Xiao Shami kept boiling the decoction over a warm fire, and he looked more dedicated than honoring his own Lao Tzu, and he didn't want to be the next Xue Taisui lying in the barrel.

Xue Taisui lay in the barrel and kept thinking, this great lama's kung fu is really superb, and he has only seen it in his life.

No matter what sword cultivation, martial arts cultivation, or law cultivation you have, who can be the enemy of this steel-solid body?

Most of them were broken bones and tendons by his punches and kicks.

But how can ordinary people practice such a steel body?

He was thinking to himself, when the great lama strode in again, constantly flipping through an old book with yellowed fur in his hand, and threw it to Xue Taisui:

"Take a good look, this is the introductory kung fu of this course, you only have one night's work, if you haven't learned it during the day, you will probably let me beat you to death next time."

Xue Taisui leaned back in the bathtub, picked up the book and looked at the three big characters of "iron cloth shirt".

Hurriedly opened it, just look at the formula:

Loosen the neck and shake the head of the Tianzhutong, turn the fingers and rotate the wrist liver and lungs, stretch the arms and shoulder to benefit the knots, turn the waist sideways to strengthen the kidney skills, cross the waist and swing the crotch to regulate the spleen and stomach, and shake the hands and legs easily.

At this moment, he had been healed by the potion, and walked a few stakes of iron cloth shirts according to the mantra and pattern.

Suddenly, my heart moved, it turned out that this iron cloth shirt didn't need true qi or vitality, and it didn't even need aura, but just a reasonable combination of skeletal muscles around the body, so that the body was as hard as iron, and it was good at avoiding knives and guns.

He vaguely knew why Master Pei Huai sent him here, it turned out that he didn't need to use his muscles and veins, and he could still practice his skills.

At this moment, he hurriedly cultivated.

He already has the blood of Kunpeng, the eye of aurora, and is extremely talented in martial arts, plus there is a big lama outside who is struggling with him, if he doesn't cultivate well, I'm afraid that tomorrow will be even worse.

In the morning, breakfast is still in charge of Xue Taisui, and he makes fried steamed bread slices.

Cut the leftover steamed buns from last night into slices of equal size, put them on a plate for later use, then take half a bowl of water, add a little salt, and stir well.

Then dip the sliced steamed bread slices in water on both sides, pour in the eggs, and stir well.

Then put the steamed bread slices just now into the egg mixture, wrap it in a thin layer of egg liquid, and then you can start frying, wrap the steamed bread slices with egg liquid, preheat the pan over low heat, pour in an appropriate amount of peanut oil, when the oil temperature is heated to sixty percent, put the steamed bread slices into the pot one by one, and fry them over medium heat.

The little novice on the side was already overflowing with greedy saliva, and suddenly the door opened, and the great lama Kumara Hou rushed in.

A pair of strange eyes looked at the steamed bread slices in the oil pot, and couldn't help but say, the big hands actually went directly down to the oil pot to fish, and after a while, the twelve steamed bread slices were fished out one by one and sent directly to the mouth to chew:

"You want it, you have to get it, you stupid kung fu is commonplace, this cooking method is hard to get."

Xue Taisui was already stunned, are these hands still flesh and blood? It is unbelievable that it can be directly put into the oil pot.

The big lama glanced at Xue Taisui, "Huh", and then said with a strange smile:

"Your kid's qualifications are okay, you have practiced the iron cloth shirt in one night, it seems that you are not stupid to death, and you can take a few more tricks from the Sprinkle family today."

Xue Taisui knew that there was no way to avoid it, so he simply poured a spoonful of boiling oil directly on the top of the great lama's head.

The big lama still didn't dodge, wiped his head smooth and shiny, and laughed: "Okay, good, really awake." ”

Xue Taisui didn't wait for the big lama to come to his senses, and the iron chain in his hand relied on the length to take the lead in attacking the big lama's eyes, but in fact, he was hiding a back move.

The Great Lama smiled:

"It's still sneaky, although you have practiced into an iron cloth shirt, in the end you only have its shape, and you don't have its god, take me the Vajra Demon Style."

Before the words fell, the great lama pulled a posture, raised his left fist at his temple, lowered his elbow with his right hand, and took advantage of the situation to make a vajra lift.

The two were four or five meters apart, and Xue Taisui saw dozens of golden fists in front of him hitting one by one.

The big lama had the intention to practice, and he was unhappy at first, but no matter how Xue Taisui dodged, he was always blocked by the fist, and he didn't fall with a punch, and he was hit by all the moves.

After a few punches, the sound was like an iron pestle hitting a gong.

The back was already as big as a mountain, rushing like electricity, and the fifth punch was hitting the front chest.

With a "bang", Xue Taisui felt that his breathing was stagnant, and then his fists collided in his body, wave after wave, Xue Taisui's internal organs were all shocked, and he fell to the ground spitting blood, unconscious.

I vaguely heard the voice of the big lama in my ear: "Ouch, this won't work, it's not pretending to be dead to fight back, right?"

It doesn't matter, the thirteen blows of the Sprinkle family are higher than a while, the punch strength is superimposed, and a punch contains thousands of punching skills, which is the way to simplify the complex, as long as you punch it, it is enough for you to take care of your internal organs for four or five days.

Little novice, drag your senior brother to the bathtub quickly, he can't get up tomorrow, I'll give you a punch in the head. ”

Where did the little novice dare to slack off, he hurriedly acted according to his words, and he couldn't eat the steamed bread slices.

There was also a loud voice of admiration behind him: "Bai has grown a big man, if he learns to cook, wouldn't he have already excelled, and he won't be useful, phew." Well, it's fragrant, it's delicious. ”

[The story is good, thank you for the collection]