Tian Xiaohai turned around and saw the old patriarch leading a group of strong men walking straight towards this side.
After looking at Tian Xiaohai, he sneered and stroked his beard with his hand and said: "Well, young people are brave enough, and I like courageous people like you. However, to be brave, you have to have the materials.
.Fighting is not fun. If you don't get it right, you will become disabled and you will be finished for the rest of your life."
As soon as the words fell, the audience burst into laughter.
"Young man, go back! Our old patriarch sympathizes with you and doesn't want to see you become disabled."
"Just get back in the car!"
"Get back in the car and ask your woman to spend two million to buy Polygonum multiflorum. Just think of it as spending money to buy peace!"
As soon as he heard two million, a look of surprise flashed across the old patriarch's face: "What is this thing? Is it worth so much money?"
"It's like this. I dug up a wild humanoid Polygonum multiflorum, and someone offered me 1.95 million to buy it. At that time, I originally wanted to sell it." The middle-aged man pointed with his finger not far away with some indignation.
Mo Wanqing explained: "Later,
This beautiful woman expressed her willingness to pay 2 million to buy my Polygonum multiflorum, so I turned down the boss. But now this woman let me go again, saying that she would only pay 500,000 to buy my Polygonum multiflorum. Old patriarch, you
Tell me if this woman is too dark."
"Oh! That's indeed too much." The old patriarch pointed at Tian Xiaohai with a stern look on his face and said: "Although selling the humanoid Polygonum multiflorum for two million is indeed a bit expensive, you have already agreed, so you have to buy it.
You must be honest in your life.”
"Didn't you say that if you beat him down, you can buy it with 500,000 yuan?" Tian Xiaohai asked the old patriarch with a smile.
"What? Knock him down?" The old patriarch's eyes widened in surprise. Asada Xiaohai smiled and said: "Young man, who do you want to knock down? Are you talking about the village chief? He was taught by me myself.
Disciples, apart from my eldest disciple, he is the most powerful. I think you will not be a match for the village chief if you call in those bodyguards from before."
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd burst into laughter again.
"Young man, stop talking nonsense and come on! I'll give you two punches first. If you can knock me down, I'll ask Lao Hei to sell you this Polygonum multiflorum at a low price. It's only 500,000." The village chief said.
He took a step forward with a proud look on his face, then lifted up his clothes and said with a smile: "Come on! Hit me in the belly! Hit me how you want. If I scream in pain, I lose."
"It's not necessarily true that you are in pain, but it is certain that you fell." Tian Xiaohai sneered and took a step forward, clenched his fist with his hand, and made a soft squeaking sound.
"Haha! Let me see how strong you are..." A trace of pride flashed across the corner of the village chief's mouth, indicating that he had already started to get lucky.
"This iron cloth shirt is no good! It's almost like a general's belly." Tian Xiaohai smiled and patted the village chief's belly with his hand. As he spoke, he suddenly gathered thunderous energy and punched the village chief in the belly.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, there was a crisp sound, and the village chief seemed to have been hit by a moving car, and he flew five meters away.
Hearing an "ouch" sound, he fell to the ground on the spot, and then spit out a mouthful of food. This was the delicacy he had just eaten in the evening, and he spit it out on the ground along with the sour water.
Fortunately, he was protected by an iron cloth shirt, so he was only hit and not internally injured. Otherwise, he would have vomited blood long ago.
The scene was silent.
No one could believe that Tian Xiaohai's seemingly weak punch actually knocked the tall village chief away and made him vomit.
"how so?"
"What's going on?"
"Didn't the village chief practice Iron Shirt? How come he can't even take a punch from others?"
“It’s incredible!”
Everyone was surprised, with disbelief in their eyes.
"Village Chief, are you okay?" The middle-aged man quickly ran over and helped the village chief up.
"I...I...I'm fine." The village chief forced a smile, stood up immediately, gritted his teeth, and shouted to Tian Xiaohai: "Young man, if you don't practice martial arts, I won't have any luck, so you start to fight."
Me. It doesn’t count this time, I’ll have to start over.”
As he spoke, he stood up and came to Tian Xiaohai again, taking off his shirt to reveal his eight-pack abs.
