In the era of martial arts, the boiling anticipation

Chapter 4 The thunder cannon exploded, and the front was shaken

"I'm stupid, brother, are you too fierce!"

Ge Li trotted all the way to chase him out, looking at Gu Heng who was leaning on a tree by the roadside, he couldn't hide his excitement.

Gu Heng took out a cigarette and was about to light it when he heard Ge Li's voice behind him.

He turned his head with a cigarette in his mouth, raised his eyebrows, and went straight in.

"What about the money?"

Ge Li patted him on the back, laughed loudly and said:

"I can't do without you! Go eat first, I invite you!"

Gu Heng's eyes popped, and he quickly removed the cigarette from his mouth before spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Ge Li exclaimed:
"I'm stupid, hurt so badly? Go! Follow me to the hospital!"

Looking at the pool of blood on the bottom of his feet and the red cigarette in his hand, Gu Heng, who was used to being poor, felt distressed, and he sighed.

"Take it easy, it costs 30 yuan a pack."

"When the fuck is it, are you still talking about cigarettes?"

Ge Li thought this kid was crazy.

My physical condition is so bad that I still want to smoke?
Gu Heng frowned and lit the fire, barely took two puffs, the smoke mixed with the smell of blood made his nose uncomfortable and his mouth was full of astringent taste.

He twitched his nostrils, slammed his mouth, and then turned his head to look at Ge Li.

"I can't die anyway, what hospital should I go to? Let's go to eat."

In Gu Heng's life, the hospital is the most disgusting thing, because it reminds him of the past, the past that he doesn't want to recall.

"Still eat?"

"Someone treats me and I don't want to eat?"

Gu Heng looked Ge Li up and down with the look of a fool, wondering if the second generation ancestor really had something in his head.

He speculated maliciously:
Damn, sure enough, if you have more money, your brain will become stupid.

This fucking is called a yes!Abandon!have!have to!

Ge Li was completely overwhelmed by this man's logic, he sighed, raised his hands, and gave up resistance.

"All right, all right, your old man is right, let's go."

Gu Heng nodded, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and followed behind Ge Li.

After barely taking three puffs, he really couldn't bear the smell, so he could only finish the cigarette with a bitter face, and then flicked the cigarette butt into the trash can not far away.

Ge Li noticed his movements and said casually:
"Having lung disease and pumping so vigorously, what the hell are you doing, is this thing so cool?"

Gu Heng froze for a moment, then patted the soot on his hands.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Damn it, it hurts a lot. This is a bad habit, don't learn it."

"Oh……"

Ge Li heard the strangeness in his words, didn't ask any more, but turned around as if nothing had happened, and continued to lead the way.

During the battle just now, Gu Heng's clothes on his upper body were torn to pieces by Yinhun, and the soles of his shoes were also cracked, making a rattling sound when he walked.

After walking for a while, Ge Li couldn't help turning his head.

"You are a martial arts practitioner, you live in a similar place, and you smoke almost a cigarette, I can understand that too.

Why are these guys on him so rubbish? "

Gu Heng shook his sleeves, and the tattered clothes floated in the night sky, like a piece of rag. Walking on the road with such a dignified appearance, even a dog wanted to donate two yuan.

He frankly replied:

"No Money."

Gu Heng has always been like this. Although he is poor, he is so poor that he is aboveboard and justified.

Ge Li sneered:
"If you can't make money with your skills, who else in the world would work hard to practice boxing?"

Gu Heng casually mentioned:
"spent."

Where are the flowers?

Noticing that the cigarette butt was burning faster, Ge Li didn't ask any more questions, but shook his head helplessly:

"Okay, let's go buy some clothes for practicing."

Aware of Gu Heng's suspicious look, Ge Li jumped angrily and said:
"Don't fucking look at it, I will give it to you, and I won't charge you!"

"Oh, that's fine."

Gu Heng groaned, and put the cigarette that was between his fingers back into his mouth.

Griton felt his eyes widened.

In his life, he had never seen such a stingy character, and while sighing, he couldn't help feeling a little indescribable admiration.

Although he came from a wealthy background, Ge Li possesses empathy that is extremely rare in this era.

Even so, he really couldn't imagine what kind of hardships this person had to live in before in order to develop such a temperament.

Due to the prosperity of martial arts in this world, there are a wide variety of professional shops selling related supplies near the second arena.

For warriors, clothes and shoes are consumables, and Ge Li was unambiguous, ordering ten sets of training clothes and martial arts shoes for Gu Heng with a wave of his hand.

