484: C484 This Fist Technique Is Really Not Very Good

C484 This Fist Technique Is Really Not Very Good

Lin Tian refused Butler Li.

So much so that Lin Tian wondered if he had awoken some sort of strange hobby.

Night fell.

In a private room, Tang Liang's face was gloomy. Holding his phone, he coldly said, "A hundred thousand. I want his legs. I want him to beg me to spare him."

Tang Liang was truly furious.

Although Hai Cheng Tang Clan was not a famous clan or even the Lin Clan, but there was still quite a bit of money in their clan.

He, Tang Liang, was the Eldest Young Master of the Tang Clan.

Ever since he was young, he had always lived a life where food came from the mouth. He had a luxurious carriage filled with beauties, and he even dragged a girl that he disagreed with into the forest to ruin. No matter what he did, no one dared to stop him.

All along, he had been successful in his endeavors.

But a month ago, he suffered a setback at Mu Qingyu's place.

Even with his abilities, he was still unable to pursue Mu Qingyu. Even after a month, he still hadn't succeeded.

This made Tang Liang, who had been successful for a long time, very angry. He wanted to drag Mu Qingyu into the forest to ruin her, but when he thought about how Mu Qingyu was not an ordinary family's child, he gave up on this idea.

And now.

Tang Liang would never forget the scene of him being humiliated by Lin Tian and kneeling in the toilet. This was the black spot of his life, and he had to erase it.

The way to erase it was to make Lin Tian kneel in front of him.

"Lin Tian, I will make you wish you were dead."

The next day.

Before dawn, Lin Tian got up and started running.

This was requested by Butler Li. If he wanted to learn kung fu well, he had to train his body every day.

But when he ran into the garden, he saw an old man practicing boxing. His boxing style was elegant, as natural as the wind, with the demeanor of a master.

Lin Tian was suddenly attracted and stopped to watch on the side.

After a set of fists, the old man was drenched in sweat. When he saw Lin Tian standing on the side, he couldn't help but laugh twice. Then, he walked in front of Lin Tian.

"Young man, what are you looking at?"

Lin Tian regained his senses and slowly said: "I saw you running and stopped to watch you fight."

"Then, from little brother's point of view, what do you think about this fist technique?" When the old man asked this question, he had a slightly complacent expression.

This fist technique was not as simple as body strengthening; it even contained a set of cultivation techniques. However, due to the fact that this fist technique was incomplete, even the cultivation technique within it was incomplete.

Affect the old man's training.

He practiced boxing at the age of ten.

Until now, the old man was still a Second Stage Yellow Rank.

"This fist art is not bad." Lin Tian nodded his head and then calmly said: "It's a pity that there are flaws in the fist technique. It's not a complete set of fist technique."

Hearing those words, the old man's body trembled and then his eyes lit up as he looked at Lin Tian.1

"How do you know?" he asked excitedly.

"I know this boxing style."

Lin Tian opened his mouth, his tone calm.

Due to the loss of his memory, he did not even know that there were cultivators in this world. Therefore, he had no idea how precious this fist art was.

He had only thought that the boxing style was very ordinary.

It's for exercise.

"You can?" The old man suddenly widened his eyes and tightly stared at Lin Tian. However, he didn't see any spiritual energy from Lin Tian's body.

He was just an ordinary person.

For an ordinary person to be able to cultivate a complete set of fist techniques, the old man found it hard to believe.

He asked, "Can you call me back?"

"Forget it."

Lin Tian walked into the garden and began practicing his martial arts.

His boxing style was the same as the old man's, but at the same time, it was different. Sometimes it was graceful like the wind, and sometimes it was fierce like fire. It was gentle and combined, causing the wind in the surroundings to swirl.

He was like a master.

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