On a sunny morning, in a small courtyard in the backyard of the Jingwu Society, Yang Qi stood upside down with his arms on the ground. And what he has to do is not just a handstand, Uncle Tang drew a lot of large and small circles on the ground, which is the kind used by children to play hopscotch. And now, Yang Qi is going to play handstand again.

"You're playing with yours, I'll keep talking about mine. Uncle Tang sat in the rocking chair and said leisurely: "Have you ever heard of a book, which was published not long ago, called the Travels of the Old Remnant." ”

"Huh?" Yang Qi, who stood upside down, panted and cow, with a red neck and a rough face and sweaty: "Brain-dead travels?

"It's the 'old' remnant's travels......" Uncle Tang had a slight black line on his forehead, and pinched a stone in his hand: "Question, in the old remnant's travels, a special description method has been used many times: the picture is used to describe the sound, and the touch is used to describe the taste, what is this description method called?"

"Are you ......" Yang Qi reluctantly jumped up with his arms, staggered and fell into the next circle, panting and gritting his teeth: "You are obviously a physical education teacher, are you going to change careers and start teaching Chinese now?"

Uncle Tang closed the book, looked at Yang Qi who was dead, sighed, and shook his head as if it were rotten wood: "I'm too lazy to smash you......"

"Hey, what's the matter with your look of giving up on treatment? Don't give up, uncle!"

"Well, since you said so, the answer is wrong!" swished out a stone and smashed Yang Qi with a scream, and Uncle Tang calmly announced the answer: "Correct answer: synaesthesia." Then Uncle Tang stood up and said: "Synaesthesia is not only a literary rhetoric, but also exists in martial arts. ”

"You mean to say, see with your ears and smell with your eyes?"

"Pretty much. ”

"It's not called kung fu - it's called a monster. ”

"In short, you should remember first, when the five senses of a person are exerted to the limit, you can try to connect the five senses together. Once you can really achieve the same five senses," Uncle Tang smiled slightly: "Then it's really like a monster." ”

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The veteran punched him in the chest, and Yang Qi was shocked by the words "Mr. Tang Da", and he couldn't dodge it for a while. At the critical moment, Yang Qi blocked the vertical knife, and with a snap, the entire Oriental knife was broken, and the fist continued to hit.

Yang Qi raised his arms, and his soft strength exploded, like a vine wrapping around the veteran's fists and arms, and then blocking the veteran's heavy punch. Squeaked, bones screamed, muscles and flesh tightened, and the huge force of the heavy punch was difficult to unload, hitting Yang Qi on the chest.

With a click, Yang Qi's sternum and ribs rattled in unison, not broken, but sunken down the moment they touched the veteran's fist, like a spring bed net, flexible and amazingly elastic. At the same time, move your feet back and use the movement of your body to gain cushioning distance.

It can be said that in this short moment, Yang Qi has done everything he can, and his reflexes are indeed amazing. However, the strength of the veteran was as high as more than six layers of the Dragon Elephant Gong, and even if Yang Qi reacted like this, he still couldn't completely unload it. Well, Yang Qi flew out, looking like he was knocked away, but in fact, it was more similar to being "pushed" to fly, avoiding the huge damage at the first moment of impact.

Bang, Yang Qi smashed on the iron box, breaking through the iron sheet that was not thick. The moment he touched the iron box, Yang Qi's back muscles naturally had subtle changes, so he didn't break his bones. But the viscera still vibrated and dizzy, and he was cut all over his body by the sharp iron section. For a while, Yang Qi was difficult to regain his breath and entered a state of hard stunning.

After all, the sixth layer of Dragon Elephant Gong is even more important to the third layer than the third layer is to ordinary people. If Yang Qi attacks ordinary people with all his strength when he is in the third layer of Dragon Elephant Gong, it is the norm to kill with one hit, and there will be ghosts if he doesn't KO with one hit. Now, Yang Qi received a punch head-on without serious injury, which is already the highest embodiment of kung fu.

Even so, if the veteran pursues another punch, Yang Qi will definitely be more than lucky.

