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"Hah!"

"The third style: Taigong fishing!"

"Hah!"

"Fourth pose: Hold the ball in your chest!"

"Hah!"

"Fifth Style: Boy Guanyin!"

"Hah!"

"Sixth Style: Peacock Open Screen!"

"Hah!"

"The Seventh Formula......

"Eighth ......"

The bald guy looked old-fashioned and serious, and made one action after another that made Meng Zuo dumbfounded but still gritted his teeth and persisted.

"It's the same me, why is there such a big gap!" Meng Zuo always felt that these movements were quite simple, but as soon as he got started, he felt powerless.

Meng Zuo's mentality has changed a little bit.

"Brother, can we slow down, we don't teach martial arts like this, right?" Meng Zuo looked at the bald guy aggrievedly, "No matter how anxious you are, your hair won't grow." ”

But the bald guy obviously ignored Meng Zuo's words and demeanor, his eyes were nothing, and he looked straight ahead, whenever Meng Zuo wanted to get close to him, he would be blocked by an invisible and powerful barrier.

Meng Zuo simply no longer imitated while watching, but carefully observed and memorized these postures with his heart.

If you were someone else, you might not be able to remember so many movements at once, but Meng Zuo's current IQ is enough to support him to remember it reluctantly.

"Hah!"

"Tenth Style: Turning the River and the Sea!"

The bald guy crossed his waist with his hands, and the qi of the dantian was repeated up and down in his abdomen between his breaths, and then his palms were facing the sky, and he carried them up from his abdomen to his chest, and then turned his palms over and slowly put them down.

"This ...... It's over?" Meng Zuo knows this action, and there is this plot of finishing work and being depressed in various kung fu movies.

"This ten styles of practice to the fullest, is the day of the golden bell jar out of the mountain, with the most steel body, fearless. The bald head Meng Zuo's voice was like a bell, which made people deafening to hear.

"Hah!" the bald guy suddenly stepped down again.

"Is this for fear that I won't remember to show me again?" Meng Zuo was overjoyed, and deeply felt that he was so caring whether he had hair or not.

Next, the moment came to make Meng Zuo completely confused.

The surrounding white mist suddenly converged three meters away from the bald guy. In an instant, the wind surged, and there was a sharp killing intent hidden in the clouds.

"What's going on!" Meng Zuo took a slight step back.

I saw that the white mist slowly gathered, condensed together, and finally formed a cloud-piercing arrow in all directions of the bald guy.

Meng Zuo could feel that the air around him was visibly thinner, and the air pressure had decreased a lot.

"A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops come to meet!" Meng Zuo's brain circuit didn't know how long, and he popped out of his mouth.

It was also at this moment that an arrow in the air rushed down from the front of the bald man, and as soon as it was launched, thousands of dense arrows rushed over, making gusts of wind in the air.

Meng Zuo's heart trembled when he saw it.

This brother is as handsome as himself, but he didn't expect to die young.

The rain of arrows rushed and inserted into the bald guy's body, turning into a white mist and dissipating, but in an instant, his body was shrouded in a thick white mist, and Meng Zuo couldn't see the situation inside at all.

Meng Zuo breathed a sigh of relief instead: "I'm still young, I'm still a child, I can't watch these bloody pictures." ”

He touched his head and ears as he spoke: "If you touch your hair, you won't be scared, and if you touch your ears, you will be scared for ......a while."

The rain of arrows was so dense that it rushed towards the dense clouds for nearly a minute, and dozens or even hundreds of arrows rushed into it every second, and the clouds and mist became denser and denser, and in the end, Meng Zuo couldn't even see the scene a meter away.

But there's really nothing to see, it's either an iron cage or a white expanse.

"Amen, Shakyamuni will bless you. Meng Zuo made another cross on his chest and prayed reverently for the bald man.

"Hah!"

At that moment, a familiar roar came from the thick fog.

"Huh?"

"None of them are dead?"

Meng Zuo ran over to see what was going on inside, but he was suddenly bounced to the ground by the invisible barrier.

However, the barrier is still there, which just means that the bald Meng Zuo inside is still alive.

Thinking of this, Meng Zuo instantly became extremely excited, and tears flowed down his eyes.

"Brother, you can be considered to have survived! Do you know how worried I was about you just now? You are so handsome, and you can do martial arts, what a pity to die!"

The clouds gradually dissipated, and Meng Zuo could see the state of the bald guy inside.

Unscathed.

The bald guy still reflected the light of his head, and as long as he was exposed from the outside, there were no scars on his body.

Standing majestically, one person's strength is like an army of millions.

Meng Zuo felt that the person in front of him was not a bald head, but a mountain!

"Brother, are you alright?"

Meng Zuo got up, cautiously took a few steps forward, and asked timidly.

"Hah!"

The bald guy is like a mute who can't speak, and since he finished practicing the exercises, he can only say ha.

This ha, Meng Zuo was so frightened that he took several steps back.

Just kidding, this bald head is not ordinary, isn't there an old saying - I've gotten bald, and I've gotten stronger.

And after this shout, the clouds and mist around him began to gather again, this time the clouds and mist seemed to have anger, and they gathered faster, and when the fog blew over, Meng Zuo felt that his skin was pricked.

"Dude, what else are you going to do!Don't scare me!" Meng Zuo was about to cry, "Big brother, are you my big brother, okay? I'm still young, I don't want to die like this!"

