Hello, 1983

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Lao Maoer led Liu Qingshan, and the two found a place with few people, and started to stand, and then they fought each other.

Liu Qingshan is not yet the opponent of Uncle Master. After all, he has not practiced martial arts for two years. Although he is more diligent, some things take time to settle down slowly.

But the uncle Lao Mao'er didn't look like a master uncle at all. He was ruthless and threw Liu Qingshan several somersaults, so his nose was blue and his face was swollen.

Xiao Shanzi, you can't do this, You Shuo Shuo is white and short.

The damage of the old hat has also risen from the physical to the spiritual level.

There was also a middle-aged man next to him who kept saying sarcastic words:

It's all over the years, and you guys are still practicing this kind of clumsy and silly style. Come and practice qigong with me. Ours is called Xiantian Wujigong.

I hit it out with one palm, and I can hit the person opposite the pillar directly through this big pillar.

The old hat couldn't listen anymore, and started rolling up his arms and sleeves:

Come, come, let's make a gesture, I will meet your innate infinite power today!

The middle-aged man smiled slightly: I practice qigong for the purpose of strengthening my body, curing diseases and saving people. How can I do it with rough people like you.

Seeing that the blue veins on Uncle Shi's forehead were jumping, Liu Qingshan hurriedly dragged him away, muttering: Uncle Shi, we are not their opponents, and they can send a satellite into space with one hit. , we have nothing to do with it.

As we were walking, I saw a sudden commotion from a group of people in front of them, shouting: Master is here, Master Hu is here!

I saw an old man in his sixties, wearing a yellow and white silk trousers, walking over.

He was full of silver hair, full of ruddy color, and really had a bit of immortal style.

Bah, Master Shit, I used to be a young apprentice outside the park, on the flyover.

Uncle Lao Mao'er spat, obviously knowing the old man of Master Hu.

The middle-aged man who practiced Innate Promise Gong just happened to run past Lao Mao'er and stopped abruptly, apparently hearing what Lao Mao'er said.

Look at what,

Believe it or not, I even fight with your master!

The old hat's temperament is far worse than that of the dumb grandfather. He acts recklessly.

The middle-aged man ran a few more steps, ran to the Master Hu, called him Master, and then whispered something, pointing and poking at the old hater from time to time.

Uncle Shi, this group of people has gone crazy, let's ignore them. Liu Qingshan was a little scared.

It's not because of anything else, he is mainly afraid that Uncle Lao Mao'er will make a move, so what if he really kills that master?

At this moment, the Master Hu, surrounded by his disciples, surrounded him.

Master Hu gently twisted the goatee with his hand, and glanced at the old hat:

What you just said is right. When I first graduated from the school, I did practice at Tianqiao'er's side, but it was to experience the world's affairs and people, to enter the world to practice, to see all the world's states, and then to achieve the supreme magic.

When Liu Qingshan heard it, he was convinced: It's amazing, your old way of talking is really deep!

Hu Xiaoer, you say that these arrogant people are useless and have the guts, we will see the real chapter under our hands, you pretend to be clever, fool these ignorant people, and cheat people for money, I will see you fight again in the future. once!

The old hat moved his body, and his body immediately made a rattling sound.

Master Hu smiled and shook his head, but the ignorant people beside him were annoyed first, and they shouted, calling for Master Hu to take action and teach this rough man a lesson.

Uncle Hu raised a palm, and the surroundings immediately became silent, only to hear Master Hu proudly say:

I didn't want to have a pointless fight with you. The purpose of practicing qigong is to strengthen the body and heal people, not to fight bravely.

But you dare to slander me, then you don't need to bear it anymore. Today, I will show you how powerful I am.

Old Mao'er was just getting what he wanted, and shouted Okay, then he raised his big fists to charge forward.

and many more!

Master Hu shouted fiercely: Your flowery fist and embroidered legs, in my eyes, are like a chicken and a dog, I just need to lightly point, and the innate Wuji Gong will break out of your body and pierce your hands and feet.

Liu Qingshan blinked: It turned out to be a descendant of the Duan family in Dali, aren't you Yiyangzhi?

At this time, a strange exclamation sounded from the side: Oh, cake seller, are you talking about bullet shooting?

Liu Qingshan turned his head to look, it turned out to be a young foreigner with a big nose, with a camera slung around his neck, and he gestured to Master Hu with a pistol gesture with a surprised look on his face.

At this stage, many foreigners came to China for tourism. After opening the door, many foreigners were curious about this ancient and magical country.

For example, some tourists from island countries and the United States have taken many photos of that time.

Seeing that even international friends came to cheer, Master Hu was even more proud:

However, my generation cultivates qigong, has the virtue of good life, and will never indiscriminately hurt innocent people. I will show my hands today, so that you can open your eyes, so as not to slander me everywhere.

The old hater snorted twice: Then do you want to shout again, the rich will support the money field, and the poor will support the personal field?

I'm not going to argue with you.

