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Chicken soup for the soul!

Isn't this the usual method used by entrepreneurs to draw big cakes for the company's subordinates and squeeze the labor force of employees!

Is this a super power? !

It's useless to encourage those who are stronger than yourself, and what's the use of encouraging those who are weaker than yourself?

The upper limit is to turn a war three scum into a war five scum?

Li Mu suddenly felt bad.

It really made An Tong's point, he is really a support!

"Don't be sad, your ability is quite good." Seeing Li Mu's loss, Cang Jiwu comforted him, "It's a super power anyway, isn't it?"

"Yes."

Li Mu was a little melancholy.

This ability can't increase itself - what's the matter with feeding yourself chicken soup?

Seeing that the slime inspired by Li Mu is sweeping around, the speed of devouring and cleaning has been increased by more than three times-but it is still cleaning in essence!

Cang Jiwu continued: "Anyway, no matter what your ability is, you are now awakened.

Spiritual awakening allows people to step directly into the black iron steps, and you are now a transcendent. "

There is a description of the strength level in the group chat file.

According to the luster and strength of spirituality after awakening or opening, it can be divided into seven grades: black iron, bronze, silver, gold, platinum, emerald, and diamond.

"Next, I will give you some simple fighting training."

Cang Jiwu smiled slightly: "The so-called simplicity is actually being beaten."

As he spoke, Cang Jiwu punched Li Mu directly.

"If you want to beat someone, you must learn to be beaten!"

Li Mu was taken aback, the fighting experience he inherited from Shen Lang made him dodge subconsciously.

Cang Jiwu's punch missed, and his brows were raised slightly.

"The response was good."

Afterwards, the waist and hips twisted, and a whip kick came!

"Gan!"

Although Li Mu had 'rich combat experience', his reaction couldn't quite keep up with Cang Jiwu's speed, and he was kicked squarely by this kick.

Cang Jiwu's speed was too fast, he couldn't see clearly!

"Is there no other training method!"

Li Mu couldn't help complaining about the severe pain in his waist.

"Yes, but this is the fastest way." Cang Jiwu kept moving, beating Li Mu violently.

Of course, he was very careful with his actions, and he would not really do anything to Li Mu.

"Use your body, your muscles, to remember the feeling of pain, and then instinctively avoid and resist. This is fighting."

"I understand the truth, but..." Before Li Mu finished speaking, he was kicked to the ground by Cang Jiwu, grinning in pain.

"I'm so terminally ill! Can you be gentle!"

Cang Jiwu smiled and kept moving like a storm.

"Don't suppress your anger, fight back."

"Fighting requires anger, and a warrior needs to remain calm amidst anger."

"The only thing that can be extreme in emotion is that it can be extreme in martial arts!"

Cang Jiwu kept talking, and Li Mu was beaten all the time.

The anger gradually rose, and Cang Jiwu's words seemed to contain some kind of special power, arousing the anger in Li Mu's heart.

Every punch, every kick, seemed to have been calculated countless times, and landed precisely on the position where Li Mu's spiritual energy was operating, making Li Mu's spiritual energy unable to function normally.

He became more and more aggrieved and angry.

suddenly!

The psychic energy that was constantly interrupted by Cang Jiwu suddenly stopped functioning in the normal way, and went on a rampage, converging on the fists, feet, forehead, and eyebrows under the guidance of anger.

The intense anger was like a ferocious storm, but Li Mu gradually found a trace of clarity in the storm.

He slowly saw Cang Jiwu's movements clearly.

As if blessed to the soul, Li Mu grabbed Cang Jiwu's fist as soon as he raised his hand, and the combat experience from Shen Lang finally integrated at this moment.

Cang Jiwu was surprised.

Li Mu grinned:

"Now, it's my turn!"

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38. Have you ever seen a city at one o'clock in the morning?

Li Mu grabbed Cang Jiwu's fist, he had already found his rhythm.

Cang Jiwu's movements are very fast, but Li Mu seems to be able to make some simple predictions.

Thinking about it now, Shen Lang was able to predict the bullets of the sniper at that time, even hundreds of meters away, relying on the prediction of the position made the sniper feel aggrieved and unable to shoot.

No matter how fast Cang Jiwu's movements are, they still haven't reached the level of sniper bullets!

Li Mu doesn't even need to see clearly, he just needs to follow his instinct.

"interesting."

The corner of Cang Jiwu's mouth twitched, and the moment Li Mu grabbed his fist, he raised his foot and kicked it out.

The left leg swung and slammed into Li Mu's waist.