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On the second day of February this year, there were a total of 46 companies competing for the leading position, and the longest winning streak was only eight wins for the main player. Compared with Zhang Ben's sweeping of forty games, it is simply drizzle.

In fact, any acupuncture point is a fatal acupuncture point, but it is a pity that the requirements for finger power are high and the requirements are so harsh, which is really not something that Zhang Ben can cope with at this moment.

If all your energy is spent on this, it is better to have a hard time.

In the on-the-spot duel, if the concentration is reduced, no one can win so far. The most typical example is the battle between boxing champion Tyson and Holyfield, Tyson's attention was distracted by Holyfield's rogue play, and he was extremely angry, and finally lost.

The same case in the world of martial arts is also true for martial arts masters.

It is often said that the difference in strength is one point, half a chip, three points, and this is not more in the body's on-the-spot reaction and strength, but in the performance on the spot.

Mental activity also accounts for a large part.

Those seven acupuncture points are the seven fatal acupuncture points on the front of the human torso, if the finger force penetrates directly, the internal organs will definitely suffer heavy damage, but after repeated battles, although Zhang Ben's finger power can meet the requirements, but his physical strength is not enough to cope with a more protracted battle.

That's why I chose this kind of way to extend the time and calm the qi and blood.

This is also why the big shopkeeper will praise Zhang Benbu for a good and exquisite game.

Spit out the blood in his mouth, Zhang Ben's left eye began to swell purple, and the heavy damage on his body was very terrifying.

ripped off the bandage on Li Zhen's waist, wrapped it around the bullet hole, and after tightening it, in the shocked eyes of everyone who almost wanted to vomit, he directly tore the muscle and pulled the bullet out.

There are not a few people who vomit, but Zhang Ben didn't even snort, but wrapped the wound with brute force with an expressionless face, this cruel method of cutting off the flow of blood made all the bigwigs stunned.

"It's still not human?"

"Is that arm still your own?"

……

The crowd exclaimed.

Zhang Ben tried to control his right arm, moved it, it was not so heavy, the bullet was not stuck in the flesh and bone joint, at least this arm could still be used.

was hit twice in a row by Li Zhen, if it weren't for his strong body and bones, I am afraid that he would really not be able to withstand two blows.

"It's so fucking ruthless!"

"Monster! This guy is a monster! ”

Even if it is Huang Shilang, in his eyes, this is beyond the scope of normal humans, this is clearly a humanoid tyrannosaurus and a self-propelled monster. How can anyone feel nothing about self-harm? How can this be a normal human?

At the same time, on the great plateau in southern Tibet, Zhang Yaozu ignited the gunpowder on his left arm, and with a bang, a flame jumped up, and he bit the towel in his mouth directly.

A big lama in red next to him handed over a bottle of liquor, he glanced at it, and it turned out to be drunk, and the angry lama stomped his feet and scolded in Tibetan there.

"Buddha, take it." From his waist, he took out ten lion silver dollars, three coins of silver. Although the great lama was scolding, he was very quick with his hands and feet, and received the silver dollar into his arms.

Just five or six meters away from the bonfire, three off-road vehicles stopped with their lights on, and more than 20 people died on the ground, all armed with long guns and short guns.

There were also various animal fur heads in the car, and these people were poachers.

Zhang Yaozu was originally driving a car and Xialu Temple Protector Vajra Dorjee was going around outside, but he didn't expect to meet this group of vicious guys, and before he could speak, the other party had two shuttle rifle bullets, and Zhang Yaozu scolded his mother and picked up a handful of five or six and did it with them.

Dorjee is also brave, and he actually gave Zhang Yaozu the car, you must know that this King Kong Buddha has only sat in the car twice, and the steering wheel is like an earthworm, screaming.

But Zhang Yaozu only used three of his six magazines, and he cooked these grandsons.

Seventy or eighty Tibetans came from the Xialu Monastery, both men and women, men on horses wrapped in furs, muttering in unintelligible dialects, and the women were laughing and picking up things, and then some old men were there pointing to animal skins and stomping their feet and scolding.

Then a litter of people was talking to Zhang Yaozu there, if it weren't for Dorjee translating next to him, I really didn't know that they were actually thanking him.

A few young men rode fast horses to the army barracks to report, and this matter was definitely not trivial.

Zhang Yaozu took a cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes, looked at a group of little guys with red faces, touched his jacket pocket, and actually found two packs of emergency chocolates by him.

Looking at those little children who snatched the chocolate and then looked at him from a distance, Zhang Yaozu laughed, touched the head of the board, and sighed: "Mother, I don't know what happened to the little cub at home!" ”

Dorjee and Zhang Yaozu sat together, they also met more than ten years ago, when Zhang Yaozu led soldiers to expel a batch of faceless pickled goods.

Vajra took out a pair of reading glasses, then pulled out a beautifully printed Tibetan scripture book, and looked at it with taste.

"Buddha, do you say that if I die, will I go to hell?"

Zhang Yaozu asked.

"Definitely." Dorjee said without raising his head.

"!"

Spit to the side and cursed secretly, Zhang Yaozu extinguished the cigarette butt, looked at the most blue sky in the world, the whole person lay back, and whispered: "My Lao Tzu, and me, are all going to hell, there are so many people killed, and there are too many to count." I just want to let my little cub in my family not go our way, there are many people killed, and there are many debts. ”

"Kill when you should kill." Dorjee said again.

The Great Lama of King Kong looked very calm, closed the scriptures, then put it in his arms, and turned his head to look at Zhang Yaozu: "I have only heard you talk about your father, your son, but I have not seen it. What kind of heroes do you Han people say? ”

"The hero is my Lao Tzu, my little cub is an egg." Zhang Yaozu rolled his eyelids and said.

Then he took out a cowhide wallet from his pocket, which had been sharpened out, shook it twice, and dropped a photo.

There were several men standing on it, and in the center stood an old man in a green military uniform, it was Zhang Sanxian, his hands were pressed together on the outside of his trouser legs, his expression was nervous, and the old man was most afraid of taking pictures.

On the left, there is a Sven man, dressed in a suit, but also with a strong figure, it is Zhang Yaozu's eldest son, Zhang Mingtang, with a divine gaze and a full heavenly court. On the right is Zhang Yaozu, dressed in an officer uniform, with burning eyes and extremely sharp. Next to Zhang Mingtang was Zhang Xiaoqi, dressed in a black shirt, with ridiculously short hair, looking at the front with a smile, muscular.

Zhang Yaozu pointed to the little cub in the photo, did not smile, stared at the front with his eyes like a tiger and a leopard, and chuckled: "This is my son." What do you think? ”

Zhang Ben in the photo is still very young, holding a chain in his hand, leading a big wolf green, and the big dog is honestly lying at his feet, also looking ahead.

It's such a family, a photo, with a tough atmosphere.

Dorjee took a closer look and asked, "Let your son come over and be the Dharma Protector Vajra!" ”

". He was the second scholar in our family. I only went to college this year. Zhang Yaozu was proud: "I can't see it, hehe, the machine we will use in the future is made by my son." ”

He happily took out another cigarette, the wound on his arm was black and bleeding, he ignored it, and held the cigarette, his eyes were a little red.

Dorjee smiled: "If the snow doesn't fall on the top of the high mountain, it won't shine." ”

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