Zhang Zhen squeezed into the crowd and found that this was actually a stall for performing arts, the stall owner was a bald head, at least 1.9 meters tall, and the tendons and flesh all over his body looked strong and powerful.

Look at the sign of the stall again, which reads crookedly the words "broken boulder on the chest".

A boulder in the chest? Zhang Lu had seen the secret on the Internet before he crossed, the person was lying on the ground, covered with a boulder, and then let people hit the boulder with a hammer, the stone shattered and the person was fine, to put it bluntly, the power of the hammer is concentrated in one point, and the stone can disperse the power very well, and the acceleration of the stone is very small, and it will not cause any harm to the people below at all. Of course, if the person with the hammer is going to fight cattle across the mountains, that's a different story.

For this kind of performance, it can only deceive those people who love to watch the excitement, Zhang Ran really didn't feel it, he was just about to go out, but he saw this bald stall owner jumped to the courtyard wall along the street with a lift, only this light hand, so that Zhang Ran stopped.

The bald stall owner seemed to be exercising, and in just a few breaths, the tendon flesh of his whole body was actually larger at a speed visible to the naked eye, which made Zhang Lu take a breath of cool air.

As if ready, the bald stall owner jumped up again, flipped his head in the air and fell to the ground, he leaned back in a somewhat strange position, and finally landed first on his chest, and the large stone that had been prepared on the ground also cracked in response.

Zhang Lu was secretly surprised, where is this chest broken boulder, this is the damn big stone broken chest, if this is an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have died eight times.

The bald stall owner didn't seem to stop, and he jumped high again, this time with an exaggerated head down. The onlookers at the scene were so nervous that they didn't dare to breathe, and if they hit the stone with their heads, they would really open the scoop.

The scene only heard a crisp sound of "pop", the bald head had an intimate contact with the big stone, and the big stone shattered in response, but the bald stall owner got up, not to mention the wound on the head, not even a trace of abrasion.

Now Zhang Lu is no longer a novice in the rivers and lakes, even if he has not seen many types of kung fu, but he can more or less see some doorways, and this bald stall owner is tantamount to a strong horizontal practice of kung fu.

The bald stall owner exhaled a breath of turbidity, and the bulging muscles on his body immediately returned to their original appearance. He didn't seem to be good at words, and with a broken bowl in his hand, he began to ask for a tip in the crowd.

Although this year is already considered to be living and working in peace and contentment, but the ordinary people are not rich, even if they have some surplus money in hand, they are secretly saved in case of famine, so that the people can see the excitement, but when it comes to rewarding, few people give money.

The bald stall owner walked around the crowd for most of the time, and only gained three or five copper coins, but he was not angry, and continued to walk through the crowd until he stretched out the bowl to Zhang Yuan, who threw a silver or two directly into the bowl.

Directly rewarding with silver, this can no longer be described as generous, it can be said that it is inhumane, and the bald stall owner's face has finally changed.

He carefully put the silver into his arms, folded his hands, and said to Zhang Yuan, "Thank you, donor." ”

Donor? Zhang tilted his head and asked, "Are you a monk?" ”

The bald head first nodded, then shook his head, and said, "Poor monk Wu Peng, he is already vulgar. ”

Zhang Zhen said: "It's all vulgar, how can you still be a poor monk?" ”

Wu Peng said: "It has become a habit to recite the Buddha for many years. ”

Zhang Lu was puzzled and asked, "I'm used to it, why are you still vulgar?" ”

Wu Peng said: "The poor monk still has obsession in his heart, and he is not pure in the world. ”

Zhang Yan looked Wu Peng up and down, and said in his heart: Looking at your age, you must have liked someone's girl. Zhang Yan didn't say this, but just gave Wu Peng a look and said, "I understand, I understand." ”

Wu Peng is a question mark, you know? You know what, you know?

