Chen Lie looked at this simple sandbag. It was obviously used by Victor to practice boxing, but it was a little bigger and a little heavier than the sandbags in later generations.

The material is made of canvas and is filled with sand and soil.

At this time, Chen Lie looked at the sandbag and felt like time and space traveling in his heart. He couldn't help but think of those years of sweating profusely in the underground boxing gym.

But Tian Hong was puzzled and said strangely: "What is this?"

He smiled slightly and said lightly: "Sandbag."

Tian Hong shook his head in confusion, observed for a while before commenting: "It looks good but not useful."

As a martial artist in the Ming Dynasty, he was used to killing people on the battlefield such as horse riding, archery, swords and shields, so he naturally looked down on this novel thing from the West.

Even if it is used to practice strength, he feels that the sandbag is far inferior to the stone lock.

Chen Lie smiled slightly again, without any explanation, and walked slowly to the sandbag, shook the increasingly solid muscles on his arms, and suddenly became interested.

Chen Lie took a step back slightly, then flew up and swept it hard to the sandbag. The leg was so strong that it shook the sandbag.

Chen Lie shook his neck and was very satisfied with his physical condition.

This body is young. After a winter and spring hard training, he has recovered 70% to 80% of his strength and has regained his six-pack abs.

As the sandbag swayed, this leg immediately attracted everyone's attention. Tian Hong and several Jinyiwei under his command, Victor, looked over.

Everyone looked at him one after another.

Everyone is a warrior. Seeing Chen Lie's leg is so sharp, he can't help but feel a little itchy.

"I'll do it!"

A young and energetic little flag official came in anger and volunteered to come over. He tried his best to sweep his legs up, shaking the sandbag.

The little flag official couldn't help but stagger because he exerted too much force.

The Jinyiwei burst into laughter and started talking on the side. There was no harm without comparison. Although the little flag official's leg was very strong, his strength was far less powerful than that of the Shenyang.

"I'll try it!"

There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

Tian Hong is full of passionate men, and no one is convinced by anyone.

After several Jinyiwei tried it in turn, they realized how powerful Chen Lie's legs were. They looked at them with admiration.

Smiling but silent.

Feeling the strong martial spirit in the prosperous Ming Dynasty in my heart, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. Although these men of the Jinyiwei had minor shortcomings, they had one or another.

Perhaps some philanthropists are open and honest, and everyone is skilled in archery and horses, and they are also loyal to the court.

So the question is, what exactly did the Ming Dynasty die?

This problem is naturally not something that Chen Lie, a 18th-line stand-in actor, can understand. He just knows a little bit. Some people say that the Ming Dynasty fell in Wanli.

Perhaps it was really the rebellion of Emperor Wanli in his youth, and the series of unreasonable actions made by Zhang Juzheng after his death, which made the prosperous Ming Dynasty begin to decline.

I guess this is a bit reasonable.

In a relaxed atmosphere, Chen Li patted the simple sandbag, felt a little sad, and looked at Victor lying on a pile of hay, basking in the sun.

Chen Lie suddenly felt a move in his heart and greeted him: "Victor... have you done two tricks?"

Victor opened his eyes and looked over, and he wanted to shirk a few more words.

Chen Lie joked: "Don't be like a mother-in-law."

This made Victor angry, stood up, then stammered his neck and began to warm up, muttering to speak Swedish dialect that he couldn't understand.

Tian Hong was puzzled and asked in confusion: "What did he say?"

Chen Lie smiled. What he said was not important. Brother Tian, ​​you don’t know that the Westerner’s temper is a dog, which is different from our Ming people.

Especially for such unruly people, there is no benevolence, righteousness and morality in his concepts, he only recognizes his fists.

Chen Lie smiled in Tian Hong's ear and said, "If you want him to convince him and do things for us obediently... you have to beat him up!"

Tian Hong was half-believing and half-doubted, thinking that wasn’t it a dog?

But as he looked at the short, strong, strong and tall and thin Victor who met, he met, a gleam lit up in Tian Hong's eyes.

As Chen Lie and Victor set off their own postures in the open space in front of the mill, the Jinyiwei surrounded him and began to play.

At this moment, Chen Lie's legs were slightly apart and he stood so easily.

The tall Victor posed in a boxing position, raised his hands and hugged him in front of his chest, like a bear.

This attitude really scared everyone.

I saw that this person was very stable in the lower plate and the door was very tightly guarded, and he was actually quite good!

Experts will know if there is any one.

When they saw Victor's posture, the Jinyiwei became excited and started to play with each other: "Oh, the iron chain blocks the river."

"It's a couple of tricks."

Everyone is a trainer, so they naturally understand how powerful this boxing posture is. This Westerner is solid in the lower body, and the boxing posture is also very stable, and with a tall figure...

Now there is fun to watch.

The Jinyiwei, who was playing, even started to quit the market and began to bet on winning or losing: "I pay two cents of silver, and the bet will sink the shopkeeper to win."

"I'm not losing money because I'm not a bad guy... I'm going to lose if I'm going to bet!"

After a burst of laughter and roar.

Chen Lie looked at Victor's posture and felt a little moved. He understood the Western fight in this era more, and there was no Western boxing that jumped around in this era.

Western fighting in this era also emphasizes stability and resistance to attacks. It is entirely due to its tall figure and strong physique, pushing it over like a bear.

Chen Lie narrowed his eyes, and his short body suddenly moved. He first went to the left and then shook his head straight to the middle, and made a trip under his feet, and his strong shoulders crashed into him like a bull.

A low shout like thunder sounded.

"open!"

Victor, caught off guard, was hit in full arms, and his tall and thin body was knocked back and fell to his horse on the spot.

The whole world became quiet.

After a moment.

A shocking cheer sounded from the farm: "Okay!"

Amid cheers.

Chen Lie put away his fist stance and patted the dust on his trouser legs.

Tian Hong's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but ask in surprise: "What kind of fist is this?"

Chen Lie smiled and said, "Baji Iron Mountain Behind."

Tian Hong nodded, thinking about it. It was the second time he had seen the power of the Bajiquan. This kind of deep and self-created boxing technique should not be underestimated.

It was amazing to say that the tall Western mercenary was lying on the ground, humming for a long time before he calmed down, and slowly got up by himself.

Looking at Chen Lie's eyes full of awe, she also had an elegant knight's greeting. It seemed that she was convinced, and that awe seemed to be from the heart...

Tian Hong and others were slightly surprised and soon felt relieved. It seemed that Chen Lie said that this Thai person is really a dog-like temper.

Another burst of laughter broke out.

The bright laughter of the Ming Dynasty men rang out between the beautiful mountains and rivers.

Chen Lie showed his skills, and now he aroused the interest of these Jinyiwei, and everyone quarreled to compete for weapons.

As a small flag official untied the goose feather knife on his waist and threw it to Victor who had just gotten up, the poor Victor became everyone's sandbag.
Chapter completed!