Kung Fu boy

070 Hitting people doesn't kill

If not dark energy, then close to it.

"Ah."Bruce started, he used the Dantian Kaihe, plus the limbs Kaihe.

In ancient times, this power to open and close was usually achieved by drawing a bow and bow.

Wudang, on the other hand, invented hammering piles to extract energy, which he used to unleash powerful energy from areas such as Dantian and his limbs.Used to wipe out the enemy at once.

Bruce had his back to the ground, his energy, his natural strength to borrow.

Chiba Musashi was on top of Bruce's head, propped up by Bruce's palms, unable to actually touch the ground with the force of his gun.

When the power came, he was better than Bruce, but in this moment, this moment, this moment, he couldn't.

That gave Bruce a chance, and in turn, he landed on Chiba Musashi and the two flipped over.

Once flipped, Chiba Musashi still had to struggle, how Bruce would let him go, shout, use his exhalation to open his mouth, gather all his strength, Dantian tensed, then a powerful jolt, breathing hard.

This shock was muttony in Chiba Musashi, where the heart of the human body lies.

A jolt hit, rippling through his insides.

This blow, directly through the inside, immediately, the original, Chiba Musashi concentration of power, with the internal injuries, and disappear Taichung.Seizing the opportunity, Bruce exploded.

Second shock.

Three earthquakes!

Four earthquakes.

Just as he was about to hit his fifth shot, a large hand grabbed him by the collar from behind.

Bruce was taken aback and didn't know if he was playing too fast or what. The man came behind him and picked himself up.

When he turned, his grip loosened and he held up his hand to the man.

It was a young man, no, a young man in his twenties, not very handsome, but he had bangs on his face and gave the impression of a strong, powerful man.

Some people, obviously, he's a very powerful man, this young man, that's what he is.

"Enough is enough!"He said it loud, but the next one was so small, so small, that only Bruce could hear it: "Hit him again and he'll die!Fire is the best right now!"

It dawned on Bruce that this man was helping him, and this man was really good at it.

He pulled away from Bruce and stepped back behind an old man.

The old man was in his late fifties or early sixties and he was starting to shrink like a normal old man, but Bruce thought he was full of energy and definitely not a normal old man. The old man smiled and nodded when he saw Bruce looking at him.

Bruce turned to Sun, "How are you?"

Bruce and Chiba Musashi's punches look long, but they don't add up to more than three to five minutes.

Three to five minutes of intense fighting, that's all.

That sort of expert duel, a dozen or even three or four nights a day, endless wars, that sort of outrageous thing, only exists in fiction.

"It's fine, but I'll have to put it in a cast when I turn around," Sun Xiaohu said.

Sun Xiaohu's arm was twisted off, although it was reattached, but the fracture had occurred, wanted to be OK, more or less had to be treated.

It's just trauma, it'll heal in two or three months.

But...

Chiba Musashi was no sense that something was wrong with his body.

Sakura walked over and grabbed Chiba Musashi.

"Chiba King, how are you?"

"I'm fine."Chiba Musashi didn't know the horrors of China Kung Fu, he thought he was fine, just a dull ache in his stomach. The pain was like a needle, and Chiba Musashi, though sick and her strength impaired, didn't really feel like she was hurting at all, just needed to recuperate.Unlike their karate fists, punches, frequent fractures and hamstrings, this was real strength.

"China's Kung Fu is soft and hitting people is not fun," Chiba Musashi said in Japanese.

"Japan, go home and stay in the hospital!"The scrawny old man spoke Japanese, which he did, and he was surprisingly fluent.

"You're from Japan?"Chiba Musashi wasn't expecting it, he was surprised.

The Chinese-looking old man said, "Japanese?Sort of.I'm half Japanese."

He wasn't lying, his mother was definitely Japan. His father was a determined Chinese.

Chiba thought the old man was helping him, "Thank you, sir," and Asakura, the two of them, slowly moved away from the din. As for those who gathered there, they laughed and sneered, using the power of heavenly tongues.

Liu Fei Long came up to Bruce and said, "Let's go!"He didn't know Japanese, but he recognized it a little, watched the old man speak Japanese, became suspicious of him, and stepped forward to avoid him.

"Preacher, please!"But the old man went to Liu Feilong.Liu Feilong was not happy, just a smirk, said: "Oh, boundless Sir, what do benefactors have to say about the poor"

The old man pointed at Bruce and said, "He's your apprentice?"

"What, you want to control my apprentice?"

"No, no, I think your apprentice is fine. Yes, I speak Japanese, but I'm Chinese."

Liu Feilong's heart lifted slightly at the news that he was Chinese.

Just listen to the old man: "old age, overseas Wu rejuvenation!"

He pointed to the handsome young man, "This is my son, his name is Santong Wu."

Wu Santong gave Liu Feilong a quack fist salute.

Liu Feilong was not happy, it was too big. You a young head, facing me, should not be called an elder? However, he saw a flicker of embarrassment cross Feilong Liu's face and knew something was wrong.

Because the old man is overseas chinese, overseas chinese, to some orthodox, generational, than at home, see harsher.

"Qingfeng Palace, Qingyun Tzu, this is my disciple, Bruce Flying Wolf."

"Bruse flying wolf."Wu Zhengxin smiled, "It is indeed a young wolf. "

"To speak!"Feilong Liu patted Bruce on the head.

Bruce said quickly, "Bruce ,happy to saw two sir."

"Hehe...." Wu Zhengxin invigorates: "Little friend, don't think I am old man nonsense, just listen to me say a few words, how about?"

Bruce said, "Ask the elders to testify."

"Little friend, you just threw a good punch. It reminds me of my ancestors. It's just, from now on, you have to stop punching like that. You know, we learned Kung Fu.The higher the martial arts, the better. The more Jen had to save her feet.Like that. "When calligraphy becomes a family, we have to save our ink."You know that."

Bruce's heart sank, and he looked first at Liu Fei Long.

He knew where he was.

A punch, too heavy.

The most taboo thing in chinese quack is poison hurt.

It is one thing to be aboveboard in your dealings with people, but when you do that, it is unacceptable to have evil in your hands.

Like black magic, poisons, these are the taboos of quack doctors. In these big bogeys, it is also a point to be ruthless. You break a man's bones and tendons, and in the world of quack, it's generally a cruel hand. More to the point, Bruce punched the air with an evil intent that made it impossible for people to fend for themselves for the rest of their lives.

A punch like this, a real pro, definitely exists.