Chapter 4 The uncle also said that you don't know martial arts?!
"The bucket is not a football. It weighs thirty-five kilograms, but the old man kicked it and flew it ten meters away."
"The most important thing is that when the buckets fell, it seemed that not a drop of water was spilled. At the same time, each bucket was about two meters apart, and all the movements were extremely coherent, taking less than six seconds."
"The speed, accuracy, and strength are almost perfect. The old man knows the martial arts and stone hammer!"
"I used to think it was too exaggerated when I watched Kung Fu Football, but the reality is more magical than the movie."
"I want to take the old man as my teacher and restore the glory of the national football team. It is our duty to do so!"
"It's a pity that the old man won't participate in the national football team. If he had been there back then, the national football team would have amazed the whole world!"
Jiang Churan returned to the house and came out with the watermelon in his arms. When he saw the water friends frantically scrolling through the barrage, he said apologetically:
"I'm sorry, viewers, the weather is too hot. I have to help my grandpa with farm work, so I can't chat with you, so please bear with me."
"Who wants to chat with you?"
"Get out of the way, we want to watch the old man perform martial arts!"
"Anchor, I'll give you a rocket. Please ask me if I know how to do Qinggong, the kind that can fly over walls and fly over walls."
"I also want to ask, is it true that picking leaves can hurt people?!"
"Everyone, go away. Host, can you help me ask the old man to recruit a disciple? One price, fifty rockets!"
He had just returned to the house to get the watermelon, and Jiang Chen's movements were too fast, so Jiang Churan didn't know anything about it, so he was a little confused.
Isn't the old man just performing to get some water?
A bad old man of his age, at least a little stronger, but he doesn't look like he knows martial arts, and his martial arts skills are all lies!
Jiang Churan explained: "I have indeed neglected everyone, but please moderate the jokes and refrain from swiping the screen. After all, my grandfather is a strong old man. If he knows any martial arts, it is all a lie!"
"I will work overtime today to compensate everyone, please stop scrolling."
"Who needs you to work overtime? We want to watch the old man perform martial arts!"
"What can a game anchor know? Is martial arts fake? I can tell you clearly that there are two types of martial arts: killing and performance. Performance is what we often call showmanship and deceptive. It is mainly used to strengthen the body.
However, the killing technique was exclusively used on the battlefield in the past. A few years ago, I saw with my own eyes a descendant of the Bajimen who deformed a five-centimeter steel plate with one punch. Later, due to the development of thermal weapons, it was gradually
Forgotten.”
"How else can I explain that the old man kicked the bucket away and was able to control the force!"
"A little girl doesn't understand anything, so stop talking nonsense and just go and eat your melons with peace of mind!"
Jiang Churan turned around and took a look and found that all the buckets were placed in order, and the old man was watering the crops with one of them.
The movement was indeed a bit fast. Jiang Churan said fiercely: "Then let me ask you a question. Don't forget those who want to use Rockets later."
She came to Jiang Chen holding a piece of watermelon and asked, "Grandpa, do you know martial arts?"
"What martial arts?" Jiang Chen stopped what he was doing and looked at her doubtfully.
"It's the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Lingbo Weibu, Nine Yin White Bone Claws, etc..."
"Smelly girl, are you crazy?"
boom!
Jiang Chen hit Jiang Churan on the forehead with a snap of his fingers.
Although it seemed that the force was not strong, it was so painful that she almost burst into tears, with a look of grievance on her face.
"Grandpa, why did you hit me?"
"Wherever there is any martial arts, it is all lies!"
Jiang Chen shook his head gently.
As an immortal, he naturally knows very clearly.
The so-called martial arts masters are just a group of ordinary people who have secretly learned the art of cultivating immortals. In a sense, they can be regarded as cultivators of immortality, but they have only learned a little bit, which is far from the real cultivators of immortality.
Therefore, he, the founder of Xiuxian, naturally looked down upon those mediocre people.
And those cultivators are unwilling to admit the existence of warriors!
Jiang Churan looked at his phone aggrievedly and said, "Look, grandpa also admitted that martial arts is a lie. Everyone must believe in science!"
"Then how do you explain what happened just now?"
"I think the old man is deliberately hiding it and is unwilling to reveal his identity as a martial arts master. After all, a true hermit master never likes to take the initiative to admit that he is awesome!"
"I have a feeling. The old man must be the leader of the martial arts alliance. He doesn't dare to reveal his identity now because he wants to avoid being chased by his enemies!"
Jiang Churan was confused when he heard this.
So I opened the replay of the live broadcast room, found the scene just now, and saw Jiang Chen kicking the bucket away.
I was stunned for a moment!
It’s unscientific!
After watching it four or five times, I closed the video again and was just about to say something to my friend.
The barrage is flooding the screen again.
"You see, the old man is going to use martial arts again!"
Jiang Churan also turned around to look. At this moment, the old man had finished pouring water, and twelve buckets were placed together, about twenty meters away from the well.
Boom!
He kicked it out, and the bucket flew out in an arc in the air.
DONG DONG DONG!!!
Before it landed, there was another dull sound, and each bucket followed the first bucket and flew up again.
In less than two seconds, a scene of twelve buckets flying in the air at the same time appeared...
Bang!
The first bucket fell, followed by the second, then the third...
A total of twelve buckets are stacked together.
Jiang Churan stood there holding the watermelon, stunned!