Zhou Wenqiang was very pleasantly surprised.

In addition to Wang Laoji's bone-setting medicine wine still staying in the system space, Wang Laoji's herbal tea recipe and twenty years of street fighting experience are directly integrated into his mind, the former is not available in this world, and fools can know that it is a weapon for making money in the future, and the latter is extremely practical.

All kinds of street fighting experience turned into his own use in an instant, with Zhou Wenqiang's physical fitness far beyond ordinary people, and now he is a street god of war.

And this is the experience that Wang Laoji has learned in countless street fights of life and death, compared with those famous and decent martial arts inheritance, it is obviously more practical, both good and evil, and it can be fought hard.

Especially with one hand flying bricks, in the future, it can become a 'little Zhou flying bricks, the example is not in vain', if you add a handful of three eight, Zhou Wenqiang feels that he can walk sideways in the rivers and lakes of Hong Kong Island!

When he looked at Wang Laoji again, Zhou Wenqiang's eyes were full of heat, and he felt that his hands were itching.

"Uh......"

Wang Laoji burped, glanced at Zhou Wenqiang with some vigilance, and always felt that this Zhou brother's eyes were a little unkind, as if he wanted to shoot his black bricks.

Even Lei Luo didn't feel right, Ah Qiang was still fine just now, why was Wang Laoji's eyes a little fierce at this time?

"Brother Zhou, my Wang Laoji is a rough person, is it not good to drink and eat, which makes you dissatisfied?

Pounce on your grandmother, it must be that the cook is lazy today, I said that it tastes wrong! ”

The cook can be unjustly killed, it's like snowfall in June.

"Brother Ji misunderstood, the wine is good, the food is good, I am very satisfied.

It's just that when I heard Brother Ji talk about his glorious deeds just now, my brother and I yearn for it very much, and I don't feel that my hands are a little itchy......"

Since coming to this world, Zhou Wenqiang has not encountered a real master, and now he has obtained Wang Laoji's twenty years of street fighting experience, and he is unconsciously affected by Wang Laoji's aggressive personality, where can he endure it?

Any kind of wine and delicacies are not as enjoyable as having a fight with Wang Laoji.

What's more, in the system interface, he already has one more skill: Street Fighting Master, which can be upgraded, and the experience progress is 0/5000.

According to the system description, to upgrade this skill, you need to learn from the master frequently to get special upgrade skill points.

So no matter what, he has to fight Wang Laoji today.

"Ugh."

Wang Laoji was stunned again, and said in his heart that you yearn for it, what is your itchy hand?

Suddenly there was a sense of foreboding.

"Brother Ji, I usually love fighting skills the most, when I was in the poor school, my fighting results were the first, but it's a pity that including the instructor, there is no master like Brother Ji!

Today, with the help of wine, I want to ask Brother Ji for a lesson or two, and fight! ”

"What, you're going to challenge me?"

Wang Laoji was stunned, he valued Zhou Wenqiang as young and responsible, and he was ruthless enough, he was a man, but he didn't think that Zhou Wenqiang would be his opponent.

When Zhou Wen beat Liu He violently, he did show a certain strength, but in his opinion, it was barely the strength of the red stick, and it was still very far away from him.

After all, it's young, and when you drink two or two wines, you don't know how thick the sky is?

It seems that I, Wang Laoji, want to help this little brother sober up, so that he will not suffer a big loss in the future.

Brother Shi and several other Teochew Gang red sticks and straw sandals who were sitting on the side also looked at Zhou Wenqiang in shock, and secretly admired in their hearts, this Zhou sir is really very courageous, it is estimated that he has the kung fu to carry the beating with one hand?

Lei Luo quietly pulled the corner of Zhou Wenqiang's clothes, and said in a low voice: "Ah Qiang, are you crazy?"

Although you are very strong, that is Wang Laoji, the invincible Wang Laoji with an iron fist! You're going to get beaten......"

Zhou Wenqiang didn't seem to hear Lei Luo's words, and got up and hugged his fists: "Brother Ji, it's not a challenge, it's a competition between friends, how about it?" ”

Wang Laoji laughed, and also stood up and said: "Okay, good, it's been a long time since I've seen such a bold young man as Brother Zhou, it's not convenient to do it here, let's go to the rooftop!" ”

Hong Kong Island has few people and every inch of land, even in this era, so the development of rooftops has become a major feature of Hong Kong Island.

The roof of Wanglaoji's tenement building is also very well repaired, with a one-person high cement guardrail on all sides, a variety of flowers and plants, stone tables and stone benches, and a vacant space of more than 1,000 feet in the middle, which is paved with fine sand, which can reduce the injury suffered by the human body after falling.

Wang Laoji changed into loose practice clothes, while Zhou Wenqiang took off his short windbreaker and wore a shirt and suspenders, both of which were clean and neat.

The Red Sticks, Straw Shoes, and Lei Luo stood around this small martial arts arena and watched.

Brother Shi and others were betting on whether Zhou Wenqiang could support the three moves under Wang Laoji, while Lei Luo was considering whether to rush out to stop this 'dangerous' competition when Zhou Wenqiang was in danger.

Wang Laoji's name is too loud, it is an invincible opponent in Hong Kong and Kowloon, and no one will be optimistic about Zhou Wenqiang.

"Brother Zhou, please, I'll let you make three moves first!"

"Then you're welcome, Brother Ji, watch the boxing!"

Rumble!

Zhou Wenqiang suddenly started, his body was like a cannonball that accelerated to the limit, and when the words fell, the person had already arrived in front of Wang Laoji, and countless fine sand wafted behind him, like a yellow dragon wrapped in it.

Without any flowers, straight punches, directly slammed into Wang Laoji's door.

Hit someone, slap in the face!

Wang Laoji's pupils were wide open.

Pounce on your mother, this guy hid his selfishness before!

This punch of his own, regardless of speed, strength, and angle, is at least three times stronger than when he hit Liu He.

Twenty years of experience in street fighting, naturally including a variety of power skills, Zhou Wenqiang also really exerted his super physical fitness.

The fist wind pressed on Wang Laoji's face, as if it was a wind knife in the cold land of the north, making him breathe a little hard.

Originally, Wang Laoji still thought of relying on dodging or using various unloading techniques to 'let' Zhou Wenqiang make three moves, and then find an opportunity to fall this kid on a big horse to end this competition, but now it seems that it is impossible to pounce on his mother.

Where do you dare to have half a point of strength, Wang Laoji roared, his iron fist was in the air, and he fisted against Zhou Wenqiang!

One punch, two punches...... Ten punches!

The two of them punched ten times in a row in an instant, and the speed was so fast that they brought up the phantom!

No one can interject a move, let alone fight.

Because the other party is too fast, a little careful, the dough has to be beaten!

"Bang bang bang!"

After ten punches, the two of them retreated half a step back, breathed and breathed, and then glanced at each other, turned into two gray shadows and rushed towards each other, and in an instant, they exchanged hundreds of moves like a marquee, and they couldn't hold each other for a while!

Wang Laoji, who is known as the invincible Iron Fist, can't even beat Zhou Wenqiang in more than 100 moves!