Violators Club

Chapter 195 Knife Mouth, Tofu Heart
Chapter 193 Knife Mouth, Tofu Heart
Wen Sihai is not simple, there is definitely something wrong with his fist! ! !
Ordinary bullets, one shot can kill a person.

But when Wen Sihai punched down, this person might be blown up.

The figure retreated rapidly, unlike the previous disapproval, Chen Changqing's eyes were a little more dignified at this moment.

"Suck~"

The mouth and nasal cavity breathe at the same time, the strong suction sweeps away the surrounding air, and the chest bulges. As an Asian, Chen Changqing's chest circumference is even more exaggerated than that of a professional bodybuilder in the West.

But these airflows are not directly stored in the lower abdomen.

With a mouthful of hot turbid air, Chen Changqing, who was originally only 1.7 meters 1.8, soared to [-] meters [-].

With a broad chest, the upper body is shaped like an inverted triangle, and the muscles are strong, which makes people think of the gods in ancient Greek myths and legends. Along with the body temperature and height, the tough skin is slightly red.

Wen Sihai tapped his toes, his movements seemed to be slow, but it was only apparent.

In fact, at the moment Wen Sihai took a step forward.

Tamped by footprints, the ground, which was harder than bricks and stones under the scorching sun, shattered like a spider's web.

Different from Long Shuwen's swiftness, and Chen Changqing's fierceness, the haggard Wen Sihai came to Chen Changqing like a willow leaf blown down by the wind.

The raised arm, like an old man doing morning exercises in the park, slowly pushed forward.

Chen Changqing's pupils shrank, and the growing sense of crisis made his hairs stand on end. He was like a frightened little animal. He had been cornered and could only jump up in panic.

Same as last time, Chen Changqing dodged Wen Sihai's fist again,

But what was different from last time was that Wen Sihai's fist did not miss this time, but landed lightly on the wooden dummy behind Chen Changqing.

High-quality wood, dried in the shade, paulownia foam.

Although it is wood, its hardness is no worse than that of steel, and it is even better in terms of toughness.

However, it was such a top-notch wooden dummy, which fell with Wen Sihai's light punch, as if there was a bomb buried in the wooden dummy.

Hearing "Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the hard wooden dummy stakes were directly scattered into sawdust all over the sky, and he looked at Chen Changqing, who was no more than three meters away from him and had been forced to a corner.

Wen Sihai couldn't help grinning, and he raised his withered arm again.

But different from being as nimble as a willow leaf before, Wen Sihai's punch was fast, even faster than Long Wenshu's!

As if a gust of wind hit, Chen Changqing's body sank instinctively.

Under the stimulation of the body, the thick arm comparable to the calf of an adult is raised.

"boom!"

As Wen Sihai's fist landed on the forearm, the skin as tough as rhinoceros hide rippled, and a sharp force pierced Chen Changqing's forearm directly, and exploded with the residual strength of Wen Sihai's fist. open.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, Chen Changqing's eyes flickered, and hot turbid air spewed out from his nasal cavity.

The casserole-sized fist was clenched tightly, and hot airflow wrapped around his arms.

Following this shout, like a raging volcano erupting, it was too late to change his moves, Fu Ling's heart came, and Chen Changqing, who was in a tiger-style horse stance, subconsciously threw a straight punch.

This punch was extremely smooth, as if something had been broken in my heart.

And on the other side, half-open eyelids lifted.

Wen Sihai looked a little surprised, but more surprised.

Feeling Chen Changqing's mighty punch, especially the hot breath coming towards his face, Mr. Wen withdrew his fist, wrapped Chen Changqing's fist with his left hand, and held Chen Changqing's wrist with his right hand.

Wen Sihai, who is less than 1.6 meters tall, hugs Chen Changqing's arm like a koala.

With the power of this straight punch, Wen Sihai was thrown halfway across the football field.

Seeing the scorching heat not far away, his body has reached 1.9 meters eight, his body is full of muscles and muscles, like a muscular monster in a hot copper furnace, Wen Sihai shook his hot palm on the one hand, and beat his chest on the other. old waist.

The ravines are vertical and horizontal, and the wrinkled old face is full of emotion and contempt, just like an ordinary old man:

"I'm old and I can't move anymore. Young people nowadays really don't understand what it means to respect the old and love the young. I'm 78 this year, old man, and I'm still so ruthless."

On the other side, the blood in the body was churning, and the pain in the arm was even more burning.

What the old man Wen Sihai said made Chen Changqing instinctively want to complain that a 78-year-old old man should look like a 78-year-old old man, looking at the cracked ground and the broken wooden man pile.

Chen Changqing really didn't know how the other party had the nerve to tell him to respect the old and love the young.

With the opponent's strength, [-]% of the young people are afraid that they will be punched by him, but recalling the opponent's seemingly light but extremely powerful fist, Chen Changqing couldn't help but feel a little more puzzled:
"Uncle Wen, that punch just now?"

He really didn't understand how Wen Sihai did it. It seemed that he had a special power-generating technique, concentrating all the power at one point and bursting out. It was somewhat similar to the Hua-jin in the novels he read before, but it didn't feel quite like it. .

Facing Chen Changqing's question, the old man smiled and shook his head, with an insignificant modesty:

"It's nothing, this is a little skill that I have accumulated over the years, and it is slightly better than that of my stupid apprentice."

And looking at Chen Changqing who still wants to ask questions?
Wen Sihai waved his hand. He didn't explain too much, but just glanced at it lightly, and said as if pointing:

"Okay, don't talk about this. Be careful when you go to Nihong in two days. The people there are not very good, but there are still some masters. I don't know the real masters, but there are a few fake masters like me. "

Chen Changqing was stunned for a moment, looking at the old Wen Sihai in front of him, he couldn't help but took a deep breath:

"Thank you, Uncle, for reminding me."

Before, I was curious about why Wen Sihai, who was an uncle, wanted to fight with him.

Thinking about it now, the other party is beating himself, making him understand that there are people beyond others, and there is a sky beyond the sky.

Neon is different from Bay Island. Although many people on the Internet call Neon a dog of Yingjiang, they have to admit that this dog is still capable.

Starting with the Plaza Accord, Neon entered a decade of decline, then 20, 30 years.

Maybe another 40, 50 years.

Even so, Neon's GDP in 2015 was still the third in the world.

In the early 90s, that is, in 2010, the GDP of Neon exceeded that of flower growers, and it was not even until [-] that the GDP of rabbits officially surpassed that of Neon.

It is a tiny place, but there are more than 1 million people living there.

Cruel society, fierce competition, and the worship of the strong in the bones.

Although I don't want to admit it, Neon is definitely more dangerous than Bay Island.

Seeing Chen Changqing's gradually dignified eyes, Wen Sihai nodded approvingly in his heart. He knew that Chen Changqing had already taken this matter to heart, but on the surface he looked disgusted:

"Okay, don't be so polite, I don't have so many rules here, just get the hell out of me after eating the dumplings!"

The elders are like this, Hong Zhen is like this, and so is Wen Sihai.

It seems to be indifferent, but in fact it has a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart.

(End of this chapter)