Lei Peng looked very ugly. He stood up straight, with his feet in a zama stance. His fists were clenched and he whispered to Mahjong: "It's your turn."
Mahjong suppressed his smile, swung his fists in the air, and strode to Lei Peng.
Mahjong's eyes were fixed on Lei Peng. He shouted and punched Lei Peng in the chest. With a muffled "dong" sound, the punch directly knocked Lei Peng into a squatting position.
Shen Feng looked nervous. He quickly came to Lei Peng and carefully helped Lei Peng up.
"Pengzi, how are you, are you okay?"
Shen Feng asked in a low voice with concern.
Lei Peng rubbed his chest with his hand and took a deep breath. He forced a smile and whispered: "I'm fine, I can still bear it."
Mahjong rushed to Lei Peng and nodded, laughing and saying: "Hahaha, good job. It's really fun to fight with you. Come on, it's your turn to fight me."
Mahjong took two steps back, still in the horse stance. His hands still danced slowly a few times as before, then he made fists with both hands, placed them on his waist, and nodded heavily at Lei Peng.
"Pengzi, this is a hard qigong, there must be a cover. Look carefully."
Shen Feng supported Lei Peng, lowered his head and whispered.
Lei Peng nodded slightly, walked slowly to the front of the mahjong, and slowly circled the mahjong twice.
Mahjong is like a black iron tower, standing motionless in a horse stance. In general hard Qigong practice, there is always a weak point, and the hardness is not that strong.
Most people's stomachs are relatively soft and their ability to withstand blows is relatively weak. Lei Peng decided to give it a try.
Lei Peng walked up to Mahjong, rounded his arms, and punched Mahjong in the stomach.
Mahjong was shocked. He was about to stop it with his hands, but when he saw that Lei Peng was just hitting him in the stomach, he felt relieved.
With a "bang" sound, Mahjong was knocked back several steps, but he did not fall and was still standing.
Lei Peng looked at Mahjong with surprised eyes. Is this still a human being? He was resisting the beating so much that his right hand was numb and started to tremble involuntarily.
Lei Peng gritted his teeth and stood up straight again. He stared with bloodshot eyes and shouted: "Come on!"
Mahjong's face turned a bit ugly. He looked at Lei Peng coldly. When Lei Peng stood up, he sprinted, shouted, and punched Lei Peng in the stomach.
With a "plop", Lei Peng was knocked upside down and fell into the corner, his body shaking non-stop.
Lei Peng's face turned pale. He felt his stomach was churning and his throat was itchy. He opened his mouth and spit it out with a "wow" sound, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Pengzi!"
Shen Feng ran over quickly and shouted anxiously.
Shen Feng ran over, hugged Lei Peng's shoulders, shook him gently, and whispered: "Pengzi, Pengzi, how are you?"
"I, I, I'm fine, I can still bear it."
Lei Peng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, shook his head slightly and whispered feebly.
"Hehehe, big man, I think you should give up. If you can't beat me, give up. It's not a shame. You can take two mahjong punches and still have the strength to speak, which is also very good."
Ma Zhuo laughed at Lei Peng and said loudly and angrily.
Shen Feng's eyes were red. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Just when he was about to stand up and fight for Lei Peng, Lei Peng reached out and grabbed Shen Feng's arm and said in a low voice: "Boss, it's me. Well, I know how to fight, trust me."
Shen Feng turned to look at Lei Peng, and finally nodded slightly. He helped Lei Peng up. Lei Peng reached out and took off his shirt and threw it on the ground. The clothes were stained with vomit. The smell was really unpleasant. Smell it.
On Lei Peng's upper body, there were two jet-black marks, as big as two big steamed buns, which made people feel distressed to see them.
When Mahjong saw that Lei Peng could still stand up, he was slightly startled, and became angry in his heart. He secretly made a cruel decision, and when the last punch came, he would definitely kill Lei Peng and destroy Lei Peng.
Mahjong still had good luck with his qigong skills, and he stepped firmly into his stance, waving his hand at Lei Peng, asking Lei Peng to deliver the final punch.
Lei Peng rubbed his belly with his hands, bent over, and slowly circled the mahjong twice. Finally, Lei Peng stood in front of the mahjong.
Lei Peng also imitated Mahjong, doing horse steps. He shouted at Mahjong, then stretched out his right fist and hit Mahjong in the chest.
Mahjong smiled slightly. He looked at Lei Peng as if he were looking at a dead person. He pushed his chest up to meet Lei Peng's fist.
Just when Lei Peng's right fist was about to hit Mahjong, he suddenly pulled his right fist back quickly, clenched his fist quickly with his left hand, and punched Mahjong hard in the navel.
When Mahjong saw Lei Peng feint and then hit his navel with his left hand, his heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself: Not good.
The navel is the weakest point in his hard qigong, so he uses the horse stance to make it difficult for the opponent to hit such a low position.
He didn't expect that Lei Peng would squat down and do a horse stance. This height was just right and the fight would be very smooth. What he didn't expect was that the strength of Lei Peng's left hand was far greater than the strength of his right hand.
Mahjong's expression immediately became a little panicked. He just wanted to reach out and stop him, but it was too late when he heard a "bang".
"ah!"
Mahjong screamed, and he flew backwards for a long distance, and fell heavily against the wall and then to the ground.
Mahjong's qi sea was dispersed by Lei Peng's punch, and his whole body bulged up like a balloon popped by a needle.
Mahjong's joints creaked all over his body, and his eyes were bloodshot. He opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. His eyes rolled back, and he passed out.
Lei Peng also felt exhausted and fell to the ground. He was breathing heavily and sweating all over his body, as if he had been washed.
Everyone gathered around Mahjong. Teacher Hao looked a little solemn. He squatted on the ground and reached out to feel Mahjong's pulse. After a while, he let out a sigh of relief.
"Mahjong is fine. It's just that the sea of ââââqi has been exploded, causing the Qi pulse to reverse. It will be fine after a few days of rest. Big dog, you can carry Mahjong to the second floor and rest."
Teacher Hao stood up, turned to the big dog and said softly.
The big dog was silent. He bent down obediently, carried the mahjong on his back, and quickly climbed up to the second floor.
Shen Feng helped Lei Peng sit down and gently rubbed the bruises on Lei Peng's body with his hands. He looked up at the hemp stalk and said loudly in a bad tone: "Are we still competing?"
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