Starting Hong Kong Variety Show: My senior brother is Lingling Qi

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Liushou's figure was like a tiger, kicked off the ground with his right foot, rushed forward, and punched Zheng Jirong directly in front of him.

Zheng Jirong did not retreat but advanced, leaning towards Wu Liu's arms.

He moved and blocked, releasing the force of the punch, and hit Wu Liushou's right leg with the clenched right fist at his waist.

This punch was like a heavy hammer. If it hit, Wu Liu's hand and leg would be instantly disabled.

But at the critical moment, Wu Liu put his left leg on his knee and intercepted Zheng Jirong's punch.

This punch seemed to hit a steel plate, and Zheng Jirong's arm went numb instantly.

Wu Liushou seized the opportunity, and his fists and knees came like a sudden storm. Zheng Jirong was calm and kept turning his wrists to deflect Wu Liushou's offensive, and kept stepping back.

Then he grabbed the flaw in his chest and rushed towards Wu Liushou's chest with a forward kick. Wu Liushou was caught off guard and was kicked back several steps.

Zheng Jirong then exerted force with his feet, hooking, licking, and flicking his legs. His legs were like iron whips, forcing Wu Liushou to the corner almost instantly.

Wu Liu couldn't block it with his arms, and was hit by a whip kick on the left side of his face. He jumped directly to Zheng Jirong's feet despite the pain, and hugged his legs with both hands, trying to pull him down.

Zheng Jirong's legs were rooted to the ground like old trees, and his fists fell like raindrops on the back of Wu Liu's hands. Unexpectedly, Wu Liu's hands were not only strong, but also capable of being beaten. Offensive hugged Zheng Jirong and threw him aside.

Zheng Jirong slapped the back of Wu Liu's hand with his right palm and used the force in the air to twist and land smoothly.

Zheng Jirong frowned slightly as he looked at Wu Liushou in front of him, who was still breathing steadily even though his hair was covered with glory.

Although this old boy is not as fast as him, his strength is almost the same, and he is very muscular and can take a beating. It is not easy to take him down in a short time without a knife, but...

Zheng Jirong said solemnly: "Master Wu, you have to watch out for my next punch."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Jirong kicked the ground with his right foot, tensed his body like a long bow, and punched out like a spear, with his arms like the body of a spear, and his fist like the tip of a spear.

Wu Liu had no way to hide, so he had to put his arms together to block him. But after being hit by the punch, he felt a burst of air, which instantly knocked him eight or nine meters and hit him hard against the wall!

Wu Liushou's eyes went dark, and before he fell into unconsciousness, he moaned two words in a low voice: "Infuriating?"

…

Inside the Huangji Jingtian Fist Gym.

Zheng Jirong looked at Wu Liushou with a strange look on his face, his arms wrapped in bandages, his nose and face swollen.

"Mr. Zheng! Hero Zheng! As long as you are willing to teach me the secrets of Qi, no matter whether you are going up the mountain of swords or down into the sea of ​​fire, I, Wu Liushou, will never say a word!" Wu Liushou looked at Zheng Jirong with blazing eyes and said with confidence.

Unexpectedly, this old boy is still a martial arts fanatic.

Zheng Jirong thought for a moment and then said slowly: "Do you know what I do?"

"I know, Ayi already told me before you came."

"Okay, but the secret book of zhenqi that I practice is handed down exclusively by my master. Only my senior brother and I know it in the whole world. It is extremely precious..."

When Wu Liushou heard this, he knelt down with a clang and said sincerely: "I am willing to become your teacher. I just want the method of cultivating the true energy!"

Zheng Jirong quickly stood up and helped him up, "This is not necessary. You also know that I am a member of the club. As long as you are willing to stay by my side and obey my instructions for ten years, I will teach you the method of Qi cultivation in ten years." .”

When Wu Liushou heard this, he was overjoyed and said hurriedly: "I am willing, I will be less than forty in ten years, and I will be in my prime."

What? ! Are you in your twenties? !