All are produced by Jingchuan Island's largest equipment manufacturing company, one of the five leading forces, Changjing Group.

Although these equipment can only be regarded as the middle reaches of the "cost-effective" in the industrial chain of Changjing Group, the quality is not comparable to that of Gu Heng.

After receiving such a large order, the store manager smiled from ear to ear, and promised with his chest that they would deliver the things safely and safely.

Changing into a black martial arts uniform, Gu Heng followed Ge Li to the hotpot restaurant.

Ge Li noticed that Gu Heng's complexion was much better than when he came out just now, although he still coughed constantly, there was no trace of blood.

Ge Li could only blame Gu Heng himself for this strange performance. Perhaps, this kid is the kind of martial arts genius who is born with strong muscles and bones.

No wonder, at such a young age, he has such attainments in martial arts.

Maybe, he is still one of those legendary evolutionary people with supernatural powers.

Hey, no wonder this kid has lung disease and dares to smoke like this.

Gu Heng didn't know anything about Ge Li's thoughts.The focus of his two eyes is only on the various meats that are boiling in the pot.

Knowing Ge Li's wealth, Gu Heng didn't mean to be polite.

He Gu was risking his life today, so what if he had a meal and received some gifts?
After eating a few plates of meat, Ge Li picked up vegetables from the pot, and still couldn't help asking curiously:

"That old guy, Yinhun, is a bit weird. Brother Gu, is there really a medicine for rejuvenating youth in this world?"

Gu Heng raised his head, squinted at him, and continued to bury his head in eating meat.

"Rejuvenate? It's just a way to eat enough food and drink poison to quench thirst."

Then, he turned his head to look at Ge Li, and asked bluntly:

"I'll take half of the money for fighting today. If you're free, help me find out where these medicines come from."

This is the first time that Ge Li saw such a serious and serious expression on Gu Heng's face.

He could even hear the jerkyness in Gu Heng's words - this kid definitely seldom asks for help.

Ge Li waved his hand and said angrily:

"I'm short of you, right? That's fine. We've shared weal and woe. It's nothing to help you. Don't mention this in the future. It's a shame.

After saying this, Greg paused, and then muttered a few words in a low voice, his voice was vague.

"What's more, the old man..."

Gu Heng nodded, and said again:
"If you still have this kind of work in the future, you can call me directly and I will give you a [-]% discount. My phone number is..."

[-]% off [-]. You can fucking say it?

Ge Li resisted the desire to complain, and after saving Gu Heng's number, he taught in a tone of someone who has experienced it:
"Old Gu, that's the right thing. There are coming and going, this is called human affection, isn't it?

If you knew more about this, with your skills, why are you still hanging out in the Southern District? "

Gu Heng chuckled and ate his meat.

Although the breathing method he cultivated is peculiar and can make the injury recover faster, but the consumption is real and must be supplemented by eating.

Seeing that Gu Heng didn't intend to speak any more, Ge Li also tactfully picked up food and drinks, as if it was to celebrate today's victory.

It's just that after the joy dissipated at the beginning, depression appeared between his brows again.

When Gu Heng raised his head, the young man was flushed and drunk on the table, murmuring indistinctly:

"Father... I can, I can do it..."

It's chores again, troublesome.

Gu Heng just glanced at it, then looked away, and concentrated on dealing with the boiled vegetables in the pot. The parents of these rich people are short-sighted, so he really has no interest at all.

Just as he was eating three plates of No.20 fresh-cut beef, there was a sudden noise outside.

Gu Heng swallowed the beef cooking in the pot in one gulp, put down his chopsticks, opened the door and walked out.

Ge Liding's is a private room, located in the deepest part of the whole hot pot restaurant, so Gu Heng can see clearly what happened when he goes out.

I saw a dozen or so strong and strong men forming a group at the front desk, making a fuss, as if they were looking for someone?

Although they were all unarmed, their bodies were full of ferocious aura. They were obviously people who were used to fighting to the death.

After seeing Gu Heng walk out of the private room door,
A majestic figure came out more and more like a dragon and a tiger.

He was half a head taller than Gu Heng, wearing a sleeveless motorcycle jacket, his muscles were bulging high, filling the jacket to its fullest.

The jeans on the lower body are also quite tight, and a pair of high-top leather boots are on the feet. The whole person looks fashionable and stylish.

The tall man raised his eyelids, pointed at Gu Heng, and said indifferently to the waiter at the front desk:
"Okay, this is the person I'm looking for."

The receptionist glanced helplessly at Gu Heng, as if asking him why he came out at this time.

