Eight thousand five, maybe sell the breakfast shop at home, and you can make up enough money.

Zhang Qingyang shrugged his shoulders and said, "Then it seems that I can only wait for me to have this money before coming to you." ”

Wang Wu didn't look down on him, but patted him with a smile and said, "It's okay, this is a lot of money." Come to me when you've made enough, your brother will always be your brother. ”

Zhang Qingyang took off his gloves and left the martial arts hall with Li Congjun.

Back at Li Congjun's house, Li Yufang saw Zhang Qingyang's pale face and thin beads of sweat like fish scales on his painful head, and said in surprise: "What's the matter? Li Congjun, how did you do it!"

When Li Congjun saw his wife angry, he immediately raised his intact hand and exclaimed: "It has nothing to do with me, accident, accident." ”

Li Yufang glared at him and said, "What else can you do, hurry up and take out the ointment, don't you see that Qingyang is already in a terrible pain!"

Zhang Qingyang's lips trembled: "Auntie, it really has nothing to do with Uncle Li." The main thing is that I am reckless and have a bit of a fractured wrist. ”

"The medicine is coming. Li Congjun took a bunch of bottles and cans.

Li Yufang helped Zhang Qingyang to sit down on the chair, and under the gaze of the two little guys, Zhang Qingyang once again accepted the ointment and bandaging services from Li Congjun and his wife.

Li Congjun's medicine is indeed very useful, and after applying it, immediately a chill that refreshes the bones quickly weakens the pain in his arms and wrists.

After more than half an hour of busy work, three layers of medicine were applied, and it was finally over. Li Congjun said with relief: "Judging by my years of experience......

Zhang Qingyang smiled bitterly, what have you encountered, you have many years of experience. He had a hunch that he might come here often in the future to receive medicine services, and thinking of this, Zhang Qingyang suddenly felt a little melancholy.

"Your bone crack is not serious, and it does not affect your hands. It's just that within a month, I can't do heavy work, and I usually eat more meat to make up for it, and it will be better soon. ”

"Okay, I know, thank you Uncle Li, thank you aunt. Zhang Qingyang politely said goodbye to Uncle Li's family.

Back at home, the atmosphere at home is relatively relaxed. Zhang's father and mother did not notice the abnormality of Zhang Qingyang's wrist.

After eating, Zhang Qingyang returned to his small world and lay on the bed.

Although his wrist bone was broken, Zhang Qingyang was in a very happy mood. The Bridge of the Mind may be more effective than you think.

Today, when Jin Zun, the head coach of the Changsheng Martial Arts Gym, was demonstrating how to use his strength to his two personal disciples, Zhang Qingyang couldn't help but be attracted and devoted himself to Jin Zun's punch.

Later, when he wanted to imitate Jin Zun's movements to fight the dummy, his consciousness suddenly entered the inner universe, and on the bridge of the mind, Jin Zun's light and shadow appeared.

When Zhang Qingyang's heart moved, Jin Zun on the bridge of the heart suddenly swung his fist, reproducing the punch of the iron man.

A ferocious punch that is more powerful than just the strength of the arms. Rather, it starts from the soles of the feet, where the power rises, is transmitted and increased through the muscles, and then through the strength of the waist, to the arms, elbows, and finally to the knuckles.

In the process of power transmission, the power does not decrease. The key reason is that it is progressive and progressive. The muscles of half of the body are unified into a single unit.

This is the transformation of power into powerful destructive force and unleashed.

Zhang Qingyang continues to observe and learn through the bridge of the heart. On the bridge of the heart, the mystery, details, and key points of Jin Zun's punch appeared in his eyes without concealment. So when Wang Wu and Li Congjun thought that Zhang Qingyang was adjusting his breathing, he was actually reviewing the essence of Jin Zun's punch.

Even if Zhang Qingyang is a genius, he can't fully grasp it in an instant, let alone control his power freely. As a result, only three percent of Jin Zun's punch was played, plus the bonus of the Black Bear Body Forging Technique at the moment he swung his fist, his strength increased sharply, and the punch was shocking, and of course his wrist was cracked.

Zhang Qingyang recalled that at that time, when he swung his fist, his arms thickened almost instantly, and he looked like a muscle weirdo. This was entirely because the qi and blood could not be controlled at that time, and the blood flowed wildly to the arm as if it was out of control, and the blood vessels and meridians were all stretched to the limit, and some even exceeded the limit and were broken.

On the other hand, Jin Zun at that time, the change in his arm was weak, and it was basically the same as usual. It can be seen that the control of power is very skillful.

However, using the bridge of the mind to replicate the mystery of Jin Zun's punch is not without a price. The mental power consumes a large section, but fortunately, there is no need to consume mental power after repeated viewing, otherwise I really look down on it.

Zhang Qingyang endured the pain and practiced the Black Bear Body Forging Technique for a while. Wait until you can't hold on anymore and stop practicing.

Lying on the bed, my whole arm seemed to have countless ants crawling, sour, stinging, itchy, and a little hungry......

I hurt my wrist and couldn't do much exercise. Zhang Qingyang immersed his mind in the inner universe and repeatedly observed the movements of Jin Zun's fist.

After a night like this, Zhang Qingyang was woken up hungry the next day, and he was hungry and weak, feeling as if he was about to swallow a cow.

After washing up and fooling around, he rushed downstairs.

Although Zhang's father and mother were surprised that he got up an hour earlier than usual, Zhang's father immediately made his breakfast.

Zhang Qingyang devoured and had a great appetite.

"This is a new breed developed by your father, the meat sandwich bun. Son, you try it and give your dad an opinion. Mother Zhang said.

"Oh, okay. Zhang Qingyang was stunned, there was a new variety in his breakfast shop, and for so many years, my father had relied on haggis noodles to win the world.

Zhang Qingyang held a meat bun in his left hand and chopsticks in his right hand. A mouthful of buns, a mouthful of soup, a feast. Zhang Qingyang felt that his breakfast had never been so delicious.

"Yo, it tastes so good. What is Qingyang holding in his hand? Oh, Lao Zhang's new breed of meat sandwich bun. Qingyang eats so deliciously, it must be delicious, bring me one. A bowl of noodles, a meat bun. The first diner to enter the door was attracted by Zhang Qingyang's reincarnated appearance of a hungry ghost, and ordered a meat bun without hesitation.