Ning Hao was shocked, but he couldn't react, so he could only watch.

watched the black wood fly like a sharp arrow, and then weirdly "patted" on Zhen Huanxi's white and tender head.

That's right, it's not a thorn, it's a shot.

Gao Ming could see it very clearly, just about a fist away from the white fat man's head, the wood that was still extremely fast just now actually violated the laws of physics, as if someone was suddenly grabbing it, and suddenly it stood still. There is no excesses between movement and stillness, which can be called a miracle.

Then, suddenly, the motionless wooden stick fell and slapped directly on the white fat man's head.

The corners of Gao Ming's mouth turned up slightly, and sure enough, the person who threw out this wooden stick was really a master, and this kung fu was clearly a control of strength.

Naturally, he didn't react, the wooden stick didn't look fast, but since the wooden stick flew out of the woods, he didn't feel the slightest murderous aura, and he knew that the people who threw the wooden stick out of them had no ill will towards them. Therefore, I was happy to be idle, watching this wooden stick "pat" my cousin's head, and no one would die anyway, at most it would be a bag.

More importantly, it's not his brain.

"Oh, I'm cǎo." Zhen Huanxi didn't react until this time, he was not shot to death, but was beaten, covering his head and screaming.

"Little fat man, you know the importance of learning kung fu, right? Today, you are here to learn from me? ”

With the sound of talking, from the depths of the woods, an ordinary old man in sportswear walked out, looking at the white fat man who was shouting, and a faint smile appeared on Qingjun's face.

"No, no, Uncle Li, please spare me, I'm not the one who learned martial arts, didn't my grandfather let you go out with our brothers for a walk." When the white fat man saw the old man come out, he didn't rub his head anymore, he staggered behind Gao Ming, waved his hands straight, and said with a sad face.

"Oh? You are the son that Zikai found, Gao Lin? The old man's gaze turned to Gao Ming and asked lightly.

"Hello, Uncle Li, my name is Gao Ming now, a blockbuster." Gao Ming smiled slightly and introduced himself.

It seems that this uncle is far more interested in his white fat cousin than he is. Uncle Li's kung fu is high, but Gao Ming's vision of him is really a little flattering, the old man is known as a rare martial arts wizard in front of him, how can he look at his cousin who weighs more than 200 pounds horizontally and vertically? Could it be that his best kung fu is Mongolian wrestling?

This Gao Ming has wronged Li Zhenfeng a little, Gao Ming's physique is indeed what the old man said once in a thousand years, but it is the internal strength of their master, if you want to practice Li Zhenfeng's best strong eagle claw skill, the white fat man's physique is really the most suitable.

Don't look at him fat, but fat can be exercised into muscles. Zhen Huanxi is 1.75 meters tall and weighs 220 pounds. And his hands, don't look at the white and tender flesh now, it looks very cute, but if Gao Ming takes a closer look, he will find that his cousin's hands are much larger than the average person, and the bones are thick, but the thick bones are covered by fat, these are the most basic things for exercising the Mighty Eagle Claw Skill.

And Li Zhenfeng's kung fu, 80% of his kung fu is on these hands, if he has enough strength, a thigh-thick tree can be broken by him with one claw, and the end is very powerful. Back then, at least half of those heavily armed mercenaries died directly under his hands, and they were all fatal with one blow, and they didn't even have time to scream.

Use the kung fu in his hand to throw out a wooden stick, and then use the whirling force added by his wrist to stop it, for Li Zhenfeng, who has been immersed in this way for 60 years, is just a pediatric, teasing children.

Zhen Huanxi was not attracted by Li Zhenfeng's performance of grabbing down a big tree with one claw, and when he was a teenager, he was pulled to the mountain by an old man over sixty who wanted to find a successor to train.

But after two days of training, the white fat man is dead or alive, and his majesty has not yet become majestic, and he has to grind his hands in the hot iron sand every day, which is a posture of smoking chicken feet. Of course Lao Li is gone, such a big master goes down the mountain to catch a little fat man, it's not like playing.

Fortunately, Zhen Huanxi has a grandfather who loves him, the old man was in a hurry, and he almost didn't fight with the majestic in-law Old Man Gao, Old Man Gao had no choice but to intercede with his old brother in person, and Old Man Li put the white fat man home.

From then on, Zhen Huanxi avoided Li Zhenfeng, and if he could not see it, he would not see it, today this is purely a hard head, but he didn't expect to be taught a lesson when he came up.

"Oh, Gao Ming, that's good." Li Zhenfeng glanced at Gao Ming deeply, with no expression on his face. I don't know if it's because Gao Ming's name is good or if he is a good person.

Gao Ming generally believes that this means that he is all good. People are too good, they are praised everywhere they go, Gao Ming is really annoyed.

"Uncle Li, otherwise, let's go." Zhen Huanxi hid behind Gao Ming, poked his head out and said cautiously.

Li Zhenfeng faced the white fat man, his expression was much richer to Gao Ming, and his mouth cracked slightly, "Little fat man, if you have my seven-point true biography, don't you need my old man to go out today?" Why don't you start tomorrow? Your bones are not fully shaped yet, so it's never too late to practice. ”

"I'll go, uncle, just spare me, when I find a daughter-in-law and give birth to a son, can I send you as an apprentice?" Hearing the old man say this, Zhen Huanxi's tears were about to come out.

However, if you don't say that fat people generally have good heads, as soon as they roll their eyes, they will immediately use the newly developed trick "procrastination".

The old man is seventy or eighty years old, and when he gets married, gives birth to a son, and then grows up to be able to practice martial arts, the old man should be ninety, and he can't walk anymore, how can he teach people to practice martial arts? Even if he can teach, he is not the one who learns martial arts anyway.

Zhen Huanxi's wishful thinking is good. At this time, the daughter-in-law and children are still raised by the mother-in-law's mother-in-law, and as for the son, it is even more difficult to care about so much.

"Hehe, that's what you said. Then I'll wait. Li Zhenfeng's eyes narrowed, and Zhen Huanxi felt a little chilled with his smile, this old man really thought that he could live to be a hundred years old.

If the white fat man knew that Gao Ming's master and old man were already middle-aged sixty years ago, he would definitely regret today's words.

People who practice martial arts, if they just practice outer kung fu, will definitely lose both qi and blood when they are old, and there are very few people who can live past seventy, but if they are like Li Zhenfeng, a master who enters from the outside and enters the second layer of dark energy, and lives past the age of ninety, it is very simple, and such examples are not uncommon in China.

Led by the white fat man, the four of them went down to the top of the mountain, driven by Ning Hao, and left Xishan in a Xifeng SUV that was not very conspicuous.

"Zhen Shao, where are we going?" Ning Hao drove the car onto the road and asked the white fat man sitting in the front seat.

"Hehe, I'll take you to a place that all men like." The white fat man grinned on his face.

It's just that it seems a little obscene.

No, it won't be Gao Ming's side head to look at Uncle Li, who is expressionless, and there is a little drumming in his heart, the young people in the capital are so much, he doesn't care, why don't you consider the feelings of the elderly?

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