As soon as he heard the strong wind coming from the prison and the huge sound of stomping his feet, he knew that the practitioner had reached the realm of a strong wind exploding and stepping on a cloth gang when his whole body moved at will. This is indeed only one step away from the last step of not being bad.

At that time, Li Shuwen, the "magic spear", practiced in a small secret room with a radius of three or four zhang, his fists and feet were alternated, and the strong wind was blowing, so that the windows crackled, and sometimes they broke out, and the wooden windows and the thick paper of the paper paste were shattered by the strong wind. The strong wind beats against the wall, just like the sea beating against the reef, and anyone who enters the small secret room can be suffocated by the strong wind and dizzy.

Wang Chao also has a small practice room of more than ten square meters in the Tangmen Guoshu Dojo in Jakarta, Indonesia. He often practiced inside, with the boxing mantra of punching the lying cow land to turn over and rise, several times, a force, the muscles of the whole body exploded and surged, the strong wind exploded wildly, sending out a huge vibration, the glass windows in the small practice room were all shattered, the hard cement on the ground was stamped to a thousand holes, one by one big nests, as if the Shaolin Temple practice hall was stepped out of the potholes.

Wu Quannan is also knowledgeable, and when he heard this voice, his face changed dramatically. It was destined to be the day he was most surprised by. At the same time, his vision also saw that Liao Junhua also had more admiration, and he could recognize so many top masters.

Although it is said that the senior leaders of the big officials know some strange people and strange things, it is nothing. But Liao Junhua is not a national leader, and he is still a little short of the top. "Could it be that this person's life is noble, so there are top masters around him to get acquainted? This Liao Junhua is only afraid that the future of the future is not only like this, originally I thought that although his life was high, but he did not have a royal spirit, but now it is not, this Wang Chao is a dragon-like character, with a fluttering temperament, such as a dragon and clouds, Liao Junhua and him got acquainted, walked side by side, and was also contaminated with this temperament, but there is a deep Lu life transformed into a king, such a development, unspeakably expensive, unspeakably expensive!"

Wu Quannan's head was full of the remnants of feudal thought at this time, but it was no wonder that he was a martial artist, but he was also a Taoist. I have studied numerology and can see the rich and noble life of people.

In his opinion, although Liao Junhua was born a nobleman, his temperament is still poor, and he can't become a true dragon of the king, and he will be a marquis at most in the future. But now that Wang Chao is by his side, Wang Chao's temperament reflects him, which makes him also have a trace of royal spirit.

And Wang Chao's temperament is an atmosphere that dares to go to the moon for nine days and catch turtles in the five oceans. It's just that the foundation is too thin, and in the superstitious thinking of feudal dross, it means that the fate is low, even if you have great ambitions, you can't achieve a big thing. In today's terms, it is not tài sub dǎng, there is no root. Of course, the success of Wu Quannan's mouth has nothing to do with martial arts, it is only to become an emperor and become an emperor, and in modern terms, to be a national leader.

And although Liao Junhua has a good life, his temperament is a little worse. In other words, there is no kingly spirit. If you climb to the top in the future, you can only be a member of the Standing Committee of the Political Bureau or something. But now that he is contaminated with Wang Chao's temperament, he also has the luck to climb and wait.

Not to mention that Wu Quannan, a martial artist and Taoist priest, had some feudal dross in his head, Wang Chao and Liao Junhua had already walked into the room where the prison made a sound.

The huge iron window railing, the big iron door, the room was pitch black, there was no light, it was not clear what was inside, the strong wind and the sound of stomping feet just now had disappeared, it was quiet, as if it was an empty house prison, and there was no anger in it.

Suddenly, two armed warriors opened the big iron door of the prison, they seemed to have become accustomed to such a situation, and it was no wonder that this old man was going crazy every night anyway. Because this old man is the boss of the prisoners in the prison, and has great prestige, they will turn a blind eye, regardless of some out-of-the-ordinary actions, such as making a loud noise in the middle of the night.

