When Wan Dare Cao and the others saw it, they cheered one after another.

Xiong Tianyong said: "The brothers outside will take a pickaxe and carry ten bricks in." ”

Someone in the suite outside came out, and Zhao Yunfei hurriedly shrank under the windowsill.

After a while, the man carried a stack of red bricks in both hands and a pickaxe under his arm.

Zhao Yunfei became curious, and slowly poked his head out, peeking through the window glass how Xiong Tianyong performed martial arts.

I saw Xiong Tianyong take a deep breath, his chest immediately bulged high, he rode a horse and squatted in the crotch pose, and placed his hands in fists on both sides of his waist, giving Qian Dapeng a look.

When the three brothers of Qian Dapeng saw that their uncle was going to show their kung fu, they had already stood aside, they were juniors, and there was no reason to sit and watch the performance of the elders.

Qian Dapeng stepped forward, first spat at the palm of his hand, rubbed his hands, picked up the pickaxe, and smashed it into Xiong Tianyong's chest.

only heard a loud sound of "bang", and the flesh on the faces of Wan Da Cao and the others jumped, but Xiong Tianyong shouted as if he was unconscious: "Come again!"

"Bang, bang, bang, bang. Qian Dapeng smashed four times in a row, each time with all his strength, and then looked at Xiong Tianyong, his body did not move at all, as steady as Mount Tai.

The crowd applauded and applauded loudly, and the young man who was waiting for them stood at the doorway and watched, his mouth so shocked that he could not close his mouth.

Xiong Tianyong accepted the formula and said with a smile: "This is just loose and loose bones." ”

Wan Dare Cao said in surprise: "Is this hard qigong Mr. Xiong? But I heard that hard qigong cannot speak during the process of exercising, and as soon as he speaks, he will be deflated, but Mr. Xiong can talk and laugh freely......

Xiong Tianyong waved his hand and said: "Don't care whether it's hard qigong or soft qigong, those are all tricks and tricks, my school practices real kung fu, which is completely different from those so-called qigong." ”

The three brothers of Qian Dapeng were like a tide of sycophants, and they all said: "How can those Jianghu handles be compared with my uncle? The Jianghu style played tricks when performing this project, the stick was picked up and hit on the person, it seemed that the force used was quite large, but when the stick fell on the person, it was the waist of the stick, and the few sticks that my uncle had just received were real stick tails, just these pickaxes, no matter how good the Jianghu style was, the bones were absolutely broken, and he couldn't get up if he didn't lie down for a year and a half. In fact, Xiong Tianyong is also in his early forties, and he is still far from the title of "old man".

Wan Baoliang watched Xiong Tianyong's performance very carefully, and he found that it was indeed as Qian Dapeng and others said, the sticks that Xiong Tianyong received were all really hit on his body, and if those sticks were hit on himself, I am afraid that the ribs on his chest would have to be broken.

"Mr. Xiong, you are indeed a real kung fu, but I don't understand, no matter how hard a person's bones are, it is impossible to have this pickaxe hard, if the few hits just now were replaced by ordinary people, the bones would definitely be broken, but you are safe and sound, what is the truth in this?"

Xiong Tianyong smiled and said: "There must be a truth in this, but it can't be explained clearly in a few words, you can continue to watch the performance below." ”

Wan Quanliang heard Xiong Tianyong say this, and knew that he was unwilling to reveal it, so he didn't ask anymore at the moment.

Xiong Tianyong grinned, for everyone's praise, his heart was really useful, walked to the front of the stack of red bricks, stretched out his palm, shouted, "Hi", slammed down, the ten red bricks were like a ruin, cracked to the end, and the top three were smashed to pieces.

Zhao Yunfei saw it outside the window, and was secretly surprised, this is different from the trick of running the rivers and lakes to sell art, those who sell art are splitting a brick, and the two ends of the brick have to be supported to split, but Xiong Tianyong is a real arm to split this stack of bricks, this is a real real kung fu, no wonder he grabbed his wrist when he fought with him the day before yesterday and couldn't break free, it turned out that he had so much strength, if he didn't see the opportunity quickly, kicking his chest with both feet, it would really not end well.

Li Binghui said stammered: "This, this is an arm, it is clearly an iron rod......"

Wan Da Cao also praised: "No wonder it's called the copper wall and iron arm, today is really an eye-opener......"

Wan Quanliang shouted to the stunned young man at the door: "Still stunned, hurry up and fetch water for Mr. Xiong!"

The young man hurriedly went out to fetch water.

Xiong Tianyong washed his hands, put on his clothes again, and sat back on the chair with a proud look.

Wan Quanliang had the heart to win over Xiong Tianyong, went into the back room and took out a stack of brand-new 100 yuan bills, put them in front of Xiong Tianyong and said with a smile: "We can't look at Mr. Xiong's kung fu in vain, this 10,000 yuan is a lottery, it's not worth anything, don't mind Mr. Xiong." ”

Xiong Tianyong's eyes lit up with joy, and he pretended to excuse himself: "How embarrassing is this?"

Wan Da Cao said: "Even if you spend 100,000 yuan, there is no place to see this kind of real kung fu, this is the face that Mr. Xiong gave to us." ”

Wan Quanliang stuffed the money directly into Xiong Tianyong's pocket, Xiong Tianyong's eyes were so happy that he accepted it.

Li Binghui picked up the wine bottle and poured a circle of wine, and said: "Let's have a drink, Zheng Tian Group has a talent like Mr. Xiong, this big project will definitely be a success, when the time comes, we will all make a lot of money, put diamonds on the teeth, make a diamond tooth, eat a fragrant ......"

Everyone at the table burst out laughing.

"What Zheng Tian Group, big project ......" Zhao Yunfei was confused outside, but he understood that Wan Quanliang's group and Xiong Tianyong must be doing something together.

Everyone dried up the wine, filled it again, and Wan Da Cao picked up the wine glass and said: "Mr. Xiong, if you can afford me, you can dry this glass of wine, I have something to ask you here." ”

Xiong Tianyong's face was flushed with alcohol, and he said: "Brother Wan, if you have anything, as long as I can do it Xiong Tianyong, there is absolutely no ambiguity." ”

Wan Dare Cao said: "This matter is Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts for you - a piece of cake, you do it first, I'll talk about it." ”

Xiong Tianyong picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Li Binghui and others all praised: "Mr. Xiong deserves to be a martial arts master, it's really happy!"

Wan Dan Cao smiled: "That's the case, I have a little son, named Jin Liang, twelve years old this year, not very old, and he is also big-shouldered and round-waisted, I want him to worship you as a teacher, on the one hand, to learn your skills, on the other hand, to learn your heroic character, you have just agreed, but you can't regret it!"

Xiong Tianyong said with a smile: "What is the big difficulty for me, it turns out that this is the case, I have been lazy, I have never taught my apprentices, this time I can give our sect branches, grow and develop, it is also a good thing, Cheng, go back and pick a good day and pay homage." ”

Wan Da Cao was overjoyed and said with a smile: "Then we are a family now!"

Xiong Tianyong said: "One thing I want to talk about is that the kung fu of our sect is different, not everyone is suitable for practice, and if you want to join the sect, you must get the consent of the sect master, just like the three Qian Dapeng brothers are my senior brother's personal disciples, and they are not considered to be people in the sect, and their physique is not suitable for cultivating the authentic kung fu of our sect, when the little master has not learned kung fu, don't blame me." ”

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