Martial Arts World

　　 "Er, with the power of our Fuwei dart board, we don't need to practice martial arts so hard!"

　　Lin Pingzhi's small courtyard bedroom in the backyard of Fuwei Dart Bureau, looking at the son who was powerless and depressed in bed, Mrs. Lin's face was worried and persuaded.

　　 "......"

　　Lin Ping’s lips moved, and he didn’t say anything in the end.

　　If he put it in Linsha before they came, he did think so, but now...

　　 "What's wrong, what's wrong with Hiroshi?"

　　At this moment, Lin Zhennan, who hurried over to get news from outside, walked into the house and was shocked to see his son look weak.

　　 "Not yet the boy named Lin Sha, who encouraged Ping Zhi to practice..."

　　Mrs. Lin Wang said with dissatisfaction when she saw her husband coming.

　　 "Mother..."

　　 Lin Pingzhi's beautiful face flashed a little embarrassment flushing, shouting at her mother Wang's dissatisfaction.

　　 "Okay, okay, don't say it!"

　　 Mrs. Lin Wang looked at his son's mother-in-law, but he had hated his teeth for a long time. He secretly said that his good son, who was a good boy, had been damaged by Lin Shanna.

"what happened?"

　　 Lin Zhennan frowned slightly, looking at his son Lin Pingzhi with some dissatisfaction.

　　 "Son overworked!"

　　Lin Ping's bitter smile shook his head, struggling to get up from the bed and bowing his head down.

　　 "How to make this look?"

　　 Lin Zhennan nodded slightly, looking at his son Lin Pingzhi's eyes full of puzzlement.

　　 "It's useless son, not even wielding a wooden sword!"

　　Lin Pingzhi's little face flushed red, very ashamed.

　　 "Master, don't listen to Pingzhi nonsense, what kind of wooden sword..."

Mrs. Lin's face was angry, and he gestured to her husband Lin Zhennan for the length and weight of the huge wooden sword, and stared at his son Lin Ping. He didn't have a good air: "Just your little body, practice Swords don’t need to be so desperate, it’s a morning exercise?"

　　 "Pingzhi, what did Linsha's kid teach you?"

　　 Lin Zhennan was not as unhappy as his wife, but asked curiously at his son.

"Yes!"

　　In front of his majestic father, Lin Pingzhi didn’t dare to make indiscriminate orders, and honestly nodded: "Linsha said that I practiced the sword too rigidly, and if I wanted to increase the speed of the sword, I had to use some special means!"

　　 "So what did you find?"

　　 Lin Zhennan asked curiously, since his wife still has a leisurely report on Lin Sha’s small report, it is clear that although his son Lin Ping’s sword training is tiring, his health is not a big problem, otherwise he would have invited the best doctor in Fuzhou City.

　　 "Feeling tired!"

　　Lin Ping's bitter smiles stretched out, his arms still shaking slightly outstretched, and said depressedly: "That wooden sword is too heavy, and his son's waving is not only difficult, but also moves in a big way!"

　　 "Is it really effective?"

　　The scene of Lin Zhennan’s effort to brandish a giant sword longer than himself appeared in Lin Zhennan’s mind. He couldn’t help throwing away the discordant picture immediately after a numb scalp. He was more concerned about the actual effect.

　　 "The time is too short, the son is not clear, but before Lin Sha asked the son to practice the sword with the wooden sword, he played it with the giant sword in person, that might be awesome..."

　　Remembering the horror scene, Lin Ping could not help but shivered.

　　 "What, Linsha used that giant sword, successfully used our family's seventy-two way to ward off evil sword?"

　　 Lin Zhennan was taken aback, almost didn't even hold the cigarette gun in his hand.

　　 "Yes father, Lin Sha is an out-and-out martial arts genius. His son only remembers to practice a few times in front of him, and he remembers all of them, and he plays much better than his son!"

　　Lin Ping admired his face and said that he was excited and excited, and then he was downcast and depressed, deeply dejected by his qualifications.

　　 "How about the power he made, is it the same as that day?"

　　 Lin Zhennan's complexion was uncertain for a while, and he asked seriously after a long while.

　　 "The speed of not being used that day is faster, but it is also much faster than that of his son when he is practicing swords on weekdays!"

　　 Speaking of which, Lin Ping's face was even more depressed, but he suddenly raised his head and bravely asked, "Dad, did we use the wrong method when we practiced the evil sword technique before?"

　　 "Nonsense!"

　　Lin Zhennan suddenly changed color, exasperated and said: "Your father used one hand to ward off evil swords, but your great-grandfather's father taught me how to learn the wrong way?"

　　 "Son knows the wrong!"

　　Lin Pingzhi quickly bowed his head to admit his mistake, and saw his father's anger slightly diminished.

"what did he say?"

　　 Lin Zhennan was also dissatisfied with Lin Sha at this time. Looking at his son's appearance, he was obviously taken away by the kid, and there was a hint of jealousy in his heart.

　　 "He said that with his son's current age and physique, he wants to speed up the speed of his sword. Unless there are years of hard work, there is no other good way!"

　　Lin Ping said with frustration.

　　 "Humph, big talk!"

Lin Zhennan glared with disdain and sneered, said with a sneer: "Think of your great grandfather's prestige at that time, claiming to be the invincible player in the South, it is the best master on the rivers and lakes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Created No. 72 Road The evil sword-fighting technique is even more powerful than the Megatron. What qualifications does he have for a baby who is not so dry?

　　 "But father..."

Reminiscent of what Lin Sha said, Lin Ping was shouted and shouted out of his neck when he was one of the people. When the words were heard, he didn't understand it. Sure enough, his father's face was wide with anger and his eyes widened. Language.

　　 "Say, what fascinating soup did Lin Sha's boy pour with you?"

　　 Lin Zhennan was really upset and had the same thoughts as his wife Wang's surge: a good son, a good boy, was damaged by Lin Shanna's wild boy!

　　 "Father, Lin Sha said..."

　　I was shocked when my father was angry, and he didn’t dare to hesitate and said: “We haven’t practiced external skills, and our physical strength is so great. If we want to increase the speed of the sword, it’s best to practice an internal skill!”

　　 "Well, our Lin family's magical sword-fighting method is known as martial arts, and we don't need to learn any inner skills!"

　　 Lin Zhennan heard a sudden change of color, and immediately thought of the family's "Evil Sword Spectrum", Xin Dao Linsha kid knew what, but soon thrown this ridiculous thought out of his mind.

If it weren’t for his father and son’s own eyes that day, Lin Sha first used the seventy-two wicked swordsmanship, the speed and power and the strange movement method, and then saw Lin Sha and Hengshan three young heroes one. The rifle was indistinguishable, and at the same time, he fully understood that his strength was not as strong as he imagined. I was afraid that he would not be able to suppress his heart at this time, and rushed to the Linsha boy to blame him for his nonsense. Language.

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