Lin Miao twisted the braid in his mouth with his teeth and said, "Old Master Qian, we are just competing with internal skills at the moment. If we compare the moves and routines, you may not be able to gain the upper hand." Qian Rendeng smiled and then looked at Lin Miao with contempt. Long Yubing hurriedly waved his hand at Lin Miao, indicating that he would not fight Qian Rendeng hard.

Lin Miao took a deep breath and shook his head slowly at Long Yubing. Seeing Lin Miao's expression firm, Qian Rendeng bent his lips and smiled, then clenched his fists and nodded: "Do you want to compete with me in a move? Good! Lin Miao, I, whether you are a slowdown or have other plans, I like it very much with this aura of not fearing death! Haha, boy, just come on, just let your beautiful uncle watch!"

Lin Miao suddenly felt nervous when he heard this, and then he realized that Qian Rendeng had known his plan for a long time: Lin Miao really wanted to take the risk of fighting with Qian Rendeng, and then find an opportunity to ask Qian Rendeng to let Long Yubing go. Unexpectedly, Qian Ren gave him a way to go, and Lin Miao himself became a difficult situation. Lin Miao couldn't help but say to himself: "My thoughts have been seen through by Mr. Qian... What should I do! I may be worse than wood in a single move..."

Long Yubing looked at Qian Rendeng, who was calm and leisurely, looked at Lin Miao, who was facing a great enemy, and slowly walked behind Qian Rendeng and said, "Old Qian, can you let this dead hooligan go..." Qian Rendeng shook his hand directly, interrupting Long Yubing and said, "Long Nizi, go there. I finally found such a fun junior - stupid, stupid, and high martial arts, not to mention that I learned the martial arts of Bu Gui and Yu Shura! Haha, I really treat me very well!"

Seeing that Qian Rendeng was in high spirits, Lin Miao could only grit his teeth and hold his breath, and then silently wield the skills of the 100-na Heavenly Sutra. The blue veins on his body slowly covered all his muscles. Qian Rendeng looked at Lin Miao who was fully engaging in internal strength, chuckled and shook his fingers and said, "Flaming but not solid! Well, I will teach you what force is to be thrilled in shape (from the Book of Changes: Force, the force is the expression of Newton's first law, that is, force is the interaction between objects.) The vein of Qi is open!"

Lin Miao is still very confident in his internal strength, but Qian Rendeng's expression and words were full of disdain. Lin Miao couldn't help but look at Qian Rendeng with some confusion. Qian Rendeng didn't care, and pointed to Lin Miao's left waist casually and said: "Zhang Hong's Bingpo's Ming Palm is moving through weak tendons, which means avoiding the eight main veins of Chong, Ren Du, Yin and Yang Qiaowei, and specialize in those edges and corner veins that cannot be involved in ordinary internal strength, such as intestinal veins, Yin and so on, so your kid's abdomen has the most poisons."

Lin Miao knew that Qian Rendeng was not false, so he nodded with admiration and looked at Qian Rendeng with more anticipation. Qian Rendeng naturally knew Lin Miao’s intention, so he stretched out his fingers and pointed to several acupoints on his lower abdomen, looking at Lin Miao with a provocative expression: "If you want to resolve the cold poison in the weak tendons, the internal strength of the Tianyang Zhendeng is not enough. You also have to know how to transport the internal strength to these acupoints that you cannot usually use..."

Lin Miao looked at Qian Rendeng who was about to say a break, so he could only patiently try to use the internal energy of Tianyang True Classic. Sure enough, the place where the true qi flowed was comfortable, and the flesh on both sides of the veins was still unbearable. Lin Miao thought about it but didn't know what method could transport internal energy to these places, so he could only ask Qian Rendeng with some thorns and said, "Dare you ask Mr. Qian, how can you transport the true qi into these tendons and veins that cannot be used to practice martial arts?"

Qian Rendeng looked at Lin Miao with a proud look, chuckled and said nothing, and deliberately turned his face to look at Lin Miao. Long Yubing walked to Qian Rendeng and bowed respectfully and said, "Since Mr. Qian can help me to remove cold poison, I must know how to use his skills to help the gangsters to drive away the poison. I hope Mr. Qian can... be given advice." Qian Rendeng snorted and looked at Long Yubing with ignorance: "How can I force out the cold poison? Zhang Hong also knows, why don't you ask Zhang Hong? Give him a night of sleep, he will definitely tell you."

Long Yubing wanted to get angry but didn't dare, so he could only look at Lin Miao with an awkward look. Qian Rendeng expressed his meaning very clearly: as long as Lin Miao was willing to take him as his teacher, he would immediately teach Lin Miao the method of cracking the Ice Soul Palm. Long Yubing gave several winks at Lin Miao, but Lin Miao just glanced at Long Yubing and stood indifferently. Qian Rendeng was obviously not in a hurry, and slowly picked up his arms and looked at Lin Miao quietly.

Although Lin Miao made her a little angry, Long Yubing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw that they had no intention of fighting again. But after a long time, Lin Miao, Qian Rendeng and the other two still looked at each other like this, and neither moved nor spoke. Long Yubing was a little anxious, and immediately walked to Lin Miao and shouted softly: "You damn hooligan! You can pretend to be okay?"

Lin Miao shook his head and said in a low voice: "Uncle Master, you know much more about fortune-telling than me! What's more, Mr. Qian saved us, and I don't want to kill his life because of his greed for martial arts." Long Yubing heard Lin Miao say this and turned around to Qian Rendeng. Before Long Yubing could speak, Qian Rendeng glanced at her and said slowly: "Old girl, stop talking. This is the first time I have seen such a guy. If I can't accept him as my apprentice, wouldn't I live in vain in my life?"

Long Yubing was stunned for a moment, then whispered in a negotiation tone: "Mr. Qian, you can learn from his teacher. Wouldn's best bets..." Qian Rendeng's cheeks tightened, and a sneer appeared: "Let me learn from Mr. Bu? Bah! If you want to be a teacher, just be A Miao's master! I, Qian Rendeng, will not be convinced of heaven or earth for the rest of my life, how could I submit to any bullshit fortune! Even though A Miao's father is afraid, I am the master of his decisiveness anyway!"

Long Yubing said helplessly: "But the hooligan is also for your good health..." Lin Miao threw his braid behind his head and tightened his lips: "Uncle Master, stop talking, anyway, I can't harm Mr. Qian because of his greed for martial arts. Mr. Qian, you can do anything, but Lin Miao really can't do it." Qian Rendeng Wenyan was not angry, but nodded in a slight sense of heart and said slowly: "Did you see it? If A Miao tried to flatter me from the beginning, I wouldn't look down on him! This kid is even more difficult than Bu Yunqu! Humph, I can meet such a genius in my later years, so how can I miss it? So, don't bother with Long Nizi, stay there."
Chapter completed!