But the bald brother didn't pay attention to Meng Zuo, who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, and shouted angrily, as if he was fighting against the clouds and mist that had gathered.

The white mist swept over, this time no longer a rain of arrows, but a hurricane.

The wind speed was so strong that it almost didn't suck in Meng Zuo, who was ten meters away.

Meng Zuo slammed on the ground, grabbed the ground with his hands, and didn't open his eyes when he was killed.

"Touch the hair, can't be scared, touch the hair, can't be scared......"

After a while, the whistling sound disappeared, and the clouds and mist fell again, and Meng Zuo raised his head slightly, squinting his eyes at the position where the bald guy was.

Unscathed!

emmm...... Although he has no hair, there seems to be something wrong with this idiom.

(But readers just get what I mean!)

The sturdy muscles glistened in the white light, and the water vapor brought by the white mist formed water droplets on the bald guy's body, adding a bit of domineering side leakage to it.

"Awesome! it's all fine!" Meng Zuo admired as he was about to get up, "When I go out, I'll also practice this kung fu well, it's just invulnerable!"

"Hah!"

Before Meng Zuo could get up, the bald guy shouted again.

Thump!

Meng Zuo knelt down without saying a word, covering his head and trembling with his eyes closed.

He didn't see anything, but he cast his eyelids and felt as if the light was dimming, so he raised his head slightly and glanced at the sky.

"it!"

The white mist all gathered in the sky, forming a large lead-colored dark cloud, blocking the light, and Meng Zuoyin faintly heard the rolling thunder.

Meng Zuo kowtowed to the bald guy in reverence, and then ran away, running until the bald guy was just a small black spot in his sight before he stopped, holding his knees with his hands and panting.

People know martial arts, how to play how they want, they are stuck in arrows, blown by the wind, and slashed by thunder, but they are a waste with a decent figure, if a random thunder hits him, there may be no ashes left.

Can't afford to play......

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings.

The dark clouds gathered bigger and bigger, and the pressure became lower and lower, and Meng Zuo watched from a distance and even felt that the clouds were about to press down on the big guy's bald head.

"Hah!"

There was a bald head Meng Zuo's roar in the distance, at least a hundred meters away, but Meng Zuo heard it clearly, and I have to say that people who practice martial arts have enough qi in it.

This roar completely broke the silence and oppressive atmosphere, and the muffled thunder that had been hovering in the clouds suddenly became louder, as if it was competing with the bald guy to make a louder voice.

In an instant, lightning flashed and thundered, and thunder and light were combined.

A thunder snake came from the sky, and the speed was so fast that Meng Zuo didn't even react before he smashed on the bald guy's body.

"Hah!"

The bald guy gathered his breath, shouted, a faint golden light appeared on his body, stepped down from his horse, and stood across, a thunder snake was not enough to move it at all.

This is a golden bell, ringing to the sky!

Thundered!

The thunderclouds were thicker, the rolling thunder was dull and majestic, and there were countless thunderbolts flashing under the dark clouds, which made Meng Zuo's heart cold.

The first thunder fell in an instant, and the second and third thunderbolts followed!

Bell!

Thunder slammed into the bald head's body, but it made a sound that was not a physical blow.

It's like smashing on top of steel!

Meng Zuo was so surprised that he covered his mouth.

Incredible!

How can a man's body be compared to steel?

How dare a person call the sky?

But now, he really saw a scene that subverted his worldview.

The thunderclouds split down one by one, but the bald head with the golden light reflected on the skin did not move.

Towering as a mountain!

The sky is not afraid of the earth, what can you do with a few thunders?

This time it didn't take only one minute to finish like the previous two times, and the thunder and lightning turned into rain, and it took a quarter of an hour!

Meng Zuo looked at the bald head from a distance, and the bald head was just a small black dot in his eyes.

But he clearly knew that from beginning to end, the bald head never moved.

What kind of person is this!

"It's over......" There was no more thunder and lightning struck, and Meng Zuo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hah!"

The bald voice came again, making Meng Zuo's eyes stare.

"No, it's not over yet!"

He looked at the sky, and although there was no thunder and lightning, the thunder was getting denser and denser, and the clouds were getting thicker.

It's accumulating a big move!

The cloud seemed to be psychic, and after a quarter of an hour of trying, it found that it was not strong enough to crush the bell-like man on the ground, so it had to gather its strength and save all the impact for the last time!

Meng Zuo looked worriedly at the figure in the distance that shone with a faint golden light.

Now, the bald guy may be in danger.

The muffled thunder grew denser and denser like the drums of battle in front of the two armies, and the dark clouds gathered, and the originally huge area was all condensed above the bald head, and the atmosphere of black oppression was in stark contrast to the light elsewhere.

Meng Zuo's heart has already risen to his throat!

Don't get into trouble!

The bald guy didn't even look at the terrifying scene above, and still looked ahead.

Finally, the thundercloud couldn't suppress the energy in his body.

The already bright world is illuminated by an even brighter pillar of light that can brighten the eyes of a blind man.

This can no longer be called a thunderbolt.

That's as thick as the waist circumference of three adults combined!

It's Optimus Pillar!

Lei Zhu left the dark clouds, like a wild horse on the loose, let out a roar that pierced through the clouds and cracked stones, and went straight to the bald guy!

Rumble!