Chapter 1097: Internal Master

When he walked to the door of the smoking room, Miao Qingqing, who was following Lin Kun, suddenly spoke: Thank you.

Lin Kun turned around and smiled: Why do you thank me?

Miao Qingqing lowered her head slightly and said: I just saved the situation.

Lin Kun smiled and joked: I'm going in and smoking, do you want one too?

Miao Qingqing raised her head, glared at Lin Kun with a fierce look, turned around and left, the trace of good feelings that had just risen in her heart disappeared in an instant, this is a hooligan!

Like other stinky men, they covet their own beauty and deliberately teased her.

Lin Kun walked into the interrogation room with a smile. There was always an indescribable simplicity and stupidity in this little girl who was not very experienced in the world. This stupidity is not irony, but quite cute.

Lin Kun touched his pocket and didn't bring a lighter, but fortunately there was another person in this smoking room, wearing a patient uniform, sitting on the bench in the smoking room, with one foot on it, half-squinted his eyes, like a gangster on the road.

Lin Kun smiled and said: Brother, borrow some fire.

This guy looked only about thirty years old, baked with yellow hair, which seemed particularly unrestrained. He took a sip of the cigarette in his mouth, glanced at Lin Kun with disdain, and said with hostility: Did you tease Qingqing just now?

Qingqing? Lin Kun was confused.

Don't pretend to me, I heard and saw it just now. As the guy said, he stood up suddenly. His aura was as strong as the wind, and he really looked a little bit.

Then the guy stared at his eyes, and the cold light flashed on his slightly blackened face. If there were a few beards on his bare lips, he would probably be able to blow it up now.

According to this guy's original expectation, he stood in such a momentum, and then stared at the boy in front of him from a high point, which shocked him in an instant.

This is called not having to fight, and you have already won most of the time.

But tragically, this guy with yellow hair stood up and found that even if he stood up and stretched his neck, he could not reach the height he looked at with Lin Kun.

Lin Kun is 1.85 meters tall, and this guy is only 1.7 meters tall, rich and handsome. First of all, this is not worthy of "high" and it is not worthy of whether it is rich or not. It is not worthy of "handsome".

With his appearance of being indifferent to anything, Lin Kun really couldn't think of why he would pursue the fair and tender nurse except for having money in his pocket.

Lin Kun smiled jokingly, and reached out to draw the cigarette from the buddy's mouth. The buddy instinctively turned his head to avoid it, but unfortunately he didn't dodge it. Lin Kun pinched the half of the cigarette roll and lit the cigarette from his mouth. The yellow-haired buddy was already angry and opened his mouth and was about to curse Lin Kun, but Lin Kun stuffed the cigarette roll back to him.

Thank you! Lin Kun smiled frivolously, turned around and was about to sit down.

Boy, you did it on purpose! The yellow-haired man roared with his eyes wide open, and he was about to greet Lin Kun with his teeth and claws.

how?

Lin Kun suddenly turned around, his face was faint, and the corner of his mouth was still a frivolous smile, and he said with a smile: Brother, this is a hospital, are you going to hit someone?

Hit, what's wrong with hitting you! This guy was frightened by Lin Kun's calm look. His fists were clenched, but he felt unsure.

Lin Kun smiled and leaned over, pointed at his cheek and said: Come on, hit him.

The guy was panicked, his eyes flashed and his clenched fists flicked, but he froze in the air and did not dare to fall. He just pretended to gesture twice.

Why, don't dare to fight?

Lin Kun stood up with a smile and spit out a ball of white smoke from his mouth. He really didn't want to be as knowledgeable as this yellow-haired man. He turned around and sat on the bench behind him.

People like yellow-haired men have a lot of people in society and don’t know what capital is, but they have to act like the biggest posture in the world. They are often not the most awesome people who catch and bite whom they are, but they are mad dogs with empty and lonely hearts.

Whoosh!

A soft fist wind came from behind. Lin Kun smiled and suddenly turned around. With a wave of his big palm, he grabbed the yellow-haired man's fist that was sneaking in his hand.

The yellow-haired man was stunned and instinctively wanted to pull his fist back.

Lin Kun smiled and said: Brother, don’t try hard. Look at your appearance as strong as you are. You must have been too much alcohol and lust. Since you are a playboy, don’t target other people’s innocent little girl.

I'm gonna be!

The yellow-haired man scolded angrily and threatened: Boy, you can let me go quickly and let me slap you twice, otherwise

Bang!

With a clear sound, Lin Kun directly waved his slap, and a big ear shaved the yellow-haired man's remaining words into his throat. The yellow-haired man's face turned to the side, half of his cheeks swollen, he turned his head and stared at Lin Kun and wanted to scold: You

Bang!

Another crisp sound, Lin Kun slapped another hand and choked the yellow-haired man's words into his throat. The cheeks on both sides of the yellow-haired man looked evenly shaped, and the already dark face became thicker.

squeak

The glass door of the smoking room was opened from outside, and an old man with white beard slipped in like a thief. After he came in, he immediately turned around and looked out, looking around, just like an old spy in an enemy battle film.

