Rebirth of the Evil Life

terrible! this is too scary!

This is simply non-human power! No, this is not strength. If it is strength, crushing such a hard wooden stake to pieces will inevitably cause serious injuries to the fist.

After all, people are made of meat, not steel. But forces are interactive. The Stake Man received such a terrible attack, scarred, and Zheng Zha's right hand was intact as before. This must be abnormal.

This can only be said to be the function of internal forces. Let his fist not completely touch the stake man, so the fist is fine!

Internal force! What a terrible internal force!

Jin Yong also walked over at this moment, carefully looked at the wooden stake man, and then held Zheng Zha's hand, as if holding a royal jade seal, carefully looking at it for a long time.

"Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Unbelievable!" Jin Yong said three unbelievable words in a row.

This is incredible! The destructive power displayed by Zheng Zha made Jin Yong speechless. Originally, he had an inner evaluation of internal power, Lin Feng's internal power. I think it is probably the so-called "Neijia Breath" type, that is, the type of Wing Chun Cun Jin, perhaps even more powerful.

Of course, nowadays, Wing Chun Jin Jin can be practiced very rarely. After all, in today's society, everyone is lazy. The side effect of technological civilization is that people become lazy.

Martial arts training is even more impacted. In the Republic of China, there are still many martial artists. After the founding of the country, it was even less.

The terrible destructive power Zheng Zha showed at this moment was far beyond Jin Yong's imagination.

"Is this internal strength! This is terrible!" Jin Yong exclaimed.

This is enough to cause devastating damage to the human body.

"Shao Feng, can this be like in the novel, can you shoot a few meters away with a palm? Also, is this three-inch thick body really angry?" The three of Li Zekai surrounded Zheng Zha with a single face. Amazed.

Various martial arts moves came out of their mouths.

"Will you drop the eighteen palms of the dragon?"

"Where is that sad ecstasy palm?"

"Also, will the Flying Fairy from the outside world?"

"Bah, that's Gu Long's, but it's not in the book of Old Man Jin. Have you read the book? Is there any Qishangquan?"

"Does Tianshan Zhemei have any hands?"

"No, no, the most powerful thing is the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, is there any?"

. . . . . .

The three of them babbled endlessly there. Zheng Zha was surrounded by the three, with a look of helplessness. Although he could easily break free of the three of them, but now it is not before, and his internal strength has not been able to manage freely. He horribly shocked the three of them. As for the grappling hands, this technique is too heavy, and He Ge is not suitable for these three people.

After all, the three of them didn't do much, they were just too excited. Just like a fan seeing an idol, this, you can't let Zheng Zha hurt your "fan"!

"Okay, okay, why are the three of you suddenly gossiping!" Lin Feng shook his head helplessly, "Also, none of what you said is! You have also dropped the eighteen palms of the dragon, so please show your brains. If this one can play a golden dragon, then it will be a cultivating immortal!" Lin Feng pulled the three of them away.

Lin Feng naturally looked forward to and fantasized about the moves in these martial arts novels, but this fantasy is a fantasy. Just the current internal force, or the understanding of internal force, wanting to play "Jianglong Eighteen Palms" or other martial arts in martial arts novels, that is idiotic dreaming.

"Father, what do you think?" Lin Feng smiled, "Are you interested in getting out of the world and writing another book?"

Write another one? Jin Yong smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"I'm old and can't write anymore. I don't need to use my mind now. If you let me write now, I am afraid I can write one or two hundred thousand words a year." Jin Yong shook his head, "No way. , People are worthless when they are old!"

Lin Feng smiled.

"Look, all this internal force has come out. Don't you have any telepathy or impulse?" Lin Feng smiled.

"If you can play a complete set of Jianglong Eighteen Palms and Golden Dragon, I might be impulsive. This, I am shocked, but I don't have the desire to write!" Jin Yong sighed helplessly and joked.

In fact, Jin Yong was naturally touched by Lin Feng's internal force. With such a real example here, his martial arts novels can be more real. It is impossible to say that there is no impulse.

auzw.com But, he can’t write anymore. I really can't write this. He is old, really old. This person, do everything as early as possible. Otherwise, if you want to do it again when you are old, you won't have the energy and time.

"Old Jin, this golden dragon can't be played, but I have figured out a set of the eighteen palms of the dragon. Otherwise, if I make a set, you should feel like'eighteen palms of the dragon.' Then you will come out again and write again!" Lin Feng smiled, "If it doesn't look like it, then treat me like a fart!"

Jin Yong shook his head helplessly. Lin Feng, this guy still speaks so uncivilized, so straightforward, but okay, who made this kid look pleasing.

