One finger Zen, one of the seventy-two Shaolin stunts. Is there wood in reality? Yes, the temple protection of the South Shaolin magic was transmitted to Haiteng, and the South Shaolin was destroyed in the war, and its disciples have promoted it to this day. At present, it is a unique practice technique of Shaolin Temple in Fu Province of our country, and it is indeed good after Dacheng, but if it is said that a finger is worth a thousand catties, it is definitely a bit of nonsense.

Zhu Yeqing, who has been lurking in the Yan family in Fu Province for several years, knows the local environment and heritage well, will he believe Xiao Sheng's words? When this guy pressed on himself with a rogue attitude, this girl knew that there must be something strange inside.

Having said that, when Xiao Shengzhen was rubbing back and forth on his proudly erect crisp and ru, this Nizi really couldn't kick him away, self-comfort was a narrow space, and he couldn't kick out, in fact, when this man struggled to press himself down, regardless of the wind and rain for himself, the slight mustard in his heart was gone.

Outside, after hearing Zhu Yeqing's response, the movements in his hands were even harder, and Xiao Sheng's constantly writhing body echoed this hard work, and he had been looking coldly at Xiao Sheng, who was pretending to be a big bad wolf in his arms, and Zhu Yeqing, whose tears had not yet been wiped dry, asked coldly:

"How did you do that?" Hearing this, Xiao Sheng, who put away the 'sobbing' sound, suddenly raised his head, and the back of his head slammed into the stone slab above his head with a 'pop', this time, Xiao Sheng's screams were by no means pretended.

"Oh, two pieces of granite in the front and back, wouldn't it be enough to put the slate in the middle?" Hold the head above with your right hand, and stuff your left hand in front of the 'head' below, and move your arms together, really waving the flag. Hearing this, Zhu Yeqing raised his head slightly, and looked at the granite that blocked the stone slabs from smashing on the two of them before and after.

Zhu Yeqing, whose body trembled a little, did not stare at the granite that pulled out a thousand catties, but two pieces of granite, the trajectory that was obviously pushed, the trajectory covered with blood stains on the top of his head, was still clearly visible, and as for the ankles, the black skin left by the peeling military boots looked so shocking.

At the moment when the stone fell off, Xiao Sheng, who was quick with his eyes, pressed Zhu Yeqing under his body at the same time, his forearm and hind legs, instantly exerted force, and directly put the granite blocks scattered on the ground directly under the slate, under the premise of the huge pressure on his back, quickly unloaded the falling force of the slate falling off, so that the whole slate would not be cracked or even shattered by this force, so that the slate invisibly became the two of them. As long as Xiao Sheng gives the stone slab a relative strength below, the two will not be buried alive in the ruins, as long as the rescue is timely, the two will definitely have a chance to survive......

The quick eyes and hands that are not chaotic in the face of danger made the two of them turn around in front of the main hall of the ghost gate, and they turned back to reality! It seems simple to say, but the gravity and pressure to be borne in this is absolutely unimaginable to ordinary people, just pushing those two pieces of granite in an instant, the force used is difficult for ordinary people to look at, let alone the force of unloading the stone slab.

No matter how bright the smile is, no matter how relaxed the demeanor is, the stone slab weighing hundreds of catties, at the moment of falling, the force generated is not something that ordinary people can bear, flesh and blood, the pressure that Xiao Sheng has to bear can be imagined.

The rescue work above was extremely fast, and in less than five minutes, the gravel on the stone slab was cleared out, and the stone mountain of rubble was removed with his bare hands, and he didn't care about looking at Xiao Sheng and Zhu Yeqing inside through the gap, and shouted loudly:

"You can't burp this, my daughter is only in her early twenties this year."

"Is there a man like you? Nondescript ......" Listening to Xiao Sheng's reply, Shi Shan, who smirked a few times, completely let go of the heart that he had originally mentioned. Fortunately in the misfortune, this old man's face finally showed an indifferent smile!

The stone slabs weighing hundreds of catties were carried up by the four groups of team members and the local villagers, and the stone mountain that jumped in directly was cushioned with his back underneath, and several big men beside him pulled Xiao Sheng and Zhu Yeqing out of it.

The pouring rain baptized Xiao Sheng's cheeks covered with blood and dust, and the moment he saw the light of day, Xiao Sheng saw the villagers of Shizhai with worried faces. Simple, kind, when they saw Xiao Sheng and was resolutely helped up, there was a deafening sound at the scene, raising the bear's paw that was already blurred with flesh and blood, and Xiao Sheng, who was grinning, said the first thing he said was:

"I, Hu Hansan, are back ......" ('Red Heart Shining' Pan Dongzi. After saying this, Xiao Sheng, who was black in front of him, collapsed directly in the arms of his teammates, and Xiao Sheng, who was in a blur, only heard the heart-rending rescue voice of his father-in-law.

Xiao Sheng, who was sleeping this 'sleep', was dark. The body that was 'tired' by the mandala last night was completely rested. Xiao Sheng, who was in a daze, had more than one spring dream, about the mandala, Zhang Yi, Chen Shuyuan, Zhu Yeqing, Dai Muxue, Bai Jing, Yan Ruxue, especially Tong Tong and Ge Yan did not let go, as for Wang Li, it was even more indispensable, Xiao Sheng, who was drooling at the corner of his mouth, was woken up by the mandala guarding in front of the stone bed......

Squirming his eyelids, Xiao Sheng, who heard the mandala's soft call, was reluctant to open the corners of his eyes, and when he saw the mandala's pear blossom and rain cheeks in a blur, his voice was hoarse:

"Why did you put your clothes on again?" Xiao Sheng's voice was not loud, but in this lonely room, it was unusually clear, the stone mountain in the room, the grandmother pursed the corners of her mouth when she heard Xiao Sheng's words, smiled and did not speak, but it was the originally teary-eyed mandala, after hearing this, her face turned a little ruddy.

Consciousness gradually became clear, his eyes swept over the few people around him who looked worried, and looked around, this should be grandma's dark pavilion, Xiao Sheng, who squirmed his lower body, only to find that he had been 'fixed' on the bed by a stone cone, Xiao Sheng, who was surprised, looked at grandma, and without waiting for her to speak, Mandala said softly:

"In a coma, your hands and feet have always been dishonest, kicking, beating, there are a lot of abrasions on your body, and it is difficult to bandage, so I 'fixed' you here." Xiao Sheng, who heard this, nodded slightly, which was a response to the mandala. But Grandma's merciless words really embarrassed Xiao Sheng and Mandala.

"Qi is weak and weak, you are really a master of art and bold, crazy enough." At this time, should Xiao Sheng reprimand his 'little grandma' for being disrespectful, or should he 'praise' her for being too outspoken? Save some face...... Isn't it just a 'hat-trick'?