With a buzz, a fifty-watt light bulb was turned on, revealing a figure sitting on a bed.

Finally, the face of the king of martial arts thirty years ago, the head of the Red Guards, appeared in front of Wang Chao and Wu Quannan.

Unlike other prisoners who are bald, the hair of the person in front of him is more than half a foot long, jet black, without any whiteness, especially when this person inhales, the hair stands on end, as if it has been electrified. And when he exhaled, he fell down.

Anger can rush to the crown, which is the highest portrayal at this time.

The man's face was very good-skinned, and he looked like a middle-aged man, but the beard and long hair on his chin made him look older.

His beard was very large and thick, all over his cheeks, and his heel was like a sword grass, which looked very piercing.

None of these are eye-catching, the most eye-catching thing is the huge steel shackles on his hands and feet!

The shackled hoops, as thick as an egg, were very long, three or four meters long, and he coiled them around him like ropes. And the shackles on his hands were shackled with a large iron lock, boxy, the size of a child's head.

And the shackles on his feet are the same, except that he dragged two shot put balls the size of a basketball.

The weight of this body, I'm afraid there are not two or three hundred catties. And tying up this human body makes people feel more relaxed than silk.

Hearing the sound of the cell opening the door and the light of the electric light, the man sat on the bed with his eyes closed, not moving, breathing evenly, his hair rising and falling with his breathing, as if he was paying no attention to any movement from the outside world.

Huge shackles and chains, a beard like a sword, and hair standing on end! The man sat on the bed with a turtle-shaped crane back and big, drooping ears. The two hands are wider, bigger, and longer, one qiē and one qiē, all of which show that this person contains a very ancient and mysterious, earth-shattering explosive power!

Such a man sat on the bed, resting with his eyes closed, motionless, but no one could fail to look at him.

But Wang Chao's eyes only stayed on this person for a moment, and then he slid away, looking at the layout of the prison room. This is a single prison, the area is not large, only 20 square meters, the furnishings are simple, just a bed and a cabinet.

The bed was very large, it was a cement hard board, and the quilt was rolled to the side, and the person sat on the bed. The large wooden cabinet at the head of the bed is full of huge thick glass jars, fixed with iron shelves, and the glass spies are all medicinal wine, and there is a whole cobra soaked in it, which is snake wine, which has a special effect on rheumatism and arthritis. And some of the jars had a large piece of bone soaked in it, Wang Chao could see it at a glance, it was the bone of an authentic tiger. Tiger bone wine, a good medicine for bones and tendons. There are also a few large jars, Wang Chao can also see that they are liquids and pills made of some precious herbs.

There were some books and magazines on the lower floor of the cabinet, and Wang Chao took a look at it and found that there was the latest issue of "black belt" inside.

In addition to these, the concrete in the middle of the ground was stamped for a long time, stepping on a large pit almost half a human body, which, at first glance, looks like a trap cellar dug in front of the bed.

Inside the deep pit, there was a mirror-smooth earth, and Wang Chao suspected that the soil was harder than iron.

Wang Chao knew this person's situation through the environment here in a few seconds: "This person is doing quite well, he is simply cultivating in prison, and he doesn't want anything else." There is even a group of people who are worshipping, and look, even these precious medicinal wines have been sent in. There are also the latest magazines to read, so you can know the world without leaving the house. Tsk, the main thing is purity, which is a good environment for practice. ”

Life in prison, pure and lonely, is the best environment for practice. Guo Yunshen, the great master of Xingyi, also practiced his boxing skills after three years of prison time. This man has been imprisoned for thirty years!

When Wang Chao first came in, he knew from the prison warden that this person had been imprisoned for 30 years, practiced boxing in the prison, and also taught some disciples. And in the past thirty years, some Wu jǐng has also learned a lot of boxing techniques from this person, and although this person's rìzi is in prison, he is living comfortably like some big prison tyrants.

