Chapter 22: The Iron Fan Scholar

Qian Kuohai likes animals very much, especially cats and dogs, they are not only very cute, but also very spiritual.

It is impossible for him to watch such a cute puppy die under the wheel, the dog is the most loyal friend of man, and the brother is still against each other, but the dog will not betray the master.

While stroking the soft hair of the puppy in his arms, he lazily walked towards the shop, he was just faster than an arrow, he was really alive, moving like a rabbit, but now he was too lazy to even want to go, and he wanted to find someone to carry him to the shop.

The big man who drove the car no longer had the previous arrogance and arrogance at this moment, his body was bowed into a shrimp lying on the ground wailing, his face was painful, obviously although the fall just now did not shatter his whole body bones, but it also made him lose his mobility.

At this time, his body was already dirty, his hair was scattered, and his head was full of vegetable leaves and egg yolks and egg whites, although the revenge of the common people did not cause any substantial harm, but it made him surprisingly angry, in so many years in the town, there has never been a day to suffer this strange humiliation.

He stared at Qian Kuohai's back with gloomy eyes, his eyes were full of resentment, but his body couldn't move, so he had to look at the carriage behind him.

The broken carriage stopped in the middle of the street, and without the big man's drive, the carriage naturally stalled.

It's just that although the carriage is broken, it can still sit on people.

The voice came from the dilapidated carriage, low but magnetic.

“...... Ahem...... , I have heard the heart of the angry King Kong Bodhisattva for a long time, and when I saw it today, it really deserved its reputation, but Your Excellency injured my house slave, and you have to give my Wang an explanation, otherwise my Wang will not be able to gain a foothold in the Northern Desert in the future!"

At the moment when this voice sounded, a figure rushed out of the carriage, and a rabbit fell steadily in front of the big man who was driving the carriage.

He was dressed in a shabby white cotton coat, his figure was a little thin, his face was white without a trace of blood, and he looked sickly, as if a gust of wind could blow.

But the moment such a person appeared, the faces of the pedestrians on the street changed greatly, as if they were hiding from the plague, and in the blink of an eye, there were only three people left on the street.

Qian Kuohai, the big man who drove the car, and this sick seedling.

Xu Zidao and the three of them were at the door of the inn at the moment.

Qian Kuohai slowly stopped and turned around slowly, his green stubble was particularly conspicuous under the gloomy sky.

He patted the puppy in his arms on the head, and the puppy jumped out of his arms with a whoosh, and in a few strokes ran to the shop.

Only then did he look at the sick man in front of him.

"What do you want to explain to that brother?"

The sick man smiled and took out a fan from his bosom, which was not quite like an ordinary fan, it was made of iron.

He opened the iron fan, fanned it, and said with a smile: "I saw Brother Qian's rapid figure just now, Wang Mou was happy to see Hunting, and wanted to compare with Brother Qian. ”

"What's the comparison?" said Qian Kuohaidao.

"This is simple, there is a coin in the next hand, and the next will throw the coin into the air, you and I will shoot at the same time, who will grab the coin in his hand before it hits the ground, even if he wins, so good?"

Since Brother Tai thinks it is feasible, Qian naturally has no objection. "Qian Kuohaidao.

"That's good, that'...... Brother Qian...... Please!"

After saying that, the sick man took out a coin with a round square hole from his arms, showed it to Qian Kuohai first, and then threw it between the two of them.

With a whoosh, the coin flew into the air, and then fell straight down after the momentum had gone.

At the moment when the coin fell, Qian Kuohai and the sick seedling moved.

The two moved almost at the same time.

Qian Kuohai's tiptoe figure rushed out like an arrow, and with just a face-to-face effort, Qian Kuohai's body came to the bottom of the coin.

The sick seedlings are not slow, but unlike Qian Kuohai, he is the first force in his waist and then his legs, so in the eyes of ordinary people, his body is more agile and elegant, but the speed is the same.

The two are equal in terms of speed.

When the coin was only half a foot away from the top of their heads, the sick seedlings moved.

With one move, he folded the fan in his hand and attacked Qian Kuohai's chest, knowing that Qian Kuohai practiced foreign kung fu and was invulnerable, but he still had to choose to fight hard.