"Okay, then you first have enough luck, and then I take action!" Tian Xiaohai smiled and nodded.
"Bring me the belt!" The village chief waved to a young man next to him, and soon a young man brought a four-finger-wide red belt. The village chief took the belt and tied it, then put it in his hand.
Take a lunge, make a downward motion with your hands, and then transport the inner energy to the top of your head.
This is exactly the luck method in hard qigong. As the saying goes, if your mind is up, your energy will be up, your energy will be up, your strength will be up, and your body will be strong if your strength is up.
"Are you ready?" Tian Xiaohai asked with a smile.
"Come on! I'm ready, let's see if you can knock me down." The village chief Chaoda Xiaohai nodded, his eyes full of determination.
Tian Xiaohai took a deep breath, turned his palms, and already activated the thunder energy.
He clenched his fists and was about to punch the village chief in the abdomen.
"Slow down!" Suddenly the old patriarch shouted angrily, rushed over quickly, nodded to Tian Xiaohai with a serious expression and said: "Young man, you win!"
"Old Patriarch, I wasn't ready for that game just now! I didn't even have a belt on, and I didn't have any luck, so this kid just attacked me by surprise, and that definitely doesn't count. My iron cloth shirt hasn't been used yet.
!" the village chief replied unconvinced.
"Huh! Fighting is not a show. By the time you tie your belt and get lucky, your enemy will have already knocked you to the ground with a brick." The old patriarch glared at the village chief angrily, coldly.
Said: "Reflect on it! No matter how well you practice in Tiebushan, if you haven't practiced it to the point where you can use it whenever you want, it's the same as not practicing at all. You are far from your senior brother Zuo Shandiao. It's really a disgrace to me.
Already."
"Old patriarch, after all, you still look down on me as your second apprentice." The village chief said, scratching his neck in dissatisfaction: "Elder brother Zuo Shandiao is good at martial arts, but half of the young men in our village have followed him to join the society.
, at least a dozen people were brought into trouble. Now
He did prosper in Jinsha Club, but the young men in our village who are in jail are afraid that they will not even be able to marry a wife after they are released. How many people in the village were led astray by this guy. You just remember
His kung fu is good, but his character is not bad. Master, you are partial!"
"You..." The old patriarch was so angry that he closed his eyes and shed two lines of thick tears.
"I used to be proud that all the men in our village knew kung fu, because I was the one who brought up the martial arts culture in our village." The old patriarch sighed leisurely and said: "But in fact, the biggest failure in my life is...
I'm afraid I have a bad apprentice like Zuo Shandiao. It really adds trouble to society. In recent years, dozens or hundreds of gangsters have appeared in our village because they were led bad by this bastard Zuo Shandiao. To be honest, now I
There is nothing you can do about the bastard."
"Master, I was wrong. I shouldn't have mentioned these sad things to you." The village chief knelt down in front of the old patriarch with a plop.
"You should call me the old patriarch! If you think about it carefully, in these years, apart from teaching the people in our village to fight, I am really useless. It would be better if I didn't teach this skill, and our village would not have so many gangsters.
You gangsters, the First Cult has produced so many bastards that we don’t even have a college student in our village. I have no shame to be this master!” The old patriarch’s voice choked up and he slapped himself with his hand.
"Old patriarch! Don't do this!"
"Master, don't do this!"
"Master, you can't hit yourself!"
Suddenly, more than half of the men in the crowd knelt down in front of the old patriarch.
Seeing this, Mo Wanqing and Tian Xiaohai were also slightly touched.
Obviously, this old man is a tough guy with a sense of responsibility. However, the descendants in the village failed to live up to his expectations and some hooligans emerged.
What a waste of the old man's good intentions.
"Old man, don't be like this!" Mo Wanqing saw the sad look on the old patriarch's face, smiled bitterly and sighed: "How about this! I still pay a high price of two million to buy Lao Hei's Polygonum multiflorum. However,
He can only get 500,000 yuan personally, and the remaining 1.5 million yuan will be donated to your village. You can use this money to invest in building schools! I believe that with good schools, education in your village will definitely improve.
With education, there will naturally be fewer gangsters."