Gu Heng pointed to himself in surprise:

"Find me?"

The tall man crossed his arms and said coldly:

"Your name is Gu Heng? You helped that guy, Ge Li, win back the bar?"

Hearing these words, Gu Heng consciously understood the other party's intention.

He squinted his eyes and bent his arms slightly. Although he seemed to be relaxed, the muscles in his body were already tightened like bowstrings, tense and ready to go.

"Looking for trouble?"

Gu Heng looked around, and after noticing the terrified faces of the diners around him, he raised his thumb and pointed out the door:

"Let's go out and talk, don't mess up the boss's territory."

The tall man wanted to say something, but after seeing Gu Heng's indifferent expression, he changed his mind and showed a slightly provocative smile.

"You have only fought once, can you fight again?"

Gu Heng didn't bother to answer this kind of question at all, but generously left his back to the man, and walked out of the shop in a hurry.

interesting.

The tall man Zhang Fang's eyes moved.

He licked his lips, signaled the younger brothers behind him to wait for him to come back, and followed Gu Heng out.

When they came to the wide parking lot outside the door, the two stood opposite each other.

Zhang Fang moved his hands forward and backward, his body center of gravity was lowered, his whole body was like a cannon stand, and his whole body was full of dryness like gunpowder.

Seeing this posture, Gu Heng's eyes lit up slightly, and asked:

"Cannon foot pile, cannon fist?"

Zhang Fang smiled proudly.

"Paoquan, Zhang Fang. Thanks to the love of the brothers on the road, call me 'Thunder Pao'."

Paoquan is a new kind of boxing in modern times, strictly speaking, it is also a kind of pictographic boxing.

But it is not like the ancient boxing method, simulating the spirit of the animal shape, but referring to the principle of the cannon, which is like gunpowder exploding in the chamber, and the shell protrudes instantly, and its nature is extremely fierce.

Although due to the development of genetic medicine and the popularization of martial arts, modern martial arts masters emerge in endlessly, and can even influence state affairs, but this does not mean that guns and artillery will withdraw from the stage of history.

On the contrary, due to the improvement of the controller's physical fitness, the design idea of ​​thermal weapons has gradually moved towards a heavy-duty route.

Especially for some styles specially designed for warriors, their caliber and power have reached an astonishing level, and the recoil force is even greater. It is difficult for ordinary people to lift this kind of firearms.

The object of Paoquan's form and meaning is precisely such a heavy artillery.

This is also the inevitable trend of the development of the times.

The progress of warriors will promote the expansion of the power of weapons, and these amazingly powerful weapons will also become part of martial arts. To a certain extent, the two complement each other.

Paojiao pile is the unique pile method of Paoquan.

It is said that this pile method has been practiced to a high level, and it can withstand the terrible recoil brought by the continuous bombardment of Qianjun artillery, which shows the stability of its base.

Only such a foot can support the powerful lethality of Paoquan!

In modern times, this kind of boxing can be regarded as a big boxing style, and there are almost countless practitioners, and the unique gunpowder explosive strength practiced in Paoquan is also the precursor of many advanced boxing techniques.

Hearing Zhang Fang's self-introduction, Gu Heng raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and put on a fist.

"Sun Bin boxing, Gu Heng, learned the lesson."

Once the boxing was completed, Gu Heng's aura suddenly changed. In Zhang Fang's eyes, he seemed to lose his human form suddenly. From the sickly body, a skinny tiger jumped out, with strong muscles, strong bones, and full of strength. It was fierce, almost violent.

Zhang Fang laughed, and squeezed his big palm into a fist, and the veins stretched out on that thick arm, like a boa constrictor entangled and strangled.

He exhaled, his throat rolled, and the roar of artillery burst out from his chest and abdomen. Immediately, a fierce "door opener" rushed out and hit Gu Heng's chest.

It was as if countless gunpowder exploded in his body, and the explosive force was restrained under the flesh, turning into a violent force that could not be resisted.

Before the punch came, the wind of the punch had already made Gu Heng's eyelids feel heavy, his hair was blowing back even more, and even the fine hair on his face was curled up.

That doesn't look like a fist, but a cannonball wrapped in flames!

So strong!

Gu Heng's eyes flashed brightly, this was the most violent punch he had ever faced since his debut.

Although he was limited by his lung disease, he couldn't fight for a long time, so he had to take a fierce and violent way in order to win as soon as possible.

But as time passed, Gu Heng also really liked this bold and fast fighting style.

