"Ninety thousand palms a day?" After Duan Qingqing left, Wang Xiaojun muttered, and then he was shocked: "Then I have to hurry up!" He rushed out of the café and took a taxi straight to the Iron Palms.

The years in the Iron Palm Gang are still eternal, and the leisurely old man and the long-haired beautiful man are playing cards, making a crackling sound. Hu Tailai was walking in the middle of the courtyard, and Tang Sisi was making up for beauty sleep because he didn't sleep well.

Wang Xiaojun stumbled in, didn't bother to say hello to Hu Tailai, and rushed to the courtyard to rummage through the warehouse in the east wing.

Hu Tailai then arrived, stood at the door and asked, "What are you looking for, have you seen your little junior sister?" ”

"Find a wooden stake!" Wang Xiaojun came out without a word.

The warehouse is not small, things are very miscellaneous, many of them are old and tattered, rusty swords, sticks that have been bitten by insects and rats, and more are waste eliminated from living at home, all kinds of bottles and cans, pickle jars, wooden machines for pressing noodles, in short, there are almost all the things you can imagine here, Wang Xiaojun flipped through the sparsely, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he pulled out a dusty wooden stake from the innermost corner.

"Help!" Wang Xiaojun greeted Hu Tailai.

Hu Tailai and the two of them took out the wooden stake, which was one person high, and the base was a large iron plate, in addition to two stake hands and two stake feet, there was also a stake that was more oblique to the chest, as if a person had three hands. This thing is not light, the two of them took a lot of effort to move it to the front yard, Wang Xiaojun found a rag and roughly wiped it, the wooden pile was covered with a long time of oil, black and very warm, like a metallic luster.

"Ironwood! This is a wooden stake made of ironwood! Hu Tailai is obviously an expert in this, and he must have dealt with wooden stakes a lot, and he cried out in surprise at this moment.

"What's that?" Wang Xiaojun asked casually.

"It's a kind of wood with a very long growth period and a very hard texture, I don't know what the scientific name is, it's quite expensive anyway." Hu Tailai touched the stake and said, "Your Iron Palm Gang's wooden stake is quite special. ”

Wang Xiaojun pulled him to the side and said, "Come get out of the way, I'm going to practice." As he spoke, he slapped the wooden stake on the chest and made a "pop" sound.

Hu Tailai was curious: "You practice? ”

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you." All Wang Xiaojun is thinking about is finishing 90,000 palms in one day, and it will be almost afternoon.

Hu Tailai had no choice but to silence and stand on the side to watch Wang Xiaojun practice. In the martial arts, most of the exercises are taboo to have others watching, Hu Tailai taught his disciples Wang Xiaojun has watched many times, Hu Tailai sometimes wants to say a few words to him euphemistically, and thinks that Wang Xiaojun, a half-martial arts person, must not understand the truth in this, but he seems to be stingy when he says it, so he forgets about this stubble, which will repay the peach, and he will not shy away from it. In fact, he was mainly curious, he wanted to see what kind of moth Wang Xiaojun was out of, Wang Xiaojun could practice seriously, and he didn't believe it if he was killed! Hu Tai looked at it for a while and said: "Xiaojun, in fact, generally what we call beating wooden stakes refers to a kind of exercise, not pumping its mouth......

Wang Xiaojun himself slapped a few times indiscriminately before he remembered Duan Qingqing's words - he had to use the iron palm thirty style to hit the wooden stake. Thinking of this, Wang Xiaojun's legs were slightly separated, and his left palm turned in an arc in front, as if he was measuring the distance between himself and his opponent and seemed to be diverting the attention of the opponent.

"Ouch?" Hu Tailai instantly judged that this trick was different from just now, and it was really knowledgeable.

But how to beat Wang Xiaojun in the second palm is confused - no matter how half-hung he is, he has been exposed to it since he was a child, and the foundation of the thirty strokes of the iron palm is still solid, but when he first learned, his grandfather did not follow the order, often he learned a palm today, and then taught a palm after three or five days, and occasionally turned his head to review the previous one when he learned a dozen moves, so these thirty palms Wang Xiaojun will make moves, but there is no obvious sense of order in his mind, and the first palm just now is the first move that his grandfather taught him, and it is really difficult to decide what to play in this second palm.

Hu Tailai just saw the meaning, and then saw Wang Xiaojun retract his posture, and almost spurted out a mouthful of blood: "This is the end?" ”

Wang Xiaojun groaned: "Don't speak, my heart is in turmoil." His mind flashed brightly, and he took out seven pages of paper from his pocket, this is the palm diagram he turned out from under the drawer that day, it will be wrinkled after rubbing it for two days, Wang Xiaojun took it out because he remembered that there is a clear order from the first palm to the thirtieth palm on this picture!

"You're going to ...... Studying now? "Hu Tailai is not a talkative person, this will be really curious.

Wang Xiaojun still ignored him, found a bamboo pole and poked it on the side of the wooden stake, nailed seven pages of paper to the head of the pole with a thumbtack, and turned one after another according to the order above, so that he could keep hitting without using his brain.

It was inconvenient for Hu Tailai to look at the pictures on the paper, but he could clearly see Wang Xiaojun's moves, which was also the first time he had an intuitive feeling of the iron palm of the Iron Palm Gang. He could feel that most of these moves were concise and clear, the user's palms basically locked on the chest of the imaginary enemy to attack, and there was no very sharp killing, such as the special technique of locking the throat and attacking the throat, and the pace change was also monotonous, but he also faintly felt the confidence of the founder - where my palm attacks you is the place you will save, there is no need to attack the vital point at all.

Wang Xiaojun typed the contents of the seven pages twice, and by the third time, that is, 68 palms, he already felt very tired......

Originally, Wang Xiaojun was full of interest, he thought that it was a simple matter of time to get 90,000 palms a day, but he didn't think that this was also a matter of individual strength, after 68 palms, in addition to some soreness in his arm, the main thing was that his hands hurt! It might be better if you waved your hands at the air, but the wooden stake was as hard as iron, and it was not easy for anyone to slap it on the iron more than 60 times.

Wang Xiaojun decided to rest for a while, he rubbed his red palms and muttered: "Ninety thousand palms a day, I haven't even finished one thousandth." ”

Hu Tailai said inexplicably: "What 90,000 palms a day?" ”

"It's just a day's work." Wang Xiaojun was once again inspired, and immediately began the second round of applause.

The old man in the house looked into the yard while playing cards, and Uncle Li said, "The sun is playing in the west, what is this grandson stimulated?" ”

Uncle Zhang said: "Watching martial arts movies again, right?" ”

Xie Junjun stared at the cards in his hand and said: "How can there be any serious martial arts movies to watch after the 90s generation now, the books and movies of this club are invincible in the world if they eat the elixir of a divine beast, do you still expect them to practice snake-like tricks against wooden stakes?" ”

Uncle Wang glanced at him and said: "It's the same, the martial arts books you read are not all kinds of Ganoderma lucidum stalactites that will rise for one or two hundred years after eating, and it is a common ideal of human beings to get something without work!" ”

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Wang Xiaojun stopped and stopped, and when the sun was really westerly and the old men had gone home for dinner, he finally filled the first relatively complete number - 1000 palms. For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net