left side doctor

53. On the man who untie the bell

"No!" Wang Pengyu's estimate of Heihu's spirituality was high enough, and he never thought that Heihu was so smart that he could watch him punch and steal from him!

Heihu's blood energy is extremely strong, although he can't cultivate Qi Jin like a human being, but his naturally strong physique can be compared with that of a martial artist.

It is said that the strength of the fierce tiger's front paws is as great as two thousand catties, which is even higher than that of ordinary dark-strength martial artists. Can compete with the tiger of the king of beasts!

Especially the golden-backed tiger mastiff, which is a different type of tiger mastiff, Wang Pengyu used his eyes to observe its situation, and could even see the light red blood coming out of its body, and the huge energy of swallowing ten catties of meat every day was accumulated In such a small body, one can see how terrifying it would be if it erupted.

Wang Pengyu, a martial artist at the peak of Ming Jin, looks thin and thin, weighing more than 140 catties, which means about three catties of meat every day, far inferior to Heihu.

Once such a fierce beast learns the martial arts, Wang Pengyu really can't imagine what it will be like. I am afraid that only a master of transformation like grandpa can suppress it?

Wang Pengyu practiced tiger-shaped boxing deliberately at a slower speed. It seems that tiger-shaped boxing and black tiger are the most suitable, otherwise it would not have seen the tiger-shaped boxing and suddenly imitated it.

Sure enough, while Wang Pengyu was hitting, the black tiger would imitate clumsily. Sometimes he stopped and turned his head sideways to think about it. After Wang Pengyu hit several times in a row, the movements that he couldn't imitate could be slightly changed, and the movements combined with four claws However, the fluttering, biting, and slapping are all accompanied by whistling wind, and their strength is strong. It can be seen that their strength is not much worse than that of ordinary bright warriors.

Wang Pengyu believed that even if Tang Jiajun's Tibetan mastiff were to fight the black tiger now, the outcome would be five or five at most, but that Tibetan mastiff was already at its peak state, and Ah Hu was just a two-month-old "young mastiff" , There is still a terrible room for growth.

He "taught" Heihu how to practice boxing, and he taught him for the whole morning.

After dropping out of school, Wang Pengyu did all the housework like cooking. He rode his bicycle to the market to buy vegetables, prepared lunch for his grandfather and grandson, and meat for Hei Hu, a big eater.

If Wang Pengyu hadn't made some small fortunes recently, he might not be able to support this guy.

He had just left the entrance of the village when five or six heavy locomotives roared by.

Wang Pengyu was also a little surprised why these people came to the village. The motorcycles suddenly turned halfway and retreated with a bang. A Yamaha with white smoke passed over Wang Pengyu's bicycle. A black arc was left on the ground, blocking Wang Pengyu horizontally.

Several other locomotives also stopped, surrounding Wang Pengyu in the middle of the road.

The locomotive blocking Wang Pengyu's way was a tall woman with a full helmet, and she couldn't see her face clearly. The remaining few locomotives had two people in one car, and there were as many as 11 people in total, all of whom were young girls.

Wang Pengyu was stunned for a moment: "Could it be that they are Zhang Jinglei, the flying girl gang that Brother Du mentioned?"

The woman who stopped Wang Pengyu took off her helmet, took out a photo from the pocket behind her tight buttocks, looked at Wang Pengyu for a while, and then frowned and said, "You are Wang Pengyu?"

Wang Pengyu also looked at the other party, only to see a popular black breath on the woman's lower body.

She was wearing a tight-fitting black t-shirt, but it was short enough to reveal half of her flat and clean belly. There was a shiny white spar nailed to the belly button, and the high and raised twin peaks almost stretched the t-shirt. She was generally ragged, and she was wearing a short-sleeved dark blue denim jacket, which made her look even more rebellious.

With Xinchao's incomparable attire, flamboyant oval face and long flowing hair tied into a ponytail, Wang Pengyu has to admit that this woman is definitely the girl of heaven who will fascinate thousands of men.

Seeing the other party take out his own photo from the tight back pocket, Wang Pengyu couldn't help feeling weird, but he still frowned and said, "What are you, why are you blocking my way?"

The woman snorted, put the photo back into her pocket, and said coldly: "You are the one who made my grandpa forget about food and drink, sister wants to compete with you!"

Wang Pengyu was inexplicable: "What is your grandfather? What is the competition?"

A woman in red on the left of Wang Pengyu laughed coquettishly: "Nonsense! It must be a competition of medical skills. With your small body, you can compete with the eldest sister. I am not afraid that the eldest sister will kick you to the Dongping River!"

Another woman asked curiously: "Do you think the eldest sister can win?"

"I'm sure I'll win! Last time I came here, my stomach hurt to death. My eldest sister gave me a few needles in the head and it's all right. It's much better than those doctors in the hospital." A woman cried out excitedly.

For a while, these women chattered extremely actively.

Wang Pengyu suddenly came to his senses: "Are you the granddaughter of Zhang Santai?"

Zhang Jinglei snorted: "You are not stupid enough! My sister wants to compete with you in acupuncture and moxibustion, and see if you dare to talk nonsense about eight needles inside and eight needles outside. Let my grandfather think about this all day long, and he will become thinner in a few days." How many catties!"

Wang Pengyu really didn't think about this. This woman is at least 20 years old, and Zhang Santai looks only over 50. Doesn't it mean that he gave birth to a son when he was seventeen or eighteen, and his son also gave birth to her when he was seventeen or eighteen?

Knowing the purpose of the other party's visit, Wang Pengyu shook his head and said: "Get out of the way, there is nothing like it, I have to sell vegetables and cook."

The woman in red kindly reminded Wang Pengyu: "Little friend, my sister advises you to try acupuncture with the eldest sister obediently. The eldest sister has a bad temper. She is the most powerful fourth-degree black belt master in our Taekwondo gym. She is angry. Maybe I'll beat you up."

In line with the words of the woman in red, Zhang Jinglei clenched her fist and made a slight cracking sound, condescendingly looking down at Wang Pengyu like a proud and aggressive little hen.

Wang Pengyu has practiced Qi Cultivation Technique quietly these days, and the evil spirit in his body has been dissolved a lot. The originally impatient mood calmed down, and he did not get angry. He smiled and asked, "So what if you compare, so what if you don't compare?"

Zhang Jinglei glanced at Wang Pengyu in surprise, she might not have expected him to remain calm, she nodded and said, "Be obedient and compete with me, if you lose, just go back with me and apologize to grandpa, saying that what you said that day was all bluffing." It's fine. But my sister doesn't take advantage of you, if you win..."

She thought for a while before saying: "Look at you, you can't find a girlfriend if you are stupid. If you win, the sisters here will introduce you casually. Only you have the ability to catch up with them. My sister agrees!"

A petite girl raised her hand excitedly and shouted: "Big Sister, Big Sister, introduce me to him! I just like such stupid men."

Wang Pengyu was speechless: "Are you done? Let me go when you're done. I'm going to buy vegetables."

Zhang Jinglei was stunned, not knowing whether Wang Pengyu was really dumb or pretending to be stupid, she raised her fist and said, "You don't believe that I am a black belt in Taekwondo?"

Wang Pengyu nodded: "I believe. Taekwondo is very good-looking, and it is very suitable for women to practice."

Zhang Jinglei raised her eyebrows, shouted coquettishly, stepped on the scooter support, then touched the ground with her toes, exerted strength with her waist, and rolled up from the scooter, with one long leg whipping towards Wang Pengyu's neck like a whip.