Therefore, when Gu Heng saw this master whose boxing style was similar to his own, Gu Heng made up his mind to fight the opponent head-on!
The young man's footsteps moved lightly, his shoulder muscles agitated, as if being supported by some invisible thing, his whole arm grew several inches, like a stretched arm of an ape, with a long stroke, he swung it round and round on his open forearm.

Sun Bin's four-frame ape arm cold draw!

Arms collided and the air exploded.

The terrifying sound like a tire burst exploded!

Whether it was the pedestrians passing by or the diners in the restaurant, they had to cover their ears at this moment, and at the same time moved their eyes to the two figures.

In the frontal bombardment, Zhang Fang only felt that the opponent's fist was extremely sharp, like a whip whip, or a knife chopping with a sword, even this iron arm that had been hammered and honed was aching.

He was shocked.

As a boxer who has mastered the flesh, he was overwhelmed by this person in the most confident field of explosive power! ?

Zhang Fang first moved his lower five fingers to confirm that the bones were fine, and then looked at Gu Heng who was standing there coughing.

Every successful boxing master has a wonderful and moving past.

Without being polished by the torrent of the secular world, how can you cultivate a shocking spirit, and how can you strike a harmonious and unimpeded boxing technique?

Zhang Fang is very clear about this truth.

Therefore, he was really curious about what this young man had gone through to develop such a vigorous boxing technique and develop such a boxing spirit.

Although Gu Heng's face is thin and haggard, he is also unkempt, with unshaven beard and messy hair, making it difficult to tell his age.

Ge Li always felt that he had at least a 23.

Zhang Fang could tell that this person was only in his early 20s at most, and he might even be only eighteen or nineteen years old.

So small, can punch four ends?
Feeling the pain from his hand, Zhang Fang smiled.

He laughed ferociously.

The fleshy face was twisted into a ball, and the veins were stretched out, and the fighting spirit was already boiling in that male body.

There is no doubt that this is a formidable opponent.

But Zhang Fang never shot again.

After a while, even the strong fighting spirit dissipated.

He straightened his neck, and said a blunt sentence to Gu Heng:

"You still have hidden wounds on your lungs. After you heal your wounds, change to another place. Let's have a fair fight!"

Wiping the corners of his mouth, Gu Heng said firmly:
"You are not from the Black Bones Gang."

Gu Heng originally thought that this group of people were Yinhun's subordinates, and they came here to seek revenge on him, but as soon as Zhang Fang said this, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

This man was clearly a pure warrior.

Zhang Fang spat and said proudly:
"What kind of hairy things are the Black Bones Gang? I'm from Tongdetang!"

Tongdetang?
Gu Heng's pupils shrank slightly.

This name is truly known to everyone in Yangcheng, and everyone knows it.

Over the years, when the forces of the coalition government have shrunk in an all-round way and can only rule the central area, the overall order of Yangcheng is barely maintained by the forces of the major gangs.

Tongdetang is the control center.

Being able to maintain order means that they have the right to distribute the big cake in Yangcheng.

Therefore, Ge Shugen, the hall master of Tongde Hall, is also honored as the leader of Yangcheng's underground forces.

In the boundary of Yangcheng, the citizens have long been accustomed to the mutual learning between warriors, and even regard it as a kind of entertainment similar to juggling. Once there is something lively to watch, the crowd of onlookers immediately increases.

Looking at the situation, Zhang Fang said impatiently:
"Our old Zhang doesn't have the habit of being treated like a monkey by others, so let's talk after we go in, whether it will work or not."

Gu Heng also saw that this person was not malicious, so he took him back to the private room where Ge Li was.

After regaining consciousness a little bit, Ge Li opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Zhang Fang who was sitting next to him without getting angry.

He was startled, and jumped up suddenly, almost overturning the whole table.

"Uncle Zhang, why are you here!"

Zhang Fang sneered, did not reply at all, but pouted to the side.

Ge Li immediately understood what he meant, turned his head to look at Gu Heng who was still eating meat, and said with an apologetic smile:
"Old Gu, why don't you go back first, and I'll ask someone to transfer the money to your account later?"

Gu Heng glanced at the two of them, nodded, put down his chopsticks, stood up, and walked out the door neatly.

It's troublesome at first glance, let's go first.

As soon as Gu Heng left, Zhang Fang asked immediately:
"Brat, where did you find such an expert? Grandma, I almost capsized in his hands today."

Ge Li cheerfully replied:

"Uncle Zhang, if you want to ask this, then there is no need to chatter. Good guy, we are really lucky this time..."

(End of this chapter)