Master Hu still had the demeanor of an expert, and he casually instructed a disciple next to him: Go find some pebbles.

Soon, there was a strong man next to him, ran to the flower bed not far away, and came back with a few pebbles.

Master Hu first threw a pebble the size of a palm to Lao Mao'er: Come on, let's see if you can split the stone in half with your bare hands?

The middle of this pebble is more than an inch thick, and the old hat is a little clueless after estimating it, but he has a more upright temperament, so he decided to give it a try.

After fumbling around with his big eyes, he came to the side of the curb on the side road and pressed the cobblestone on the stone, revealing half of it.

Wait a minute, can I try it first? The big-nosed foreigner Le Dian Dian ran up.

He clenched his fist, waved it a few times in the air, and then thumped it on the cobblestone.

The cobblestone didn't move at all, but the big-nosed foreigner jumped up with a loud noise. The other hand covered the fist just now and jumped straight on the ground.

There was a burst of laughter around, this foreigner is too self-sufficient.

After bouncing around for a long time, the foreigner finally recovered, then took off the camera and motioned for the old hat to continue, it seemed that he was ready to take pictures.

The old hat took a deep breath, the muscles on his arms bulged, and he shouted loudly: Open!

A palm fell heavily and cut on the cobblestone.

The cobblestones were still intact, and there was also a roar of laughter around, louder than the foreigner just coaxed.

open!

The old hat roared again, like a thunderclap, suppressing the laughter.

Another palm fell heavily. The front end of the cobblestone hit the boulder on the ground, forming a hollow arch. The edge of the old hat's palm fell in the middle of the cobblestone.

With a click, the cobblestone finally broke in two.

Kacha Kacha, the big-nosed foreigner slapped beside him, and kept shouting, Kung Fu! Chinese-kungfu!

The old hat also straightened up, endured the severe pain in his palm, and clenched his fists in all directions:

I was a little bit of a joke just now, but Hu Xiaoer, if you can do this, then I will be resigned.

What he said was a coincidence, that is, the two ends of the cobblestone are fixed, and the middle is suspended, so that it is easier to bear the force.

Master Hu twitched his beard and smiled, then raised his hand, and someone next to him immediately handed over a pebble, the size of a palm.

I saw that Master Hu was holding the cobblestone in one hand, then gently raised a forefinger, shook it around, and slammed into the cobblestone.

The crowd watching the lively around shouted: This is to split rocks with one finger!

I only heard a crisp sound, and I pointed to the falling stone, and the cobblestone was actually split in half.

Oh, it's incredible, it's incredible, damn it, why did I forget to take a photo just now! The big-nosed foreigner put his head in his hands, extremely annoyed.

If this picture was taken, it would be very shocking.

Master Hu smiled slightly and pointed at the old hat: Are you convinced?

The old hat babbled for a long time, and finally he could only snort: You are amazing!

One smashed the stone with one palm with great effort, and his palm almost cracked; the other fluttered with one finger to break the stone, of course, a high judgment.

Ow!

There was cheers all around, and it was obvious that they were all followers of Master Hu.

But amid the cheers, Master Hu suddenly shouted: What are you doing!

Liu Qingshan had already deceived himself and rushed to Master Hu, grabbed his wrist firmly, and snatched the half of the pebble from the opponent's hand.

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: Master, I also want to perform.

After finishing speaking, he said to the foreigner again in English: Friend, this time, don't forget to take a picture.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, Liu Qingshan held the half of the pebble with one hand and squeezed it hard.

With a light crunch, the cobblestone was torn apart by his grasp, and there were still a lot of debris that rustled down.

Oh my god, that's amazing!

The big-nosed foreigner exclaimed in admiration, and repeatedly pressed the shutter in his hand.

Sure enough, it is the building outside the Qingshan building outside the mountain.

Liu Qingshan showed this skill, obviously a lot higher than Master Hu.

With a snap, Lao Mao'er's slap fell heavily on Liu Qingshan's shoulder: Nephew, it turns out that your kid has been letting me!

After I slapped this slap, I felt a tingling pain in the palm of my hand, and I couldn't help but squeak a few times in my mouth.

On the other hand, Master Hu was still calm and calm: Young people know how to attract publicity. Just now, when I hit the cobblestone with my finger, it has completely changed the molecular structure in the stone, turning it into a walnut cake. It doesn't make sense to be so opportunistic.

When the surrounding believers heard it, they suddenly became excited again, and they accused Liu Qingshan one after another.

Come on, there is such an operation.

Liu Qingshan also obeyed, he really obeyed the mouths of these masters, black can be said to be white.

But now that he is in the early stage, Liu Qingshan will not give up halfway: Master, I have taken it. Your old qigong is really powerful. You can turn a stone into glutinous rice. If you have this ability, our country will no longer have to be afraid of famine in the future.

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of gravel in his hand and threw it directly into his mouth, crunching and chewing.

A trace of panic finally appeared on Master Hu's face.