Zheng Jirong looked in disbelief at Wu Liushou, who had a sinister face and a ferocious appearance in front of him. Some people would believe that he looked forty, but he was only in his twenties?

No wonder I have a mushroom head!

"Okay then, just rest for the next few days and come back to me to report after you recover from your injuries."

After saying that, Zheng Jirong took Ayi and prepared to leave.

"Wait!" A soft female voice came from the reception desk of the martial arts gym.

A tall, slender girl with a fresh and natural temperament trotted over.

"Sir, these are the clothes you just took off." Fanny held the coat that Zheng Jirong took off during the sparring session in her arms.

Zheng Jirong looked at her carefully. Well... her face was not as delicate as Amei's, and her figure was not as hot as Meng Luo's.

"Thank you." Zheng Jirong took the clothes and walked away with A Yi.

Only the fanny in the martial arts hall was left looking at Zheng Jirong's back worriedly.

…

inside the car.

Ayi looked at Zheng Jirong in the rearview mirror, who was resting with his eyes closed, and said hesitantly, "Brother Rong?"

"Um?"

"Is there really such a thing as true energy in this world? I always thought it was fictional in martial arts novels." Ayi asked.

"Yes, but not many people know it," Zheng Jirong said frankly, "What? I want to learn."

Ayi shook his head quickly and said, "I don't have any martial arts talent. I definitely won't be able to learn it."

"Just practice your ordinary fists and kicks well, don't be too ambitious."

In Zheng Jirong's impression, there were only two people he had ever seen who could practice Qi, himself and his senior brother.

His current abilities are probably not as good as those of his senior brother. In his memory, he has fought against his senior brother Linglingqi many times, and he always lost more than he won.

Hmm... If you encounter a strong enemy that you can't deal with here on Hong Kong Island, just call someone to bring your senior brother over.

…

Inside Mengluo Bar.

As soon as Zheng Jirong came in, he saw Meng Luo settling accounts in front of the bar. He strode over, took her hand and walked to the room on the second floor.

Meng Luo blushed and punched Zheng Jirong's arm, "I want to kill you. You want to do bad things in broad daylight! There are still guests!"

Zheng Jirong said without looking back: "The guests leave it to the waiter."

In the room, Zheng Jirong took off his coat and underwear, revealing his arms and back covered with bruises.

Meng Luo touched Zheng Jirong's arms distressedly, "A fight?"

"It's okay. I had a sparring session with a martial arts master and he was even more seriously injured."

Meng Luo rolled her eyes at him, pushed him down on the bed, then took out the safflower oil potion from the drawer, poured some on her hands, rubbed her hands together to generate heat, and then gently massaged Zheng Jirong's muscles to relax them.

Zheng Jirong buried his head in the pillow and moaned comfortably.

After Meng Luo finished massaging everything, Zheng Jirong almost fell asleep comfortably.

"Wait, you want to leave now?" Zheng Jirong said while looking at Mengluo who was about to leave.

Meng Luo turned around and glared at him charmingly, "The store will be busy later."

Zheng Jirong stood up and hugged her, "You can go back to work after I finish my work."

Mengluo blushed and pushed him away, "Wait, I'm going to wash my hands first."

…

After the clouds and rain pass,

Zheng Jirong lay on the bed and lit a cigarette. Mengluo beside him had disappeared. This beautiful girl took the bar business very seriously and dragged her sore legs down to greet the customers.

After successfully conquering Wu Liushou, a master, Zheng Jirong was excited but also a little puzzled. Why was Wu Liushou, who was so fierce, kicked more than ten meters away in the original film by a bastard who didn't know martial arts?

He really couldn't figure it out, maybe that's what nonsense comedy is.

Having said that, now that there are masters, the only difference between wanting to get to the top again is capital and timing.

The time has not come yet, but the funds...

Well, it's time to go to the prison to see Robinson, and I'm bound to get his 300 million bonds.

Fanny is from the movie "Lucky Dragon" played by Kristy Yang, and Robinson is from the movie "The Supreme Thirty-Six: Changing the Sky"