. He roared and stood upright, letting Lan Xiaye slide down naturally.
Taking this opportunity, the mantis, which had been watching eagerly from the side, immediately came around from behind and slashed across.
At this time, Lan Xiaye had already teleported in front of the tiger. She smiled as she saw the mantis's pincers cutting the tiger's flesh wide open, and then pulled out the sword. The sword flashed, and the faint ice mist slowed the tiger's movement.
A tiger disappeared, but it did not really die. The huge corpse turned into a point of light and disappeared in the ring.
There was only one mantis left, which was more slender and flexible than the tiger. It jumped quickly with its front legs to avoid Lan Xiaye's sword moves.
No matter how flexible it was, it couldn't compare to Lan Xiaye's teleportation. She swung the sword carelessly, watching the movement of the mantis, predicting the mantis's foothold in her mind, moving her body, and then turned around and swung the sword.
The mantis just landed on the ground and hit the sword head on, turning into a point of light and dissipating.
The audience started a heated discussion again, obviously amazed by Lan Xiaye's operation.
"Good!" The scrawny old man exclaimed with piercing eyes, "What a skill, what a calculation!"
His words did not have any derogatory meaning, he was simply amazed by Lan Xiaye's prediction just now.
"Do you want to learn boxing from me?" The old man looked at Lan Xiaye with a smile in his eyes.
Lan Xiaye asked doubtfully: "Is this the punch you used just now?"
"That's right."
Lan Xiaye looked at the old man in surprise. He didn't understand why there would be a taskmaster willing to teach his skills to a stranger. Isn't he afraid that after he learned it, he would spread the word or tell others about the weaknesses of his boxing skills?
Seeing Lan Xiaye's hesitation, the old man said dissatisfiedly: "Old man, I've given you the food, how can you still keep grinding?"
"How about it? Don't think my boxing skills are bad. This is a boxing technique passed down from my family. Those artificial intelligences in the training room will not teach you such useful boxing skills."
Before Lan Xiaye could answer, the old man continued to persuade Lan Xiaye: "You are so good at it, it would be a shame if you don't learn some serious boxing skills. Don't think that I can't beat you. I see what you just said It's too reckless to deal with all my punches. If my physical ability wasn't as good as yours, you would have been beaten back by me just now."
"Of course I do." Lan Xiaye couldn't laugh or cry, "I can't even thank you enough, how could I dislike you."
The old man stopped talking, put his hands behind his back, smiled proudly, and looked like a master.
The other missionaries in the audience looked at each other blankly, not understanding why they stopped their disciples in the blink of an eye.
No matter how confused they were, Lan Xiaye and the old man were eager to learn boxing and were unwilling to continue fighting in the ring.
"Don't worry." Seeing Lan Xiaye's desire to compete, the old man raised the corners of his lips and said proudly: "When you finish learning my boxing skills and come to compete again, I can guarantee that you will win ten games in a row. The first stage of the competition is definitely not difficult.”
Lan Xiaye was curious: "Then can I still catch up?"
The old man glanced at her: "How many people do you think there are in Panyu District?"
Lan Xiaye said hesitantly: "Thousands of people?"
"Haha." The old man shook his head, and the old god said calmly: "Panyu District is a Xuan-level area, and its strength is not weak among the same level."
Hearing what the old man said, Lan Xiaye guessed that the number of people in Panyu District might be much larger than she thought.
But when she heard the real number of people in Panyu District, her pupils could not help but shrink.
"One hundred thousand people?!"
Lan Xiaye couldn't believe it.
"Are you surprised?" The old man glanced at Lan Xiaye and said with a smile: "This is a gathering point for people from thousands of worlds. There are so many people who died accidentally in so many worlds. In fact, this number is not that many. Like There are at least a million missionaries in those large areas.”
After listening to the old man's explanation, Lan Xiaye calmed down and understood more deeply what a behemoth the Lord God Space was.
"Okay, I'm home." The old man stopped outside a courtyard. "There is no room to practice in the training ground now. Come and practice in my own yard."
The yard is not big, and it does not have the unique sense of technology of the training ground. It is just a square open-air yard.
The old man set up his movements and said, "Come on, let me teach you the tiger fist I just used."
He demonstrated it in front of Lan Xiaye, "Have you seen it? You come and play a trick."
After the physical fitness was upgraded, the memory naturally also improved. Lan Xiaye memorized the movements and sequences, followed the instructions, and danced a set of boxing techniques.
"Yes, the hand is raised a little here." The old man pointed out a few minor mistakes, showed an expression of approval, and asked Lan Xiaye to type a few more times until there were no mistakes at all.
After thoroughly memorizing this boxing technique, the old man said: "Next, use this boxing technique to attack me."
Lan Xiaye took a good posture and moved her body with the boxing technique. She could feel that following this set of boxing attacks, her boxing style became more powerful and organized.
Sure enough, after she used the Tiger Fist, the old man could still fight her to a draw, but now he retreated again and again to avoid being hurt by her.
"Hahaha." After being punched by Lan Xiaye again, the old man laughed, "Okay, my Chen style of boxing can be considered a successor."
(End of chapter)