In some prisons, prison bullies like this want him to get out, and he doesn't want to go out yet.

"Liao boy, you came to see me in the middle of the night today, did you find a master who can take my ten punches? Let's talk about it, I have lived in this prison for 30 years, and I have lived very well. There is food and drink, and there are people who are filial, why do I want to go out with you? Haha, hahahaha!"

Suddenly, this person opened his eyes and swept on Liao Junhua's body, letting out a huge wild laugh, laughter vibrated from the vocal cords of his throat, and a small wind blew in this prison of more than 20 square meters, and the walls shook and buzzed.

"I promise to take you three punches! Let's talk about it, if I can find someone to pick you up ten punches, you can go out with me. Liao Junhua looked at this humane.

It turned out that Liao Junhua had an unwritten agreement with this person.

"Yes, I said it, but you've got someone here?" this person laughed and set his eyes on Wu Quannan and Wang Chao behind Liao Junhua!

"This Taoist priest is not enough to see, Dan is not knotted! I'm afraid that I won't even be able to catch my three punches!" This young man ............. "The former king of martial arts, the head of the Red Guards, put all his attention on Wang Chao, only flashed, and suddenly stood up from the bed, the big iron chains all over his body rattled, and the big lead balls shackled on his feet also rolled on the cement bed, making a thunderous thunder sound.

"This young man is a master! is an opponent! Haha! Thirty years, thirty years of loneliness, I hope you don't disappoint me Ba Liming. ”

Before the words fell, the big iron chain wrapped around Ba Liming's body was suddenly thrown up, like two big iron guns, slamming into Wang Chao's throat and head! At the same time, Ba Liming's body had already stepped up from the bed, and only one flashed, as if a mountain with a suffocating gale rushed towards Wang Chao's whole person!

This move was so fast that it was only violently launched, like a landslide and tsunami, and thousands of troops and horses were killed together.

Using the big iron chain as a gun and hitting it with the body is exactly the "big gun" and "close leaning" in Bajiquan.

At this moment, the hairs and hair on Wang Chao's body all stood up, as if they had slammed into a high-voltage wire, and the skin of his whole body suddenly raised pimples, and the dense goosebumps were like grains of iron broad beans!

Wang Chao's body was stimulated by strong hostility, and it seemed to swell several times at once! It turned out that the body of one meter eight seemed to have become one meter nine and close to two meters, because every part of his body was congested with luck and burst out with explosive power that had never been seen before!

Indeed, there has never been an opponent who can make him burst out so violently, even Zhao Guangrong can't. But the old labor prisoner in front of him, who claimed to be Ba Liming, used an iron chain as a gun, and at the same time used a personal leaning, which really made him feel as if the "magic gun" Li Shuwen was resurrected seventy or eighty years ago!

In addition to the explosive power, Wang Chao also felt an unparalleled fanaticism from his boxing skills, just like the great movement of the whole people thirty years ago, which was unstoppable.

What kind of people are the same era, there is the imprint of the times.

The imprint and jīng god on Wang Chao's body are not from this era, but a year of asceticism, feeling the jīng god under the red flag when the country broke through the mountains and rivers.

The imprint on Ba Liming's body is the fanatical imprint of the sixties and seventies. The temperament of boxing has imprinted this brand, which is the real unity of boxing and mind. This is the power of the times. People who have not experienced an era and have been deeply imprinted will not be able to push their minds to the unparalleled peak.

Wang Chao was vigorous, his whole body was bulging, his fur was standing up, and in the face of Ba Liming's overwhelming blow, he did not dodge or flinch. A trick "Turning the Sky Seal" is hard to cover, the left hand is hard to grasp, the right hand is turned and pushed, and the foot is stepped on the ground!

The big iron chain that hit me was grabbed by Wang Chaoyi, and one of them collapsed, and the iron chain shackles as thick as his arm were broken in one fell swoop!