C22 (1/2)

Lin Hsingna followed the voice and looked at the pavilion by the side of the road.

A young man was fighting in a horse stance.

The Boxing Skill was unique, and its movements were fast and violent. However, it was powerful and heavy, causing the surrounding air to hum loudly.

Lin Hsingna's eyes turned cold.

A practitioner, moreover — an expert!

Lin Hsingna slowed down her pace and walked forward, then stopped at the edge of the flower garden outside the pavilion. She did not disturb them, and instead stopped to watch.

Only when she got closer did she realize that this expert was way too young. He didn't even look twenty years old.

This guy, isn't he just a high school student?

His fur hasn't even grown up yet, but he's already able to strike out with such a ferocious Boxing Skill. His body's quality is so strong!

What was lacking in beauty was that the moves were slightly loose, and there was a little lack of strength in the subsequent stages. But with the entire set of Boxing Skill, it was like flowing water, soft in the middle and strong in the right, and soft in the middle.

Lin Hsingna quietly watched Chen Mo fight in the pavilion, but secretly she was evaluating the pros and cons.

If she were to know that this set of punches was only a scattered punch created by Chen Mo using the fierceness of the Fierce Tiger Boxing, with its power not even ten percent of the Fierce Tiger Boxing, how she would feel in her heart.

”Hah!”

A sudden shout startled the completely unprepared Lin Hsingna.

Chen Mo lowered his body immediately and retracted his fist. Then, as if he hadn't noticed the 'peeping' Lin Hsingna, he left the pavilion.

Lin Hsingna did not deliberately hide her figure, but as the night was dark and she stood amidst the flowers, if one did not pay attention, it would be impossible to discover her.

Furthermore, he had already heard the sound of the footsteps earlier. After punching for so long, how could he not know that there was someone else over there?

But he didn't care. It was just a fist art. If you wanted to watch it, you can watch it.

Chen Mo didn't care, but Lin Hsingna was the opposite.

This kind of expert was rarely seen. If she didn't spar, her hands would be itchy.

”Comrade, wait!” Lin Hsingna shouted.

Yue Ming was like water, it was silent, there were no other pedestrians around, the one who shouted was Chen Mo.

Chen Mo turned and looked back.

Under the moonlight, there stood a woman in a smart police uniform. She looked valiant and valiant, but there was also a hint of elegance to her.

Lin Hsingna stepped on her leather boots, slowly walked towards Chen Mo, and introduced herself: ”Hello, my name is Lin Hsingna.”

As they got closer, Chen Mo looked at the policewoman in front of him more carefully.

She was 170 years old and wore an army green police uniform with a leather belt that tied around her waist. Although she was wearing long pants, it also made her beautiful long legs seem even more slender.

What was even more eye-catching was the two proud peaks that were wrapped within the police uniform. It was simply comparable to two large mountains lying horizontally across. As Lin Hsingna walked forward, the two mountains jiggled, causing Chen Mo to worry that the police uniforms might explode any time.

The moment Chen Mo's gaze made contact with the pair of human chest items, his eyes burned with passion, as if he was stuck to them with 502's glue, making him unable to move his gaze away.

Big, it's so big, it's really too big!

Forgive his lack of words.

He had no choice, he had been alone in the Mount Qingxia for eighteen years, so he really did not know much about the size of this cup.

If his two experienced martial uncles were here, they would definitely be able to quickly make an accurate judgement: 36E!