Of course, Boss Zhang will naturally suffer when he is idle.

The baby turtle was still basking in the sun on the stones, and a large hand directly covered its shell.

The familiar feeling of friction came again, making the little turtle silently stick out its head and take a look.

The turtle's eyes are full of helplessness about life.

Enjoying the sun?

Oh, maybe it's just everyday life with other turtles.

But for it, it is necessary to eat more every day to protect its turtle shell with sufficient nutrients.

Do you think it's willing to molt?

It's not like some things that aren't human beings every day, and they have to leak if they don't shed their shells!

Xiao Ah Liang was taken by Li Yang to buy a ticket at the entrance of the underground labyrinth.

For tourists, if they want to rub their heads, they must queue up to buy tickets.

But it's still the same sentence, it's all here, and the tickets are bought.

It's just a waste not to play.

According to the law of conservation of smiles, when a smile appears on Boss Zhang's face, there is always someone who wants to lose his smile.

Ping Xinyu looked at the underground labyrinth that was directly full, and countless swear words burst out of his throat directly.

Visitors are blissful, from entering the underground labyrinth to being sober in the morgue.

The muscular girl would put them on the cart, and the old monk would give them a superfluous passage with scriptures.

Boss Zhang even preserved one black history after another in the surveillance.

The afternoon was so short, and Boss Zhang didn't enjoy the happiness for long before the park closed.

Ping Xinyu threw the last round of tourists into the morgue and rubbed his slightly sore shoulders.

Looking at the underground labyrinth where there was finally no one, he directly smashed the bent board car with a punch.

Through this afternoon of study, Xiao Ah Liang has been able to skillfully sell tickets and accept the ravages of tourists.

Time is like Ping Xinyu's original figure, disappearing without a trace unconsciously.

Shaolin, which Boss Zhang was looking forward to, finally appeared in the amusement park early the next morning.

Looking at the little bald head in front of him, the old monk was full of worry.

"Are you sure you want to challenge that brute?"

The little bald head nodded vigorously: "Sure, the Eighteen Bronze People and the Martial Arts can no longer put pressure on me." ”

Zhang Bei stood behind the old monk, and a voice like a ghost came.

"What brute are you talking about?"

A sentence almost didn't let the wooden fish in the old monk's hand fly out.

"Old, boss, you, don't you walk without sound?"

"Go for a lap with the pendulum, there's nothing for you here."

The old monk opened his mouth, and countless mothers sold batches came to mind.

But in the end, he turned into a sigh, put away his wooden fish and walked into the abyss of hell.

Zhang Bei focused his gaze on the little bald head in front of him, and a sense of threat instantly surged into his heart.

"Have you ever been to Wumei?"

"I've been, I've seen your records, and I've come to you."

Wuming is a small circle in Huaxia, which can be regarded as a group of martial idiots established.

Some are similar to the Underground Black Fist, but with a difference.

Here you can challenge others to your heart's content and give full play to your strength.

In the later stage of Zhang Bei's boxing, he was taken there by his master to exercise.

But the group of people in Wuming may be extremely reluctant to admit that they have fought with Zhang Bei.

At the beginning, Boss Zhang had a rule for beating people, as long as he was in the ring, whoever lost would call Dad.

With his force value, he was stunned to win a hundred consecutive victories.

In other words, the group of people in Wuming are all his sons.

The little bald head obviously just went to Wuming not long ago, and I don't know where I heard about Boss Zhang's "heroic deeds", so I thought about coming to challenge.

"You know my rules?"

"Know, call dad if you lose."

Zhang Bei nodded, shook his neck and threw his coat onto the recliner.

"Come, let me see if the sons of Wuming have grown recently."

The little bald head took a deep breath, and a pair of eyes instantly became sharp.

"Shaolin, empty Zen, please advise!"

When the words fell, the little bald head rushed towards Boss Zhang with both hands in claws.

Zhang Bei squinted his eyes, assumed a Tai Chi posture, and took this powerful attack, and the muscles of his whole body instantly tensed.

The leg exerts force, the waist is the axis, condenses the strength to the shoulder, and then suddenly takes a step and crashes into the little bald head.

This is one of the national art moves, which belongs to the Eight Poles Collapse.

Boss Zhang rarely uses this kind of powerful attack now, and if he bursts out with all his strength.

If the body is not tough enough, it is very likely to be crippled instantly.

Of course, since the little monk had traveled thousands of miles to challenge Zhang Bei, he was naturally ready for everything.

Although Shaolin has lost some inheritance over the years, there are still things that should be there.

Although the golden bell jar is not as exaggerated as in the novel, the toughness of the body that has been polished since childhood is definitely beyond imagination.

Under the collision of spear and shield, Boss Zhang was calm, and the little monk took two steps back one after another, his face flushed.

Zhang Bei took two steps back to widen the distance, and raised his hands high, like an ape.

The little monk was angry and dantian, palmed his palm with one hand, and attacked Zhang Bei again.

……

The battle lasted for half an hour, and finally Boss Zhang turned around and blocked with a move, hitting the little monk in the chest and ending the competition.

Although he won the war, Zhang Bei also rarely gasped.

This little bald head is really too resistant to beating, and his external skills are outrageous.

His hands were numb, and he finally had to rely on Tai Chi to win.

As soon as the battle between the two stopped, Qingqing's broken gong sounded.

"Come on, this beast has no stamina!"

"Down with Boss Zhang and kidnap Xiao Aliang!"

"For the rise of tourists, our generation will see death as home!"

As far as the eye can see, more than 500 tourists are pouring in like a tide.

Qingqing's eyes containing humiliation stared closely at Zhang Bei's body.

Since Pingxinyu reported last night, there was news that Zhang Bei was going to fight with people today.

She kept contacting each other, and she had gathered more than 500 of them to completely defeat this beast today.

This is the best opportunity for the amusement park in its long history.

This is also the most likely time to bring down Zhang, Don't Be a Man, and North!

The little monk looked at the crowd rushing over and rubbed his chest.

"Want to help?"

The corners of Zhang Bei's mouth were raised and he grinned at the back of his head.

"No, stay on the sidelines."

The flinging stick was drawn in an instant, flashing with a black metallic luster, and in an instant, it began to make contact with the tourist's flesh.

The clash between the stick and the flesh, the screams were far more intense than ever.

After all, Boss Zhang had just fought with the little monk, and his strength control was not as fine as before.

It can be said that Qingqing did pick a good time.

It is a good time for tourists to feel the strength of half of Zhangbei.

Don't look at this as a dozen five hundred, but in fact, it is impossible for these five hundred people to hit Zhang Bei at the same time.