Tiger Roars in China

In fact, Li Meng didn't really want Bai Mei and Bai Jie to apply some kind of dragon loach ointment on him.

He was just testing the extent of the old lady's control over him.

Asking Linghua and Shuiyue to come and serve is simply impossible, don't even think about it.

In the end, Li Meng applied a thin layer of dragon loach ointment on her body herself.

Let that old man Lao Hu apply it on me? Forget it. Just thinking about it gave Li Meng goose bumps all over her body.

As soon as she applied the dragon loach cream, Li Meng immediately felt a cool sensation all over her body, as if all her pores were unblocked.

Isn’t this different from what Lao Hu said?

Li Meng looked at Lao Hu.

From the moment Li Meng took off her clothes to the moment he applied the dragon loach ointment, Lao Hu never left. He just stood there, leaning on a wooden stick, staring at Li Meng.

Although Li Meng felt uncomfortable, she did not dare to chase him away.

Seeing Li Meng looking at him, Lao Hu didn't waste any words and shouted directly, "Get on the bed! Practice!"

"What kind of exercises are you practicing?"

Li Meng felt something was wrong.

But Lao Hu didn't give him a chance to hesitate. He picked up Li Meng and threw her onto the bed with the stick in his hand.

The coolness on Li Meng's body was stimulated by the cold air of the cold jade bed, and suddenly it became like being scalded by boiling oil. Li Meng screamed in pain.

Old Hu swung the wooden stick in his hand and hit Li Meng on the head like raindrops.

Li Meng was frightened. He originally thought that Old Hu was a normal person.

Unexpectedly, this Old Hu is even crazier than that old lady.

The old lady only talked but did not do anything. Old Hu looked kind, honest, but he was a complete sadist.

When he beats someone, he hits them hard without mercy.

Li Meng rolled around on the bed in pain, screaming and wailing. But no matter how he tried to dodge, he could not escape the shadow of Lao Hu's stick.

Helpless, Li Meng could only hold her head with her hands, curl up her body, and make a posture as if to be beaten, allowing Lao Hu to whip her.

What else can we do?

I am the fish on the chopping board. I can neither fight nor run away. I can only endure it.

But how could Lao Hu let him go so easily?

With just one kick of Lao Hu's stick, he broke Li Meng's defense. After hitting Li Meng's back with the stick, he turned him over and continued to hit him.

Wherever Lao Hu hit with his stick, there was a burning pain.

Li Meng felt that the blood in his body was rushing to his whipped skin. His blood vessels were dilated and his blood was boiling.

Being suppressed by the cold air of the cold jade bed, but then continuing to surge in, it was like the feeling of being in two worlds of ice and fire.

Li Meng suddenly had a flash of enlightenment in her mind. This was what Lao Hu meant by practicing Kung Fu.

How can this be called practicing martial arts? It's clearly just getting beaten.

Lao Hu hit Li Meng's entire body several times before he put away his stick and said to Li Meng, "Use the internal energy in your body. Don't control it. Let the internal energy spread into your muscles and bones on its own."

Although Li Meng already understood that Old Hu was beating him with a stick to help him practice martial arts.

But Li Meng was still shocked by what Lao Hu said.

Not only is this incompatible with the training of a swordsman, it is also completely different from the training of a martial artist.

"Grandpa Hu, isn't this dissipating your energy?"

Li Meng couldn't help but ask while meditating.

"Disperse your power? You don't even have the sword heart, so where can you get the power to disperse? Since you can't become a swordsman, you can only find another way.

Our ancestors once said that we should practice our breath internally and our muscles, bones and skin externally.

Since you can't practice sword energy, you can only practice muscles, bones and skin. If you practice to have a body of copper skin and iron bones, you can also be invincible in the world!"

Lao Hu's words sounded very domineering, but they scared Li Meng.

If you really train yourself to have a body of steel, are you still a human? You'd just be a robot.

Li Meng quickly spoke up, "Grandpa Hu, since you can't be a swordsman, can you still be a martial artist? Why do you have to practice this martial art that requires you to get beaten?"

Lao Hu pressed Li Meng, who was about to stand up, back down with his stick. He said coldly, "The training of a martial artist is ten times more difficult than that of a swordsman. Do you think you can become a martial artist?"

Besides, the martial arts training method is a secret passed down by the monks in Shengzhou. No one in Youzhou knows it."

"Monk? What is a monk?"

Li Meng was stunned for a moment. Could it be that there is Buddhism in this other world? Is there also Sakyamuni?

Without any warning, Lao Hu's stick once again hit Li Meng's body like raindrops, completely confusing Li Meng, and she didn't know what she had said wrong.

However, Lao Hu's attack was very measured. It only caused Li Meng's skin to swell without hurting her bones.

Li Meng's entire body swelled up as if it had been blown up by air.

My whole body felt like it was on fire and it hurt like my skin was being peeled and cramps were pulling.

But Li Meng stopped shouting and just sat silently on the cold jade bed, absorbing the cold air from the bed to suppress the heat in her body.

Old Hu still didn't let him go, and taught Li Meng a lesson, "As the young master of Haotian Sect, you must be familiar with the nine states and ten forces on the Shenzhou Continent.

If you want to convince others, you must use your strength to crush them. Don’t pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger. If you pretend to be a pig for a long time, you will become a pig too. "

Lao Hu's words also gave Li Meng an idea, and he immediately realized that the previous strategy was wrong.

Since I had not entered the Haotian Gate before, I could use amnesia as an excuse and put it off.

But now, he has become a young disciple of Haotian Sect, and he also has to compete for the position of the Sect Master of Haotian Sect.

Then you can no longer be low-key, you must be strong. Make sure you have the overall situation under control, fight for power and profit, and don't retreat even a step.

However, all of these require the old lady's help, so Li Meng can only continue pretending.

"Grandpa Hu, I really don't know!"

Lao Hu glanced at Li Meng and said to him, "You must know these things.

Among the nine states on the Shenzhou continent, only Shengzhou is an outlier, different from the other eight states.

The practitioners in the Holy State are different from those in other states. Most of them are martial artists, but there are very few sword masters.

Moreover, they did not respect the gods, but worshipped a god called Buddha. For this reason, they also established a holy religion, where a group of practitioners shaved their heads, practiced martial arts, and were called monks.

Their cultivation method is kept secret and is also called Tantra. In my opinion, they are just a bunch of lunatics!"

Li Meng was shocked by Lao Hu's words.

What is "Buddha"? "Monk"? "Tantra"?

This completely subverted Li Meng's imagination.

These are all products from Earth, how could they have ended up in this foreign world?

Could it be that I am not the first one to travel to this Shenzhou continent?

Li Meng was no longer calm.

With a "pa" sound, Lao Hu's wooden stick hit Li Meng, making Li Meng shudder.

"Practice quickly! Stop dreaming about becoming a martial artist! Without the support of the Holy Buddha's Light, let alone breaking through, ten times the internal energy will be enough to make you explode and die!"

Lao Hu's words woke Li Meng up. When he was training as a martial artist, he relied entirely on the protection of Tiger King Armor and Dragon God.

Ling Hua doesn't have these, so how did she become a martial artist?