Apparently he was confident in his iron fan.

The expression on Qian Kuohai's face did not change much, and his eyes were still bright and bright, as if they were flashing with light.

At the moment when the iron fan of the sick seedling struck, his body also moved.

The muscles of the whole body were pricked, the wide coat was bulging, Qian Kuohai's body did not retreat but advanced, completely ignoring the iron fan that hit his chest, his right hand was clenched into a fist, and the elbow was driven by the arm, and a punch was smashed forward.

The fist is hunting, and before it arrives, it is already felt fierce and strong.

This move is Qian Kuohai's "Thunder Fist".

Thundering fist is Qian Kuohai's famous stunt that shook the North Desert, inheritance and remoteness, both yin and yang, both internal and external, a move out, wind and clouds fusion, thunder and shock, with fist power famous shock North Desert.

Naturally, the sick seedling didn't dare to take it hard, and he really chose to play hard with Qian Kuohai, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to hold the second move.

He is not like Qian Kuohai who practices foreign kung fu, his whole body bones are extremely tough, and King Kong is not bad.

His whole cultivation is on this iron fan.

I saw that the side of the sick seedling's body dodged the punch like lightning, and at the same time, the arm of his right hand rotated strangely, and the iron fan in his hand poked out from a tricky angle, like a poisonous snake hunting, and he was caught off guard like a poisonous snake, and counted points on Qian Kuohai's chest.

One time it is faster than it is, and one time it is stronger than it is fierce, and the position of each point is in the same place.

Every time the sick seedlings clicked, Qian Kuohai took a step back, and when the sick seedlings finished the last click, Qian Kuohai had already stepped back.

His originally bulging chest had collapsed at this moment, and from a distance, it showed a circular depression, if it was an ordinary person who encountered such an attack, it was estimated that he would have lost his ability to fight.

But Qian Kuohai's face was only slightly red, obviously because of the squeezing blood in his chest, he took a long breath, and his chest returned to its original state.

Like a spring, it was suppressed and loosened to the extreme, and Qian Kuohai's body swept forward, and he had already arrived in front of the sick seedling.

He grinned, a smile that made his green stubble even more intimate.

"Brother Tai's kung fu with this iron fan is really amazing, if it weren't for Qian's cultivation of King Kong, I'm afraid I would have died in the hands of Brother Tai just now. ”

"No, no, Wang's hand just now is okay to deal with ordinary people, but it's still a bit not enough to deal with the famous angry King Kong" Sick Yangzi shook his head and said.

"Brother Tai doesn't have to be too humble, your strength Qian still knows a little bit about it, I haven't met an opponent like Brother Tai for a long time, so I'll let you and I have a good competition today." "Qian Kuohaidao.

"Wang has this intention, Brother Qian beware!"

After saying that, the sick seedling's figure flashed, his hand was raised, and the iron fan roared anxiously, pointing at Qian Kuohai.

The shadows of four iron fans appeared in front of Qian Kuohai, and they all rushed towards him, and the speed was unmatched.

Qian Kuohai was not in a hurry, his figure was short, he walked with his knees in his arms, and with a move of his right hand, his whole body spun up like a spinning top, and the iron fan of the sick seedling was quickly bounced off Qian Kuohai's body.

The two fought for a while, but neither of them took advantage.

"I didn't expect that this sick man, who seemed to be weak, would have such strength and be able to fight with the angry eyes King Kong to a draw. Lin Taiping finally couldn't help but speak.

It's harder to keep him from talking than to leave him without eating.

"This person is not a simple character!" Xu Zidao said lightly.

"You still need to say that a simple character can be on par with Qian Kuohai?" Lin Taiping rolled his eyes and said.

"Do you know who he is?" Xu Zidao smiled, ignoring Lin Taiping's burial.

"Do you know?" Lin Taiping looked at Xu Zidao with some suspicion, he didn't know that a native of the Northern Desert would know, and he would know if he was an outsider?

"Have you ever heard of the iron fan scholar Wang Qingping?" Xu Zi said.

"Iron Fan Scholar?" Lin Taiping said suspiciously, he didn't seem to have this person in his mind.

"It's normal that you haven't heard of it, because he is not from the Northern Desert, he is from the Central Plains. Xu Zidao.