399: C399 Did He Mean Me

C399 Did He Mean Me

Han Qiang's punch landed squarely on Angele's face. Not only was she stunned, she was also stunned.

"Pervert!"

Angele was the first to react. She raised her hand and slapped him.

Slap!

Han Qiang's face was covered with a red palm print. He was sent flying and crashed into the wall again.

However, he didn't have the time to think about why he was hit. Instead, he took a deep breath. The mysterious energy that increased his speed once again entered his body along with his breath.

Han Qiang used the breathing technique recorded in the core inheritance of the Hua traditional martial arts to regulate his breathing rhythmically. He found that the mysterious energy was entering his body faster and faster as he breathed.

Angele recovered from her momentary panic and saw that he was still there. Breathing in a strange rhythm, she could not help but widen her eyes in surprise. She lost her voice. She murmured. That's too fake, his actual combat ability is only at the level of a Golden Tiger. He can actually absorb the nebula's special matter that is drifting in the air? "

Han Qiang was immersed in that wonderful state, and he absorbed more and more nebula's special matter in his body.

However, these things did not enter his body like in Xianxia novels. They did not circulate continuously along any meridians, but merged into his blood like oxygen, and along with the flow of his blood, they merged into his entire body's flesh and blood, as well as his cells.

Angele carefully came over, closed her eyes, and felt for a moment. She confirmed that the strange nebulae emitted by the chalcedony around her was continuously entering his body, and her brows could not help but frown tighter and tighter.

The traditional martial arts had been passed down for thousands of years. It had always followed the Three Hawks, Three Tigers, and Three Dragons. Almost everyone had to reach the peak of golden dragon level to be able to sense the existence of the strange nebula. Someone like him, who had just stepped into the level of the Golden Tiger, was able to sense and absorb it. It was definitely a rare existence!

As she thought about it, Angele suddenly remembered what her teacher had taught her before. She then looked at Han Qiang in a different way.

Han Qiang had written countless fantasy and immortal cultivation novels. He was very clear about the routines within. However, after experiencing it for herself, she realized that this strange substance had entered her body. Other than nourishing his body, it didn't have much use... It was simply impossible for Angele to release them to harm the enemy like that.

Confused, he freed himself from the strange state and asked puzzledly, "Sister Angel, why did I absorb that strange nebula substance in my body? It could not circulate in my body like you said, and instead merged into the cells in my body?"

Angele looked at him like he was a monster. After a long time, she smiled bitterly and said, "In fact, the degree of each person receiving the strange nebula matter is different. Some people even live in a house full of chalcedony for their entire life. There are very few people who have a very high affinity with the substance in the nebula. They can easily absorb it. "

"Are you referring to me?" Han Qiang asked with a smile.

Angele sighed and said, "Most people who practice traditional martial arts need to train their bodies to a certain extent. Talent. You need to successfully integrate the strange substance in the air with your body. For someone like you who has yet to reach the level of Master, you will be able to absorb the strange substance. Not even one out of tens of thousands of people who practice the traditional martial arts."

Han Qiang laughed self-deprecatingly, "I have encountered things like rebirth with a very low probability of happening. It shouldn't be a big deal for me to absorb some nebula matter, right?"

"Since Mr Qiang can absorb nebula matter, I should use stronger strength to fight you. Get ready to receive the attack!"

Angele said as she made an offensive pose.

Han Qiang shook his head helplessly and stood up to fight with her again. But this time, he clearly felt that the speed and strength of his attack had clearly increased. Even if he was beaten up, it would not be as painful as before.

The two of them were having a lively fight. The sleeping Yingying still did not have the intention to wake up. Two hours later, her stomach gurgled and woke her up.

Yingying opened her eyes in a daze and saw Angele and Han Qiang fighting happily on the empty bed. Her beautiful eyes widened in surprise.

Bang! Bang!

Han Qiang's chest and abdomen were hit by two kicks and flew out like an arrow leaving the bow. He heavily hit the wall and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Yingying jumped off the bed like a little tiger and ran over to protect Han Qiang behind her. She angrily said, "Why did you hit his father? Is he in a bad mood?"

Han Qiang looked at her tiger-like back and felt warm in his heart. He said gently, "Don't worry. We are practicing the traditional martial arts. Beating him is a compulsory course."

Yingying turned her head and said with regret, "I almost vomited blood. If I continue to practice like this, I will die. I don't care if I don't practice this kind of bullsh * t traditional martial arts."

Han Qiang laughed and said, "Nowadays, martial arts are just fancy moves. They are performed for others to see. The traditional martial arts is very practical. If you don't learn how to take beatings, you can't hit people very well."

Yingying pinched her small waist and lightly snorted, "Whether you are practicing the current martial arts or the traditional traditional martial arts, it doesn't matter. No matter how high your martial arts are, you will still have to finish with bullets. Practicing these useless things, you might as well hurry up and cook for me. "2

Han Qiang looked at the clock. It was almost noon. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "No problem. I'll see you at the restaurant in an hour."

Seeing that he turned around and went to cook, Angele smiled and said, "Sister Yingying's words are very useful."

Yingying said with a pleased look, "Of course. The child's father listened to me. He will do whatever I want him to do."

Angele smiled slightly, "Mr Qiang will soon be categorized as one of the hidden family. There will be more and more secrets that cannot be touched by the secular world. Sister also needs to work hard to catch up with his footsteps."

Yingying said with a vigilant face, "What does sister want to do? Don't tell me after beating his father, you want to beat me up to vent your anger?"

Angele said seriously, "Younger sister Yingying, the hidden family is very traditional. What three or four are very common. If you don't want to miss out on him in your life, you better work hard to practice the traditional martial arts. Do more things to add points to yourself. "

"Hmph! If he dares to do something like three or four, I'll..."

Yingying only realized that she was not in her previous life. Now, other than placing her hopes in his deep love for her in his soul, there was nothing else that could restrain him.

Han Qiang was busy in the kitchen, and the hungry beauties woke up one after another. They were like fat worms lying on the dining table, waiting for the delicious food. Only Jia Wen, like a virtuous wife, stayed by his side and busied.

After more than an hour of preparation, the greedy cats ate the delicious lunch as they wished.

Seeing the beauties eat like steamed buns, Han Qiang felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment and happily ate the lunch.

Everyone was enjoying their meal when the pager on Han Qiang's waist rang. He picked it up and looked at it. He smiled in disdain.

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