At this moment, the elevator leading to the rooftop suddenly opened, and a dozen or so people rushed out of it, none other than Jonathan and bullet marks. "Hey big guy, look this way!" Jonathan smirked and pulled the trigger in his hand, "Let's/Rock!"

Teng, the gun in Jonathan's hand fired. It's a very exaggerated gun, mounted on a cart, with a huge body and four extra-long barrels, like a miniature version of the space defense cannon in a science fiction movie. With each shot, the barrel is retracted by the force of the shock, and then rebounds before the next shot can be fired. The four barrels of the guns were like four cannons, erupting one after the other with a scorching stream of bullets.

In an instant, the ferocious bullet tore open all the distribution boxes that stood in the way, tearing off a piece of flesh from the veteran's body. "Haha, this thing is so cool!" Jonathan had a twinkle in his eyes.

The veteran roared in pain and jumped to this side. The bullet marks immediately began to act, and the two men pushed the cart and quickly ran away, firing as they ran. The other two men pulled out a special cylindrical weapon and pulled the trigger on the veteran in mid-air. Bang, instead of bullets, two large nets were shot out of the cylinder, and the large nets wrapped the veteran heavily, and then there was a crackling electric sound and sporadic electric sparks. The veteran was slightly stopped and fell to the ground. Reaching out and grabbing the mesh, he tore the net to pieces with a stabbing sound, and was about to pursue, but saw two other weapons aimed at him.

Whoosh, two chains flew out. To describe it, it resembles the nebula chain of Andromeda in Saint Seiya, ending in a huge cone-shaped spike that poofs twice on the veteran's body. And the other end of the chain turned out to be firing, grabbing the floor like a hook, firmly holding the veteran. "Roar!" the veteran roared, tugging at a chain and pulling out a large piece of the floor with a clatter. Just as he was about to pull open the other, the man who saw bullet marks resisted two large cylinders, which were densely covered with small cells like beehives.

The leader of the bullet marks pulled the trigger, and in an instant, countless fires flew out like rain, crashing into the veteran's body in the blink of an eye. Boom, continuous explosions rang out, and fierce flames swept in all directions, so that everyone in the distance couldn't help but cover and dodge. "I am immortal!" the huge figure stepped out of the flames, the dripping scars healed as they walked, and the veteran rushed towards everyone with a kick under his feet.

"Spread out, fight as planned!" In the blink of an eye, gunfire erupted and a battle erupted.

When the bullet marks were exchanged with the veterans, in the cracked iron box, Yang Qi turned over with difficulty. "Uncle Tang......" Yang Qi gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, and his expression changed from disbelief, to sadness, to grief, to anger, and finally to determination. With a bang, Yang Qi reached out and grabbed the shattered edge of the iron box, and stood up from the fragments and rubble. Looking at the unstoppable veteran who was coming and going under the siege of bullet marks, Yang Qi took out a piece of meat, threw it into his mouth, chewed, swallowed, and then flew up!

Braving the heavy rain of bullets, ignoring the flames of the explosion, Yang Qi even had violent green tendons on his face, and in the silent roar, Yang Qi's spirit was unprecedentedly concentrated. The world around us has never been slower and clearer than ever. Sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, the five senses that humans are born with are like five fingers stretched out individually, and now, the five fingers are clenched and formed into a strong fist.

In the gap between rage and tranquility, Yang Qi found a strange point. Uncle Tang's former teachings flowed through my heart in every detail. "The master is not a good kick", "the weak and strong are in the lower game", "the earth is the source of strength"...... A dagger appeared in Yang Qi's hand, and in the blink of an eye, it was inserted into the veteran's Achilles tendon.

The veteran roared and stomped his feet, and the ground was trampled, but Yang Qi was like a phantom, flashing a panicked stampede, and at the same time, the dagger in his hand turned into a flowing light, cutting out wounds on the veteran's legs and feet. Both the bullet man and Jonathan were stunned, and in an extremely dangerous situation, Yang Qi danced like a forgetful dancer.