"Okay! As long as you can type the elephant, I will consider writing it!" Jin Yong said with a smile.

"Okay, you are always optimistic! This trick is that Kang Long has regrets!" Lin Feng walked to the center, put his posture, propped up the sky with his left hand, made a round with his right palm, and patted it out with one palm.

"Bump!" With a muffled sound, Lin Feng's palm slapped the Stake Man firmly. With a muffled sound, his palm moved away, leaving a clear palm print on it.

drink! Everyone exclaimed.

This palm is three points deeper than Zheng Zha's full punch before. But Zheng Zha is a special force among special forces, what about Lin Feng? A businessman who eats, drinks and has fun, but the Bits are still very powerful. This is too exaggerated!

"This is the most unpretentious and unpretentious'Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Dropping' without any gimmicks, Jin Lao, look at the most attractive'Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Dropping'!" Lin Feng smiled, and then he slapped a man with both hands. The dazzling palm technique came, from left to right, from front to back, from up and down, vaguely let people see it as if a dragon was swallowing clouds and fog.

"Drink! Kang Long has regrets!" Lin Feng shouted violently, pushing his hands forward flatly.

"Dragon! Golden Dragon! Feng Shao has played the Golden Dragon!" Zheng Zhiheng exclaimed.

"Oh my God! It's really the Golden Dragon!" Li Zekai covered his mouth with both hands, unable to believe what he saw before his eyes.

"Brother Feng, you will always be my brother! This is so handsome!" Tang Jiacheng almost cried.

He had never thought that in his lifetime, he would actually see someone playing the "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon"! This is true! A golden dragon soared in the sky, and in the next second, like a blue dragon exiting a cave, an angry dragon soaring into the sky, it slammed into the wooden stake man.

"Bang~~~~" This time, the sound was particularly alarming. Everyone felt deafening and their faces were numb.

After a puff of smoke passed, look at the wooden stake man again. Everyone was stunned!

This momentum is so great, everyone thinks, this is not a palm to smash this wooden stake, at least the palm print will be particularly deep. As a result, looking at it at the moment, there are no palm prints.

It is to leave a layer of pale golden fine dust that can be seen only when you look carefully.

As for the Stakeholders, they don't move at all!

Good guys! This is really empty and silent.

"I said, this is a gimmick. After all, it's so far away. If you can hit something, then there will be a ghost!" Lin Feng shrugged, "But this is a special study to be handsome!"

Correct! Really handsome, super handsome! So handsome! This is a man who wants to learn! This move is a golden dragon directly! This is so handsome!

"Brother Feng, can I learn?" Tang Jiacheng looked excited.

No man can refuse such a handsome move.

Lin Feng smiled.

"This study can naturally be learned. However, this one must be talented. There is a saying: genius is 99% of sweat plus 1% of talent. Of course, there is more behind this. In a word, if you don't have that one percent talent, it's more important than the ninety-nine percent of sweat!" Lin Feng smiled.

Tang Jia was stunned. Could it be that I can't learn this by myself?

"In fact, I have checked this sentence. Edison, a big liar, has never said this sentence. His famous quote is the previous sentence, not the latter one. This sentence is definitely not what he said. He gave it to him. In the image of the world, it is impossible for him to say this sentence. This is a self-destructive image. After all, what he gave the world is a hardworking scientist. He is not Stella! Second, this sentence came from the earliest. Where is it?" Lin Feng shrugged, "To be precise, it is a rumor that spread in the information age after the explosion of the Internet age in the 21st century. This sentence is a poor worm's response to duck-feeding education under a certain system of education. A kind of complaints, a catharsis of dissatisfaction with the current education system."

Lin Feng sighed.

"However, when this sentence was spread out, it was resonated by many people. Everyone began to say this sentence. As a result, over time, the rumor became the truth and became Edison's famous saying!" Lin Feng Exclaimed, "In fact, this sentence was first spoken by Edison in 1903, and then it was published in the Harper Monthly in the United States in September 1932, and it gradually became widely known. Finally, it reached the modern age and was recognized by the Chinese. Falsify the rumors!"

Everyone looked sideways. Naturally, they had heard of this sentence, but they didn't expect that it was also a rumor. But it must be said that it is really deeply rooted in the hearts of the people!

"Of course, I think this sentence is correct! Just like the story of the ugly duckling, if you think about it carefully, in the end, why did the ugly duckling become a white swan?" Lin Feng shrugged, "because it is a child of the white swan. So, sometimes, no matter how hard you put in, your innate conditions determine your lower limit!"

Lin Feng sighed. In fact, your birth determines your upper limit, not your lower limit. It's just that these words are too cruel.

(Today are two, continue tomorrow! Thank you for your support!) (To be continued.)