A black doctor from a certain American comic

As Mo Fei's Xingyiquan becomes more and more refined, the experience points gained from being severely beaten by Mindy become less and less.

Murphy is very sad!

Because Mo Fei's fighting skills improved by leaps and bounds, Ming Di also became very interested in Xingyiquan.

It just so happened that Mo Fei's Xingyi Quan practice progress was getting slower and slower.

So Mingdi thought about finding a Xingyiquan gym to communicate.

Lu Xun has a good saying, communication is a way of progress, so the exchanges between martial arts colleagues will definitely be helpful to the progress of Mo Fei’s Xingyiquan.

There aren't many things in Chinatown, but there must be a lot of martial arts schools.

Mingdi searched on the Internet and found that there were many Xingyiquan boxing gyms, so she chose the Xingyiquan boxing gym closest to the brother and sister's medical clinic - Mojia Boxing Gym.

"Mingdi, are you taking the wrong route? This place doesn't look like a boxing gym at all?" Murphy pushed open the rusty door, looked at the mottled walls inside, and the dirty and messy environment around him, and couldn't help but feel He frowned.

“I followed Google Maps, there’s no way I could be wrong!”

Mindy was also a little skeptical. Was there something wrong with Google Maps?

There are indeed a lot of sports equipment in this broken boxing gym, but they are already outdated, and even scrap metal is no problem.

"Young man, you need to be bolder at this time!"

The sudden sound of surprise from deep inside the boxing gym startled Murphy and Mindy.

"Scale, let go a little more!"

Murphy and Mindy looked at each other and walked inside cautiously.

An old man was wearing headphones and shouting with a serious face.

"Master, do you think it looks like this?" A charming voice sounded from the computer:

"You want to send a plane. The Lun family will fly to find you."

The girl inside the computer is broadcasting live, wearing only black clothes

a and black lace panties, making various provocative movements.

"It's you, old man! The more I look at you, the more familiar I become!" Murphy scalped the old man directly.

When they were far away, Murphy heard the old man's voice being familiar.

Take a closer look... isn't this the same old man who met him three times?

"Which bastard attacked me?"

The old man covered his head and jumped up. He started with a mantis fist and looked around cautiously.

"Old man, do you still recognize me?" Murphy looked at him with a smile.

"It's you little bastard. I didn't come to trouble you, but you still dare to come to me to cause trouble? Have you ever seen fists as big as sandbags? Believe it or not, I will beat you to death with one fist!"

The old man angrily gestured to his fist, which was as skinny as a chicken's claw.

"Haha." Mo Feihun smiled nonchalantly and said to Mindy: "Maybe we should go to the door of the boxing gym and pull up a banner. The master of the boxing gym has profound ethics and works as hard as a bee. Not only does he teach his apprentices during the day, but he also works hard like a bee. I have to work part-time as an actor at night, so I lie down on the ground..."

"Big brother, big brother, misunderstandings are all misunderstandings." The old man's tone softened instantly: "It's just a living thing."

"Eating for a living?" Murphy chuckled, lay down on the old man's soft chair, and picked up a box of cigars the old man put there: "Limited edition Romeo beautiful cigars? If it weren't for your gift, I would have returned it. I have never smoked such a good cigarette, you really enjoy it!"

"Brother, if you like it, I'll give you this box. Take it home and enjoy it. This man just needs to be cruel to himself." Mo Yougan smiled in a flattering way, but there was also a look on his face. He couldn't stop the pain in his body. It was obvious that he was extremely reluctant to give away this box of cigars, but he had no choice but to let Murphy catch him by the pigtails!

Murphy slowly picked up the small pair of scissors next to him and cut off the round end of the cigar. Mo You lit it for Murphy.

Mo Fei took a sip and said, "I'm just going to give you one. How can I take them all away from you? I, Mo Fei, am not that kind of greedy person."

"Yes, yes, brother, you are broad-minded and generous." While flattering Mo Fei on his lips, Mo Youqian was cursing in his heart:

I believe your ghost!

"But..."

Mo Yougan cheered up, knowing that the real show was coming.

"I remember when we first met, I got a boxing manual of Xingyiquan from you."

Mo Fei took out the boxing manual from his arms and threw it on Mo Youqian's table: "I just want to ask, do you have any other useful information? You have to think it through before answering!"

Facing Mo Fei's threatening gaze, Mo Youqian felt a toothache: "This boxing book is enough for you to practice for a lifetime, so why do you have to be so ambitious?"

"It's not that I'm too ambitious, but my cultivation progress has been getting slower and slower recently, and I've reached a bottleneck..."

Listening to what Murphy said, Mo Youqian's eyes gradually changed...

"Master!"

A wretched man wearing a fake gold mink coat, an afro, and a jade pendant with eight formations hanging around his neck rushed over with a smile on his face and yelled: "Long time no see, I miss you so much!"

"Who are you?" Mo Youqian pushed up his glasses and looked blankly at the person rushing towards him.

"Master, I am Tang Ren!"

"Tang Ren?"

Murphy looked at the scene of deep love between master and apprentice, thoughtfully.

Mo Youqian and Tang Ren?

It has to be said that when he saw Tang Ren, Mo Fei thought of "A Havoc in Tianzhu". When he thought of "A Havoc in Tianzhu", he thought of seeking scriptures from the west, and then he thought of fighting and defeating the Buddha, that is, Sun Wukong. In the second half of this year, China Journey to the West, co-produced by the United States, will be officially launched soon. I will continue to play the Monkey King Sun Wukong. I will use the artistic image of the Monkey King to create a positive image, blossom in both style and style, and promote Chinese culture. I hope everyone can pay more attention to it.

Two flowers, two flowers!

"Oh!" Mo Youqian seemed to have discovered a new world. He turned his head and looked at the handsome young man brought by Tang Ren. He rubbed his hands and said with a sly smile similar to that of Tang Ren: "What a pretty girl. What's your name?"

"Yesterday I saw him touching a man's butt on the street. You have to be careful." Mo Fei said quietly.

In an instant, Qin Feng's chrysanthemums tightened, and he quickly took two steps back, as if he had seen the strange little lolita, and looked at Mo Youqian with a wary expression.

"Who are you? When our master and disciple meet, what does it have to do with you?" Tang Ren glanced at Mo Fei and said unhappily, this pretty boy is more handsome than Lao Qin, is there any justice left?

"Me?" Mo Feixu pushed up his non-existent glasses and said with a smile: "I can barely be considered your master's creditor."

"Credit?" Tang Ren looked at Mo Youqian in confusion: "Master, do you owe him money?"

"This matter is very complicated, and I won't be able to explain it clearly for a while." Mo Youqian quickly held down Tang Ren's head and turned around: "You kid, you will definitely not come to Master's door if you have nothing to do. Tell me quickly, what's the matter?" ?”

He was afraid that if Tang Ren found out the truth about his affair, his reputation would be completely ruined.