MTL - American Manga God-Chapter 41 please call me mei laoshi

At this time, a sound of applause suddenly sounded not far away.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!" The applause was even more abrupt in the dead silence of the audience.

If other people applauded, it is estimated that Mordo just wanted to find a bucket of tofu to drown himself.

It was Gu Yi who clapped his palms, so it was a little different.

"Don't underestimate Mei Mumu's method just now, he used his left and right hands and left and right feet to make two completely different coping methods, just like two twin brother masters attacking Moro at the same time, which made Moro lose. Defense." Gu Yi is a supreme mage, and the evaluation given is not high: "Great! It's very amazing Chinese kung fu, even if I encounter it for the first time, it is estimated that I will be in a hurry."

"Hey—" Everyone in the audience gasped.

Does Mei Mumu, a young disciple with crippled hands, have such a bunker?

On the contrary, Mei Mumu was a little embarrassed by Gu Yi's praise, and could only show an embarrassed but polite smile.

Gu Yi slowly stepped into the arena, her blue samurai uniform today has a fairy-like flavor: "Once upon a time, Kama Taj trained only standing up to cast spells, defeating them with all kinds of dazzling magic. The enemy's mage. But such mage is too rigid in the face of different worlds and enemies with strange offensive and defensive methods. Our predecessors and sages paid a heavy price in blood for this."

Shaking the folding fan, Gu Yi continued: "That's why, as mystics, we still have to master the melee skills. Having a strong body and quick responses is also of great help to the cultivation of our mysterious power. In addition, there is an old saying in Mei Mumu's hometown, 'Learning is boundless, and the one who succeeds is the first'. We should also give enough respect to the strong in a certain field, do you understand?

These words made all the disciples around feel awe.

Suddenly, all the disciples shouted in unison, "Understood!"

While shouting, everyone, including Mo Du, bowed and saluted to Mei Mumu.

right!

At this moment in martial arts, Mei Mumu, a 'mixed-blood' born in the Celestial Dynasty, is undoubtedly a master in the field of martial arts.

Umegizawa was embarrassed and always felt a little embarrassed.

"Okay, everyone continue to practice." Master Gu Yi gave an order, and everyone began to practice again.

Over there, the black buddies corrected their mentality.

"Huh!" He took the scepter and took a stance again: "I didn't expect you to hide so deeply. When I saw you for the first time, you didn't respond to the fallen at all."

The actor Mei Mumu raised his head, his face turned 45 degrees to the sky, as if invisible tears were falling down his cheeks: "Alas! The past is unbearable. Originally, I thought I entered a civilized society and would no longer be able to use these old-time gadgets. I was thinking about practicing martial arts. No matter how good it is, is it faster than a bullet? So what I learned when I went back to the motherland with my mother to visit relatives, I have long since given up."

"Fortunately, you have picked them up now." Mo Du doubted that he had him, and sighed: "I heard that the martial arts inherited from your ancestors cannot be passed on to outsiders, otherwise I really want to learn it. I just really It's like being attacked by two masters at the same time..."

"Do you want to learn?" Mei Mumu let out a pig's laughter in her heart.

Yo! Black man, you actually took the bait in this kind of thing. This is really the way to heaven if you don't go, there is no door to **** to break in.

Hey!

Hey hey hey!

"Of course." The honest black man didn't realize anything yet.

"I can teach you, and not everyone can learn this trick. Do you want to learn it? But you have to swear that you owe me a big favor, and you will have to pay it back in the future." Mei felt that he was like "Faust" The same as Mephistopheles, the demon who deceived the human soul.

Uh, by the way, the Marvel world also has Mephistopheles!

If it is someone else, maybe you need to think about it. Owing to someone like this is not a problem for an unscrupulous bastard. "The one who owes money is the uncle" describes this kind of person.

Mordo is not.

He is more truthful in everything and more paranoid. In the comics, when he left Gu Yi, he was jealous of Doctor Strange's strength and talent.

Seeing Mo Du's hesitation, Mei Mumu added a fire: "It's okay, I regard it as finger training. It used to be used to enhance my surgical skills. Even if ordinary people can't learn the essence, they can It can make his hand speed soar a lot.”

Mordo was heartbroken. If he could only fight and kill with magic weapons, he would be considered a magic swordsman at most. Since it is a battle mage, spellcasting naturally occupies a considerable part. To cast spells in battle, or to speed up spellcasting, simply reciting a spell silently is definitely not as good as cooperating with gestures.

Learning Meimumu's stunts will definitely be of great benefit to me.

Mordo finally nodded: "Okay! I'll learn! But you must also swear that you won't use my oath to force me to do anything that goes against the path of justice."

"Deal." Mei Mumu smiled calmly and peacefully, but behind his ass, there was definitely an invisible fox tail wagging!

Discovering Mei Mumu's 'talent' in combat, Mordo put away his teaching heart as half a mentor, and turned to the attitude of his predecessors as guides. Introducing the usage of various instruments~www.novelbuddy.com~ That night, Mei Mumu borrowed a quiet room for magic apprentices to meditate and became Mordo's teacher.

"You and I teach each other skills. This is to share knowledge, so there is no need for a teacher and apprentice. Anyway, we are all disciples of the ancient one." Mei Mumu said first.

"Of course." Mordo nodded.

Meimumu gave a serious lesson:

"Okay, the skill I want to teach you was handed down in the Central Plains of the Celestial Dynasty a long time ago. The first great warrior who invented this skill was surnamed Zhou."

"The principle is to train the left and right brains of a person at the same time through a series of methods, so that they can think independently. Because the left and right brains will coordinate themselves, you don't have to worry about breaking yourself up."

"The first thing you need to practice is 'the left hand draws a circle, the right hand draws a square'."

After all, Mei Mumu demonstrated on two flat square sand tables. Sure enough, it was a perfect circle that seemed to be drawn with a compass, and a standard square. Start at the same time, finish at the same time.

"This...it's so difficult!" Mordo tried many times, but nothing was good.

"No rush, no rush, I practiced for a full three months before I did it to a standard." Mei Mumu took a sip of oolong tea in a standard tea ceremony posture with both hands.

"That's it?" Mo Du was itching in his heart: "Can I ask, what should I do next?"

"It's a big no-no to learn to walk first, but it's not difficult, because this is the standard. In the second step, you must write different words on the left and right at the same time. For example..."

Mei Mumu, who was sitting opposite Mo Du, wrote two words from Mo Du's point of view. One is Arabic numerals and the other is English.

That's right, that is—

'2' and 'B'.