Just as Li Bingyang was about to make a move, a siren suddenly sounded. Cheng Erniu and the gangsters were slightly stunned, and then rushed out with lightning speed.

"Count your stinky boy lucky today, that report, nosy doesn't want to live!"

While saying cruel words, he rode a motorcycle and left.

"I'm a staff member of the patrol room of Jiaozuo Yamen, and some people have reported that you are suspected of gathering a crowd to make trouble!

A group of patrols soon came and asked Li Bingyang about the situation, and when they saw Cheng Erniu leave, they didn't pursue.

"Thank you, uncle, I'm fine! Thank you for your help. Li Bingyang said thank you to the people around him.

The uncle who was dragged away didn't know when he slipped out again: "Don't thank me, don't thank me." But it's not like you dolls, we practiced boxing and practiced functions very well at that time, and when I was a soldier, I practiced martial arts, and I didn't take a high look! Where is it like you now, a mouth is a somersault, and the shelf doesn't spend. Shame on you!"

The patrol next to him saw that everyone was fine, and asked who called the police, and sure enough, it was this old man.

The old man is older, so he likes to talk, and after talking for a while, the patrol became a little impatient, and he slipped away when he found an opportunity: "Young man, thank your uncle and talk to your uncle." ”

Li Bingyang, who was left aside, couldn't cry or laugh: "Uncle, you are old this year, and you used to practice martial arts!"

"It's not a master, it's not a master, it's a master!" the old man waved his hand modestly, obviously not hearing what Li Bingyang asked.

"You have to fight if you should fight, and you don't have to be polite to this kind of person who disturbs the peace. You have to practice to make a name for yourself, or you will be embarrassed. ”

The old man was talking energetically, when suddenly his eyes flickered, and he saw the old lady interspersed in the crowd, and he looked up at the sky again: "I, I have something to deal with." Let's have time to talk. ”

"You are an old immortal, if you don't go back to cook for the old lady, what are you talking about!" the old lady's voice was full of anger.

The old man saw that he couldn't run away, so he turned his head and bought Li Bingyang: "Look, I'll just say that we can't talk about it, I have to go back and cook for my wife quickly, you see you have to talk to me." ”

Li Bingyang was not only caught off guard by showing off a handful of dog food, but also an inexplicable black pot was thrown on his head again, this old man has become a sperm, it is simply amazing.

It's so easy to say, I'm afraid it's not the first time or the second time.

"Uncle, I misunderstood you, go over quickly!" Li Bingyang smiled bitterly.

"Yes, if you have time to practice martial arts, don't lose our older generation!" The old man waved his hand and looked at Li Bingyang reluctantly.

"It's time to practice hard!" Li Bingyang muttered to himself, looking at the wreckage of the mobile phone on the ground.

He picked up the mobile phone card, helpless and helpless, today he has endured this situation and endured it, or was slapped in the face, the mobile phone was thrown on the ground, and finally was relieved by the uncle.

Practicing kung fu is a delicate job, relying on the strength of the iron pestle to grind into a needle, and you must stick to it every day, and you can't stick to the old ways.

With a little breakthrough, Li Bingyang finally reached the initial stage of Chen Hongwei's training, and his hands could finally complete a hundred high-five push-ups in a row.

This is true for external strength, and the same is true for internal strength. It's just that today's Li Bingyang has not yet come into contact with internal strength, and he doesn't know the existence of internal strength.

Training, some older generations call it training. It is the foundation of Shaolin boxing, boxing spectrum cloud, three rounds and nine turns is a style, and the practice of the spirit is good to the body. It is difficult to be a strong person, and kung fu is in the beginning.

Shaolin boxing is known as a triple realm, training strength and refining qi and refining gods, which corresponds to Taoist kung fu refining and refining qi refining and refining gods.

Not to mention the foundation of military kung fu, there is no elite soldier who has not been trained since ancient times, and I live and die on the battlefield, only depending on the strength and strength, which is stronger and which is weak.

But don't think that training strength and refining qi and refining gods is the whole realm of martial arts, there is a phased jump between training strength and practicing qi, that is, the supplement of other realms, and the same is true from practicing qi to practicing gods.

Li Bingyang finally lived a few comfortable days, and the funny thing is that the old man pulled back a game for him that day, but he couldn't hide from what he should have come, and although the patrol yamen was all over the world, there were always omissions.

In the world, there are a thousand days to be a thief, how can there be a thousand days to prevent thieves. Li Bingyang always has to go out for exercise, and his parents will let him buy some things when they are at home during the Chinese New Year.

"Bingyang, go to the supermarket to buy some food, don't run all day without seeing people, you've had enough fun to help the family do some work!" Li Sheng instructed, in fact, the father is either complaining, or he is afraid that the child will run around outside and hook up with some indiscriminate people.

Li Bingyang had an accident in the college entrance examination, Li Sheng couldn't help it, and he found that Li Bingyang had changed a little. But at that time, it was better to be blocked, and he believed that his child would move his hands and fight a fight, and the breath in his heart would disappear.

The young guy hadn't fought in those years.

"Got it, got it, Dad, what kind of food to buy?" Li Bingyang's tone was full of resentment, and he had a lot of thoughts. Anyway, he doesn't want to stay at home, it's not that he is unfilial, he is also very sensible, he just wants to try his luck in the park again to see if he can meet Jiuye.

"Buy some cabbage! Do you have any money in your hand?" Li Sheng was busy taking out money for Li Bingyang.

Li Bingyang waved his hand: "Yes, yes, your son and I also earn some living expenses as a sparring partner outside the school." ”

"Look at what you can do, hurry up!" Li Sheng muttered.

Li Bingyang strode out with his legs, and the supermarket was neither close nor too far. Li Bingyang is different from other children, since he practiced martial arts, he has liked the feeling of walking, and he is too lazy to move the tram.

In about twenty minutes, Li Bingyang walked to the supermarket and bought some greens and cabbage, before walking to the alley, without thinking that a few acquaintances were waiting on the side.

"Meet again!

Li Bingyang looked at the cabbage in his hand: "I'm afraid you can't afford to eat cabbage?" If you want to say it directly, the master will give it to you." ”

As he spoke, Li Bingyang threw the dish and smashed it into the faces of several people.

"You dare!" Cheng Erniu's eyes glared angrily, and he was furious. He didn't expect Li Bingyang, who was so patient that day, to want to do it today without saying a word.

He didn't know that rabbits would bite people when they were in a hurry, not to mention that Li Bingyang knew that it was useless to endure and wait to do it for a long time.

Cheng Erniu rushed forward before a few people, Li Bingyang grabbed Cheng Erniu, and then knocked down one with a punch, Cheng Erniu didn't break free under the force, and hurriedly shouted to stop, and was instantly stunned.

Li Bingyang will take down two people with great effort, and the remaining two gangsters, you look at me, I look at you, they don't dare to do it anymore, and they can't run, they follow Cheng Erniu, and Cheng Erniu is still in Li Bingyang's hands.

As the old saying goes, if the fist is fake, the kung fu is real, and the strength is three points.

"What do you say about my dish?" Li Bingyang let go of Cheng Erniu, hugged his hands in front of his chest, and finished the fight in less than thirty seconds, cool is cool enough, go home and ask Dad if he bought the dish, please tell me what to do?