Siheyuan: Wang Bo's Happy Life

The Qigong master pretended to practice Qigong for a long time, and then signaled his disciple next to him to attack him.

I saw those burly disciples gathered around him, and as soon as they touched the master, they were bounced two or three meters away by the master's kung fu. There was even one disciple who was trembling all over as if he had been electrocuted, and he was almost lying on the ground foaming at the mouth.

Seeing how powerful the master was, there were gasps and exclamations from the people around him.

You know what, this is more fun to play with people than to play with monkeys.

"it is good!"

Seeing such a wonderful performance, Wang Bo couldn't help but cheer loudly and stretched out his hands to applaud them!

With Wang Bo taking the lead, the onlookers also applauded and cheered.

The reporter holding the microphone also noticed Wang Bo. He walked up to Wang Bo and asked with a smile, "Comrade, what do you feel when you see that Master Zhang's Qigong is so powerful?"

After the reporter finished speaking, he put the microphone into Wang Bo's mouth.

Wang Bo pushed the microphone down and said with admiration: "Master is worthy of being a master, he is so powerful. If I can practice to be this powerful, it will be worth dying for!"

"Then do you want to experience Master Zhang's skills for yourself?"

This reporter doesn't seem like a real person.

Wang Bo looked at the innocent-looking reporter and also felt like playing. He widened his eyes and shouted with joy, "Really? Can I get guidance from Master Zhang? This is such a great honor!"

Seeing Wang Bo's expression, the reporter was also happy, "Come with me, I will introduce you."

When the reporter pulled Wang Bo over and explained their purpose to Master Zhang, the master looked at the tall, thin and silly-looking Wang Bo and immediately looked down on him, but he also felt that this was a suitable opportunity for publicity.

Master Zhang put on an unfathomable look and said to the camera: "Since this comrade wants to experience the power of qigong, how can I let him down?"

"But seeing as he doesn't have any foundation, I'd better let my disciple with the weakest skills do it. He can't withstand my power. After all, Master taught us not to use high-level skills. It would be bad if he gets hurt."

Wang Bo immediately praised him with a lot of flattery, which made Master Da Zhang very happy.

The disciple with the worst skills stood in front of Wang Bo. He was much stronger than Wang Bo. After saluting Wang Bo with his fists, he made Huang Feihong's classic gesture of spreading his hands and showing his palms, signaling Wang Bo to come over and hit him.

Wang Bo was delighted. This was such a good thing.

I haven't done anything for many years, and I'm itching to do it!

Wang Bo walked over and punched the disciple directly in the face!

The man didn't expect Wang Bo's speed to be so fast. Before he could react, he was hit in the eye by Wang Bo. His eyes went dark immediately, followed by a sharp pain that made him quickly cover his eyes and move to the side.

Hearing his disciple screaming in pain, Master Zhang couldn't hold back his pride and quickly arranged for another disciple to step forward.

Even though this disciple attacked first, he was still hit in the eye by Wang Bo's punch. He then covered his eyes and ran away wailing.

At this time, the master didn't even need to call for help. The remaining five disciples surrounded Wang Bo, ready to teach him a lesson.

Seeing that this group of people were so unsportsmanlike, Wang Bo used a little more strength and knocked all five of them to the ground with just three punches and two kicks.

Wang Bo walked around the apprentice who was rolling on the ground and went straight to Master Zhang. He still looked at him with admiration and said, "Master, I think I can still bear it. You must let me experience your skills today!"

Knocked everyone down so quickly?

If you punch me, I won't lie here!

Master Zhang was shaking with fear, but he couldn't lose face in front of so many people. He still pretended to be a lonely master and said, "Boy, it's not that I don't want you to experience it, but I'm afraid of hurting you. You are still young, don't let it get to you and make a decision that you will regret for the rest of your life."

Upon hearing what Master Zhang said, the onlookers immediately booed and questioned whether Master Zhang was a fake master.

How could Wang Bo let him go? He still had a determined look on his face, with no regrets, "Master, I just want to meet a real master in my life. You don't have to worry about whether you can hurt me, just do your best to beat me!"

Seeing the camera filming him, Master Zhang realized that if he couldn't get over this hurdle, he would have no chance of making a living in this industry. He had no choice but to make up his mind and said to Wang Bo:

"Since you want to feel my power, there's no need to use your fists or feet. I'll use my luck to slap you and let you feel it."

"But my power is too strong. It will make you feel like being pricked by a needle. Please don't complain about the pain."

"Good good."

Wang Bo nodded repeatedly in agreement.

The master pretended to demonstrate a few times, then with a serious look on his face, he gently placed his palm on Wang Bo's back.

Wang Bo felt a small needle tip emerging from the finger he placed on his back, trying to pierce into Wang Bo's flesh, but was blocked by Wang Bo's strong skin. It was because his physical fitness was no longer that of a normal person.

Before Master Zhang could take his hand away, Wang Bo turned around quickly and grabbed Master Zhang's wrist.

Master Zhang was frightened by Wang Bo's action and tried hard to retract his hand, but he didn't expect that his arm was held tightly by Wang Bo and he couldn't move.

Wang Bo grabbed Master Zhang's arm and slowly twisted it, turning his palm toward the crowd.

As Master Zhang continued to scream in pain, Wang Bo said loudly:

"Look everyone, this is the so-called master, this is the so-called skill, he just hid a needle in the ring, these kung fu masters are all liars!"

Then Wang Bo pushed Master Zhang to the ground with force, "Tell me! Do you know Qigong?"

"Of course I do. Ah, it hurts!"

Seeing that Master Zhang was still trying to deceive people, Wang Bo put in a little more strength, and the pain suddenly made him cry.

"Tell me the truth, do you know qigong? If you still say you can, then I'll try my best. I want to see how hard your bones are!"

Hearing Wang Bo's threat, Master Zhang felt pain and fear. He quickly shouted, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you! I don't know Kung Fu. I just joined them to cheat people. With more people, it's easier to collect tuition! Be gentle, your arm is almost broken!"

Wang Bo threw him to the ground, pointed at Master Zhang on the ground and said with disgust to the camera recording the whole process:

"Dear audience, please open your eyes. These fake masters are all scammers. You must distinguish them clearly and follow the real masters to learn."

Wang Bo put on an admiring look again and continued:

"I heard that true Qigong masters are invulnerable to swords and guns and are immune to water and fire. If you meet someone who claims to be a Qigong master again, just hit him on the head with a brick. If you can withstand it, then use your own kitchen knife!"

"As the old saying goes, true gold is not afraid of fire, and a master is not afraid of a knife. I believe that a true master will be able to withstand such a test!"

The reporter on the side secretly gave Wang Bo a thumbs up.