Taking advantage of Song Xianxian's knife, Su Wei asked someone for some snacks.

Those who practice martial arts have a lot of food, and there is a competition this afternoon, and many people have prepared high-energy food.

In the open space, the camera position has been adjusted.

Su Wei was empty-handed, and his opponent was Song Xianxian, who was holding a steel gun.

Although it is not possible to practice "Finish Not Break" for the time being, everyone wants to see if the legendary martial arts, which can resist heat weapons without being injured, are really so invulnerable.

"Director Su, are you ready? I'm going to stab! ”

"Come on!"

Song Xianfeng hesitated, but after all, he didn't dare to use all his strength at the beginning, but cautiously stabbed Su Wei in the shoulder.

This thing in his hand is metal, a steel knife that has been sharpened.

Steel knives only jam bones, and I haven't heard of cutting meat!

No matter how outrageous your ancient martial arts are, you have to have a degree.

As we all know, when many people pretend to be forced in front of others, they can't help but exaggerate and explain things in an outrageous direction.

Even though Song Xianfeng was very convinced of Su Wei's strength, he still didn't dare to take it lightly.

In case Director Su couldn't help but brag because he was set up by everyone, if Song Xianfeng really stabbed him, it wouldn't be able to end.

As a martial arts master, as soon as Song Xianfeng raised his hand, Su Wei knew whether he was working hard or not.

The steel knife poked was not the point, and Su Wei had no bottom in his heart, Song Xianfeng was willing to accompany him to try the details of "Finish Not Broken", Su Wei was naturally very welcome.

Secretly urging fifty years of internal force, according to the way of unbreakable exercises, interwoven into a dense network of internal force in the body.

At the moment when the blade was approaching, the martial arts attainments of the Dacheng level fully played its due role.

At that moment, as if he had experienced thousands of drills, Su Wei subconsciously adjusted the operation of the internal force.

The energy in the body flowed wildly in a specific way, and the muscles of the shoulder unconsciously contracted and solid, in the eyes of others, it was as if Su Wei had taken the initiative to crash into the steel knife.

The moment the sword made contact with the skin, a strange ripple of water rippled on Su Wei's shoulder.

only heard a muffled sound of "poof", and after the blade slashed through Su Wei's shoulder for half an inch, it was suddenly bounced to the side by the force of the shock.

The force angle of the steel gun in his hand suddenly changed, which was reflected in Song Xianxian's body, which was a little unstable.

Song Xianxian's heart was shocked.

This is still the result of his strength, if it is a battle of life and death, this move will already be decided for life and death.

This! Is it the strength of Su's family heirlooms?

Is this special code or martial arts?

"Hard! Didn't you eat? ”

The things given by Yan Ling are not used in actual combat, Su Wei really doesn't know how strong he is.

With just one blow, Su Wei knew that he had thought of it.

Compared to humans, thermal weapons are stronger in that they are completely straight point blasts.

This kind of rough accumulation of energy is completely unreasonable for a martial artist.

To explain it in terms of martial arts, the thing of thermal weapons is called "one force to ten meetings".

But Song Xianxian's salted fish spike did not have this effect.

Once it is touched by the power of the person, this bayonet is completely lethal to Su Wei.

An old monster with fifty years of internal strength and a complete body protection technique, if you let a fledgling hairy child with three years of internal strength stab him bleeding......

This scene is an extremely explosive existence in martial arts.

Internal force is crushed, exercises are crushed, combat experience is crushed, and even the mentality is crushed.

It's a completely unequal battle.

Su Wei thought he was testing the ceiling of "Unbreakable", but in fact it was just a game of cat and mouse.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, Su Wei put his hands behind his back and stood upright.

And Song Xianxian, who was holding a steel knife in his hand, slashed and stabbed, attacked from various angles, and was tired and panting.

In addition to poking Su Wei's casual clothes into tatters, let alone seeing blood, Su Wei couldn't even find a white mark on his body.

Just when Song Xianfeng felt that he was physically unable to break through Su Wei's defense and was about to swing, Su Wei, who had been hanging up for a long time, suddenly began to counterattack.

The hands that were originally behind their backs suddenly burst out, and an afterimage crossed in front of everyone's eyes, Song Xianfeng only felt that his hand was light, and the steel gun was in Su Wei's hand.

The butt of the gun fell to the ground, Su Wei put his palms together, and the blade of the steel knife was sandwiched between his palms.

There was only a loud shout, and then there was a crisp sound, and the steel knife cast by the alloy broke in two.

Hey guys, is this a post-match interview?

This is clearly putting aside this movie!

The hissing sound of inhalation from the audience was endless, and Song Xianfeng looked at the broken blade in Su Wei's hand in a daze, and finally couldn't help asking:

"Instructor Su, can you give me the right words, how long do we have to practice to get to your level."

Su Wei is now in his early twenties, even if he starts cultivating in his mother's womb, it will only be twenty years, right?

Everyone knows that there are geniuses in this world, but when this kind of rare genius for thousands of years really stands in front of him, he can't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

"Hehe, martial arts may also depend on talent. I can only tell you that I have at least eighty years of internal strength now, and it is a piece of cake to destroy gold and iron with my bare hands. As for how long it will take you to get to my point, I'm really hard to say. In my experience, the closer you get to the upper limit of martial arts, the more talent you need. ”

After that, Su Wei narrowed his eyes and subconsciously checked the completion of Yan Linger:

[Yan Ling 2: "I am a martial arts master, with eighty years of internal strength, I can destroy gold and iron with my bare hands. ”； Current Trust: 63.15%】

This is just over 60 percent?

The broken blade landed on the concrete floor with a clanging sound, indicating its strength.

Whether it was off the field, in or at the other gathering points in the camp, it was all boiling.

With his hands behind his back again, Su Wei pinched his finger bones boredly, a little melancholy.

This is a volley again, and it is invulnerable. The performance is so hard, but any audience with brains has to believe in their own evil, right?

However, this was not done on the spot.

In this way, it should be that these more than 30,000 audiences can no longer meet the needs of the spirit.

Su Wei felt a chill in his heart.

In proportion, is the trust required for 80 years of internal strength close to 50,000?

How many people believe in that special gene medicine? What about Reiki revival? How much trust does the Xianxia chapter get?

Do you want eternal life?

Tut! This road is indeed a long way to go.

Everyone in the audience was a little confused because of Su Wei's blow, Song Xianfeng came to Su Wei and asked quietly:

"Instructor Su, you are obviously so strong, why have you never heard of it?"

"Ahem, actually, I'm pretty low-key. If people everywhere say how good I am, then don't you think I'm frivolous? ”

"Uh-huh! That's the reason! Song Xianxian's head is like a chicken pecking rice.

What squad leader Wang said is really right, Su Gui pretended to be forced to talk about pomp!

There aren't enough people, and he's too lazy to pretend to show you!

(End of chapter)