Chapter 175

Fang Qingqing's words are mixed with impoliteness and drive away at the same time.

"Have you seen his ability? It's probably just some tricks. What can he do with his little body? What can you do? Don't be cheated. " The young man then turned around, "you cheated the police station. It's really bold."

Some people are born mentally retarded and can't help it.

"Boy, dare you compete with me? I'd like to see what you call true skills. "

The last three words bite very hard, which represents a deep provocation.

"Are you sure?" Situ Mo was never afraid of things.

It's hard for anyone you love to provoke me.

"Just be sure. Don't cry if you're hurt later." Young people are confident.

"I'll give you the same."

At this time, the two were three meters apart. In the eyes of the young people, they despised or despised, and even never put situ Mo in their eyes. With that lazy attitude and a body scattered in a flash, do you still deserve to be a coach? Just pull out a soldier who is no better than him.

"I'm going to start. You should pay attention." The young man smiled.

Situ Mo was too lazy to respond and ignored it directly.

"Ah!" The young man roared, kicked his right foot on the ground and rushed forward quickly.

Near the heel, a flying foot kicked out, with standard action and rapid speed.

In the eyes of outsiders, it may be fast, but in situ Mo's opinion, it's too slow, comparable to a snail.

Seeing that he was about to kick situ Mo, he leaned slightly and avoided. The position of the movement is very small and subtle.

At the same time, situ Mo attacked, raised his right arm and stopped the other leg.

The young man is in the air. He loses his balance at random and falls to the ground.

'poop', very loud.

What is more sad is that the face falls to the ground

Defeat the strong with softness, a simple move, and defeat the opponent without the slightest effort. He didn't use Reiki, he just relied on skill.

The police officers shouted in their hearts that it was wonderful, with crisp hands and ingenious body methods, especially their mastery of accuracy was appalling.

fierce!

"Master Qu, are you okay?" The old man came forward and said with concern.

"My nose is broken." The young man couldn't stop his tears.

"I'm sorry for you." The old man hated and suddenly stood up, "boy, how about I have a competition with you? How dare you fight? "

"The small one can't do it. Do you want the old one again? In that case, why can't I play with you? " Situ Mo fought at will.

"Good! You have a little courage, but don't blame me for any accident later. "

"There's so much nonsense. I really doubt whether you usually fight by mouth."

"Look!" The old man knew that he was a martial artist as soon as he made a move. He was vigorous and powerful.

There are obvious differences between ordinary people and martial arts. They are very different in speed, strength and way of attack.

Situ Mo showed a cruel smile at the corners of his mouth, and then fought head-on.

One shot is like a waking lion, showing its domineering and invincible posture.

"Bang!" The two palms were opposite and made a sound. The old man flew out without suspense.

One move! Just one move!

The old man accidentally hit the young man who had just got up, and they both fell to the ground.

"Wow!" The old man's blood was boiling and he couldn't stand spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Congenital master!"

"What did you say, Uncle Li?" Young people don't understand.

"This person is a congenital master!"

Situ Mo looked at them and said, "go away! I don't want to argue with you today. Don't be so arrogant in the future. The so-called "there are days outside the world and people outside the people. If you think there are two times, you think the world is invincible. In fact, it's not even as good as garbage."

"I'll teach you a lesson this time. It's too early to suffer losses in the future."

"Li Bo, let's go!" The young man's eyes were full of resentment, and his face was full of blood. He snorted and got into the car.

The window opened and the young man said again, "dare you tell me your name?"

"Situ Mo!"

"OK, I remember! I'll come again soon. "

"Come on, it's none of my business." Situ Mo turned away.

"Good!" A crowd of police officers clapped their hands and cheered. Their expressions were wonderful. They wanted to clap their palms swollen.

"Now we start formal training." Situ Mo pressed his hand, looked serious and said, "first of all, I want to know your personal physical fitness and endurance. Let's start with 500 push ups."

One mouth is 500. This is the rhythm of the whole dead.

The afternoon passed quickly. It was said that training was actually torture and destruction.

Among the training indicators in the afternoon, Fang Qingqing performed the best. Both physical fitness, endurance and fighting skills are very good.

But I can only say that it's good. It's far from an expert.

Of course, the experts mentioned here are only limited to the experts among ordinary people.

If Fang Qingqing is cultivated, he may be a material that can be made.

Now that situ Mo has accepted the task of instructor, he must teach some things. Finally, he will teach a simple set of luck formula.

This pithy formula is very rough and is not a good thing, but if anyone understands it, he will be amazed. This set of pithy formulas is exquisite and contains profound meanings.

What situ Mo took out, no matter how rubbish it was, was also an immortal Dharma, not something comparable to a martial artist.

As for whether these people have that understanding, we don't know!

Situ Mo didn't say much. He just told them that this set of formulas can strengthen the body, improve flexibility and strength.

In the evening, situ Mo drove home alone. Fang Qingqing had planned to invite him to dinner. As a result, he was tired and didn't want to move. He lay in the office and fell asleep for a while.

When they got home, Xiao Menghan also came back. The difference between them was less than two minutes.

"Menghan, you left work early enough today." Situ Mo said hello.

"Grandpa Zhang's 70th birthday tonight. Grandpa called and asked us to celebrate his birthday." Xiao Menghan put down his bag and said.

"Old man Zhang? "Huahai Zhangjia?"

"Yes!" Xiao Menghan nodded.

"Are you going?" Situ Mo asked strangely.

"Go, Zhang Jia, as the most famous family in Huahai, how can I not go as a junior. What's more, Grandpa called in person to tell him. " Xiao Menghan naturally said, "you don't want to go, do you?"

"If you go, I will go."

"Pooh!" Xiao Menghan smiles and is gorgeous.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I'll go alone. Some people don't look at ease." Xiao Menghan seldom talks and laughs.

"Yes, there are many cars at night and it's messy."

"Really just because of this?"

"Otherwise?" Situ shrugged.

"Isn't it because of Zhang Ziwen?"

"No!"

"A cooked duck has a hard mouth." Xiao Menghan turned and went upstairs, leaving bursts of fragrance.

"By the way, you go change your clothes and accompany me later."

Situ Mo smiled bitterly and turned to the bedroom.

Five minutes later, the two met in the hall. Xiao Menghan was wearing a long white skirt with a tight waist. The skirt hem dragged on the ground, showing a slender figure.

With a silver hairpin on his head and a little pendant, it shines and moves.