It's just that before Wu Peng could ask, Zhang Yuan patted Wu Peng's muscles again and asked, "Monk, what kind of martial arts is the horizontal kung fu you just used?" ”

Probably because Zhang Lu gave enough money, Wu Peng also replied tirelessly: "The Shaolin iron cloth shirt practiced by poor monks." ”

Zhang Lu's eyes flashed with starlight, "No wonder it's so powerful, it turns out to be a Shaolin exercise." Your exercises are powerful when you look at them, do you really want to make them big? ”

Wu Peng thought for a while and said, "As long as you cooperate with the corresponding exercises, where the internal force is distributed, it will appear larger." ”

I don't know if there are meridians there, whether the internal force can be distributed in the past, well, there should be, otherwise how can there be iron yin gong on the rivers and lakes? This kung fu is really dirty, but, I like it so much, if this kung fu is practiced, I must marry a few more daughters-in-law in the future, Zhang Yu thought, and looked at Wu Peng twice, no wonder this monk wants to be vulgar.

Zhang Zhen rubbed his hands, quite marketable, he looked left and right, and whispered: "Monk, can you give me this kung fu?" I'll give you some extra money. ”

Wu Peng shook his head and said: "Money is something outside the body, and it is unbearable to be vulgar, and the poor monk has returned to the vulgar, how can he teach Shaolin martial arts to others privately?" ”

Zhang Zhen couldn't help but slander: "If you don't teach, you won't teach, and what do you tell me that money is something outside the body, and it is unbearable?" Since you monk say so, why don't you return my one or two pieces of silver? ”

Wu Peng hurriedly clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, since the poor monk has returned to the vulgar, then the vulgar will be more vulgar." ”

After speaking, Wu Peng turned around and performed a somersault, choosing to leave, what kind of joke, the money is in hand, how can there be any reason to return it.

Zhang Yu snorted secretly, "This bald donkey! ”

"You two are really talking like chickens and ducks." But I don't know when, Zhao Shannan has already shaken the folding fan and stood on Zhang Yuan's side.

This sudden remark startled Zhang Yu, and he said: "People are scary and scared to death, do you know? You can't make a sound when you walk? ”

Zhao Shannan shook his head and said, "It's a pity, it's a pity." ”

Zhang Lu was puzzled, "What's the pity?" ”

Zhao Shannan looked at Wu Peng's distant figure and said, "This monk has taken a lot of money from me, but he has a dead end, I'm afraid he can't pay me back." ”

Zhang Zhen said: "You are really a charlatan, didn't you just say that people will win the day, the most important thing is to choose, just turn your head and say that the monk has a dead knot?" ”

Zhao Shannan shook the folding fan in his hand, "This monk has already been chosen." ”

Zhang Zhen doesn't want to pay attention to this charlatan, he has told you everything, isn't it all your reason?

Seeing that Zhang Lu didn't speak, Zhao Shannan spoke again: "Shaolin iron cloth shirt is indeed a good horizontal practice of kung fu, but the kind of effect you have in mind is not. ”

At the mention of this, Zhang Lu seemed to come to the spirit and said, "Oh? How so? ”

Zhao Shannan said: "How can the iron cloth shirt be so easy to practice, you need to practice the children's skills first, and then cultivate the internal strength, and then cooperate with the platoon skills to have the current effect of this monk." You can't practice in ten years. ”

Zhang Zhen calculated, now his body is about seventeen or eighteen years old, he has been practicing for ten years, and he is twenty-seven or eighteen, just enough to marry a few more daughters-in-law.

But who knew that Zhao Shannan changed his words and said: "The most important thing I forgot to say, Tongzigong is the foundation, if it is broken, resulting in the leakage of yang energy, this foundation will also be broken, and the ability of the iron cloth shirt will not be one in ten." ”

Zhang Lu cried with a sad face, "I instantly felt that this iron cloth shirt was not fragrant." ”

Zhao Shannan didn't say anything more, but shook his fan and left with a smile.