Three hundred and seventieth fortieth chapter head bomb
Chapter 3740 Human Head Bomb
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"Mr. Jun is so young!" Xu Qing scanned Mr. Jun's head and face several times, and was surprised to find that his hair was also black and blue, definitely not dyed.
A hint of embarrassment appeared on Wang Tiangang's face, and he whispered: "The Jun family's beauty skills are unparalleled in the world. In addition, Mr. Jun, as a heavenly warrior, has a lifespan far longer than that of ordinary people. From his appearance, it is impossible to tell that he has lived for more than two decades.
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Sixty years old is sixty years old. Doubling that would be one hundred and twelve years old. If the great-great-grandson of an ordinary person could hold a bottle and make soy sauce, this old man actually has an unmarried daughter.
A picture suddenly appeared in Xu Qing's mind. The old Wang Tiangang was wearing a bright red groom's suit. Together with the flowery Jun Buyu, they kowtowed to Mr. Jun, who seemed to be decades younger than him, and offered tea.
After receiving the big red envelope, he grinned, revealing a row of jagged old teeth...
Poof! Xu Qing, who was secretly enjoying himself, couldn't hold back his breath. Wang Tiangang on the side glared at him angrily and whispered: "What are you laughing at?"
Xu Qing stuck out his tongue and stopped talking, and then cast his eyes on Yu Zixu's face across from him. This guy's face was covered with ash. In appearance, he looked much older than Mr. Jun. He had a streak of goat on his chin.
The beard was at least a foot long, but now it was so lumpy that at first glance he thought it was a gray tumor on his chin.
The two people on the mountain sat motionless, and the two masters and apprentices below were also waiting patiently. Xu Qing really didn't understand why the heavenly warriors would see such a strange scene at the end of the fight. Could it be that they were all exhausted?
What?
Suddenly, Yu Zixu, who had been sitting for a long time, flashed his eyes and punched out from his sleeve. Jun Mogui raised one palm and quickly drew a circle on his chest, and then the two of them returned to sitting still.
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From extreme movement to extreme stillness, the two of them exchanged moves in an unobtrusive manner. Xu Qing clearly saw in Xu Qing's eyes that when Yu Zixu punched out, a ball of purple energy as big as a bowl came out and hit directly.
Jun Mo returned to his left shoulder, but Mr. Jun raised his hand and drew circles, and saw circles of dark blue energy flying out from the edge of his palm, accurately covering the incoming punches, and each circle covered the fist.
It's a little less powerful.
After ten circles were applied, the strength of a fist as big as the mouth of a bowl was gone, and even the corners of Mr. Jun's clothes were not lifted.
"Master, what kind of kungfu did Mr. Jun use? It looked like he was worshiping Buddha."
Xu Qing deliberately lowered his voice when speaking so that only he and Wang Tiangang could hear.
Wang Tiangang smiled and said: "You should have seen the Kungfu used by Mr. Jun, Tai Chi."
Xu Qing was slightly stunned. He couldn't connect the mysterious kung fu he just saw with the Tai Chi practiced by the old man and old lady in the park early in the morning. This was too ridiculous. After a long time, Mr. Jun was still a master of Tai Chi!
Seeing the boy's appearance, Wang Tiangang could already guess what he was thinking. He smiled and said: "The real Tai Chi is broad and profound. It can both strengthen the body and defeat the enemy. Tai Chi that is spread among the world has lost its original essence.
At most it can only be regarded as a form of gymnastics."
Xu Qing smiled and said: "You mean that Mr. Jun uses real Tai Chi, and the others are just scum, right?"
Wang Tiangang smiled noncommittally and said, "Do you know who founded Tai Chi?"
"Wudang Zhang Sanfeng, that's what they say on TV." Xu Qing answered without thinking. This question is basically not difficult. There are too many movies and TV dramas about Zhang Sanfeng. In fact, many of them introduce the process of his creation of Tai Chi.
Wang Tiangang smiled and said: "You have some knowledge, but do you know Zhang Sanfeng's lay name?"
Xu Qing opened his mouth without thinking: "Zhang Junbao, I heard that he used to be a Shaolin disciple."
Wang Tiangang seemed very satisfied with this answer and said with a smile: "Actually, when Zhang Junbao was walking in the secular world, he even omitted the character Zhang and just used Junbao as his name. Do you understand now?"
Xu Qing was slightly startled and muttered in a low voice: "Not only do I understand, I'm convinced that the Jun family is the descendant of Zhang Junbao's Hua Chai Hua Chai in the secular world. This is too bloody."
Wang Tiangang's eyes bulged and he said: "What nonsense? Taoist priests can marry and have children. In terms of seniority, Mr. Jun is still the great-great-grandson of Zhang Sanfeng. The real Tai Chi is passed down by Sanfeng Zhenren."
Just as Xu Qing was about to speak, Jun Mogui moved. He cupped his hands in front of his chest and pushed, then settled down again. This time the movement was a bit too big, and his body leaned forward forty-five degrees.
Yu Zixu moved his arms together, punching the air one after another, bang bang - the air was hit with a series of explosions, which could be heard clearly even from the bottom of the mountain. In Xu Qing's eyes, all he could see was purple.
The Qi Jin rushed toward the circle of Qi Jin㊣(4) pushed out by Mr. Jun, but when it got closer, it was rolled around by a magical centrifugal force.
The energy exerted by Mr. Jun formed a dark blue ring in mid-air, and quickly flew toward Yu Zixu's chest. The man's eyes suddenly froze, he grabbed something from behind with his back palm, raised his arms and threw it towards the ring.
The object was round and covered with a layer of hair, and turned out to be a pale-faced human head. The head flew to the center of the Qi Jin ring and exploded with a bang. The violent tension immediately shook the circle of dark blue Qi Jin away.
Jun Mogui's body trembled in vain, and the corners of his mouth twitched several times.
It turns out that the zombie's head was taken by Yu Zixu, and it can be used as a bomb. It can even be said to be more useful than a bomb.
"Jie Jie! Mr. Jun, if we continue to fight like this, we will definitely end up losing both sides. How about we each take a step back and give up?"
Yu Zixu's voice is like the cry of a night owl, sharp and harsh, which makes people feel like scratching glass with a blunt instrument.
Jun Mogui didn't answer. He held his chest with both hands, as if he were holding an empty ball. He leaned back on his waist, rotated his entire upper body in a circle at a constant speed, and pushed forward with his palms, as if he was holding his chest.
The ball was pushed out.
Peng!
A muffled sound like beating leather was heard, and Mr. Jun began to gasp for breath, staring at the opposite side, as if waiting for something.
Yu Zixu sneered: "Old man, if you want to fight, I will accompany you to the end." As he spoke, the energy reached his chest, and he calmly stretched his palms forward as if he was lifting something.
When he lifted it up, he suddenly let out a strange cry and flew backwards, as if he was suddenly punched in the chest. He flew upside down for five meters before falling heavily in a parabola. His body bounced twice and remained motionless.
"Okay!" Wang Tiangang couldn't help but cheered. He leaned forward and was about to rush out. Unexpectedly, Xu Qing reached out and grabbed his arm in vain, saying in a low voice: "Don't be busy, this matter is not that big."