After confirming that no one was following him, the old man breathed a long sigh and straightened his body. The old man was not very tall and had a very thin figure. But after he straightened his body like this, he immediately felt a temperament that ordinary people did not possess, as if he had turned from an old agent into an old general who commanded thousands of troops.

Um?

The old man turned around and saw two young men in front of him with a special shape. They were short and tilted their necks and tall and clenched their fists with short characters. Both of them looked at him.

The old man grinned and returned to his appearance as a cunning old agent just now, saying: Young man, what are you two doing? Are you fighting?

The yellow-haired man had no face to speak, he was obviously the abused party.

Lin Kun smiled and said: Senior, look at your cautious appearance just now. You must have come out to smoke with your family on your back. It would be better to be careful about your health.

The old man was a little unhappy when he was touched by the worries and said: You guys are in charge, you beat you, I will beat mine, just treat it as watching the fun.

Lin Kun smiled loudly, turned his head to look at the yellow-haired man and said: Are we still fighting?

The yellow-haired man turned his head, with a trace of blood stained at the corner of his mouth, and ten thousand grass and mud horses roared in his heart. He was obviously being abused unilaterally, and this was not a fight at all!

This yellow-haired man, who is not tall and ugly, has a tough temper. He raised his neck and a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He still said arrogantly: Boy, it's best not to let me meet you again in the future, otherwise

The old man sitting on the chair next to him interrupted and said: Otherwise, he would break his legs!

This old man is really not afraid of being a bad guy when watching the fun. He is already a little older and joins in the fun with the young.

The yellow-haired man immediately stared at the white-bearded old man with fierce eyes and cursed angrily: I want you to interrupt. Believe it or not, I will beat you and kneel down and beg for mercy!

Oh, young man, your mouth smells so bad, no wonder you were beaten. The old white-bearded man smiled and said: There are not many people in China who dare to speak like this. Today I will give you a chance. If you can beat me up and beg for mercy, I will give you a big gift. If you can't, I will beat you to kneel down and beg for mercy.

Lin Kun turned his head slightly and glanced at the old man from the corner of his eyes. From the white-bearded old man just now, Lin Kun realized that the old man's aura was extraordinary. He should be a well-educated internal master.

The atmosphere of martial arts is internal and external. The cultivation of internal martial arts emphasizes the word "qi". However, this "qi" is not as mysterious as the qi in fantasy. Each of us has qi. Every one of us has qi. Every breath is qi. Every breath is qi.

If this energy has reached a certain level of cultivation, its power cannot be underestimated.

The external kung fu is much more common than the internal kung fu. The external kung fu is mainly used to refine the body. Take our Lin Dabing King for example. The tempering of pure body makes the body's strength and speed reach a height that ordinary people cannot reach. At the same time, combined with some martial arts moves, he becomes a master in the eyes of ordinary people.

In the Chinese world, the comparison of external and internal skills has always been arguing with each other, and external and internal schools have also formed two major schools in a row.

Some people tend to be external kung fu, so they naturally say that external kung fu is better than internal kung fu.

Some people tend to be internal kung fu, but they say that internal kung fu is far superior to external kung fu.

No one can say who is stronger or weak, but the starting point is the same.

Lin Kun was secretly surprised. Could this white-bearded old man was actually an internal master? You should know that over the years, fewer and fewer people from internal martial arts schools have appeared in China, and some real internal masters have also chosen to hide in the world.

When Lin Kun was performing his mission in the past, he had heard some rumors about internal martial arts schools. It seemed that more than ten years ago, when the foreign and internal martial arts were at the most intense competition in the Chinese Jianghu. The Jianghu thing has been around since ancient times, but it just doesn't feel it to ordinary people.

At that time, the internal and external factions sent top experts to confront each other, but the internal experts lost. Following the treaty of the competition, the loser automatically retreated.

Of course, these are all rumors, and there is no way to verify whether they are true or false. They are just gossip.

Lin Kun deliberately let go of the yellow-haired man's hand and teased: Brother, if you really can't handle an old man, then you should stop bragging in the future.

The yellow-haired man knew that he was no match for Lin Kun, so he snorted coldly, turned around and came towards the white-bearded old man. His fierce look was staring and skin-skinned, as if he was swearing to abuse all the abuses that Lin Kun had suffered onto the old man in front of him.

Let you be meddling in other people's business, I will send you into the coffin today!

The yellow-haired man clenched his fists and cursed angrily. Then he waved his fists and smashed the old man with his fists. These two fists were merciless and went straight to the vital points of his temples.

The old man with white beard touched his pocket. He originally wanted to hold his cigarette in his mouth and acted handsomely as Lin Kun, but when he touched the pocket, he found that it was empty inside. Then he remembered that he had come out too quickly and forgot to steal the cigarette hidden under the pillow.

The white-bearded old man was frowning, and the fist in front of him had already flew over. The old man waved his hand casually and directly pushed the yellow-haired man's fist away. There was only a slight sound in the whole process, as if his hand was fiddling on the silk.

But judging from the reaction of the yellow-haired man, it was not as simple as that. He screamed in his mouth, and his arm seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer. A violent pain spread throughout his body, and his whole body was staggered by the armband.

With a hush, he hit the bench next to him.
Chapter completed!