Facts have proved that even the monks who have just started to build foundations are no longer mortals. After taking the body quenching liquid twice, and practicing "Vajra Basic Boxing Technique" and "True Self Meditation Sutra", Song Shuhang not only improved his physical fitness, but also increased his alcohol intake.
In the past, he had fought against Gao Moumou most, but today he bravely drowned the ghostly Lin Tubo and Li Yangde to the ground.
After filling these two guys, Song Shuhang still felt that his mind was very clear, his thinking was quick, and his hands and feet were flexible. It was as if he drank not a case and a half of wine, but just a glass of boiled water.
Put three drunk guys to bed.
Then, Song Shuhang rinsed his mouth, got up and went back to the dormitory - he had no interest in sharing a bed with three drunkards.
Walking alone, before he knew it, he came to the chaotic alley of Daji Street again.
"I shouldn't meet the girl who was walled in again this time, right? After all, I have already met her once this afternoon." He secretly said in his heart - unless the girl was buried here all day and was walled, it would be impossible for a day. Met her several times.
All the way, calm and peaceful.
"This way the world is really peaceful." He nodded secretly, if only it was so peaceful every day.
Speaking of which, when I went out with the senior pharmacist to look for a house before, I didn't encounter any problems, and it was peaceful at that time.
Oh no! Thinking of the pharmacist, Song Shuhang immediately remembered something.
When walking with the senior pharmacist, it was not a peaceful journey, because there was a follower behind him who was stalking, and was scared away by a look from the pharmacist.
Thinking of this, Song Shuhang pinched his chin.
After a while, he turned around suddenly, his eyes sharp: "Come out, you have been sneaking behind me for a long time! Or, do you want me to catch you out with my own hands?"
Shuhang was only suddenly touched by the above actions.
In fact, Song Shuhang had just started building his foundation. Although his eyesight and other five senses were much stronger than ordinary people, he was a rookie and had no rich experience in fighting enemies, so he couldn't find out if anyone was following him.
He just wanted to cheat.
It would be best if no one was there, and no one would find themselves in this 'shameful' action.
If someone is really defrauded, then just put this matter to an end.
At the same time, Song Shuhang quietly opened the phone number dialing page and called up the phone number that the pharmacist dialed earlier.
In this way, if something was really wrong, he would immediately call the pharmacist for help. Although it will be a little embarrassing, if it is life-threatening, it is natural to throw things like cheeks as far as possible.
Song Shuhang's eyes were still fixed on his back.
After a while, a figure walked out slowly from a dead corner.
"Li Ha, I've been hiding so well, but you still found me." The figure was a two-meter tall man with a stubborn waist.
He shaved a big bald head, giving people a strong sense of oppression. But... It's very strange that this guy gave Song Shuhang a feeling of 'peaceful face'.
Yes, even with a big bald head and a strong waist, the naked body is very oppressive. But this guy's face gave people a 'honest and cute' feeling.
What a hell of a contrast!
Moreover, such a big man can quietly follow Song Shuhang's back, this guy's hidden bandit and stealth skills have reached the full level, right
"Who are you and why are you following me?" Song Shuhang narrowed his eyes and asked. He could see the bulging muscles on the tall man, full of explosiveness.
"Don't be so nervous, Song Shuhang. I'm also a student in Jiangnan University Town, the vice president of the Sanda Club, Nan Haomeng." The big man introduced himself, then squeezed his fist and said, "The reason I followed you was last night. At that time, there were two incompetent guys under my Sanda Club, and they were taught a lesson by classmate Song Shuhang when they molested the girl..."
"Oh, if my younger brother was bullied, I would ask you to be the eldest brother and cry, and then you, the eldest brother, should vent your anger for those younger brothers?" Song Shuhang asked.
If Song Shuhang two days ago saw such a big man clenching his fists with bad intentions, he would definitely be running wild.
But now, after taking the body quenching liquid twice, practicing "Vajra Basic Boxing Technique" and "True Self Meditation Sutra", Shuhang has no fear in his heart, and his fighting spirit is awe-inspiring.
In addition, since this guy is one of those 'bad' big brothers, then he is not the one who was investigating his own information at the school at noon yesterday, because it was last night that Shuhang met the bad girls with short hair.
"Haha, how could it be! Those two guys didn't dare to tell me about molesting the girl. If I hadn't overheard their conversation by accident, I wouldn't have known that they were beaten up. The incompetent guy, although mixed with the bad guys. , but I didn't expect that they would even molest the little girl who is powerless. I have beaten those two guys again, and they won't be able to get out of bed in a short time." Nan Haomeng smiled slyly.
A girl who has no power to hold a chicken? Big man, that's when you didn't see the girl open Wushuang. If you saw that this afternoon, the girl killed and turned over eleven bad things in ten seconds, you wouldn't add the description of 'the power of a chicken without a hand' on the front of the girl.
"Then what are you doing following me?" Song Shuhang said solemnly.
"Well, I heard from the two incompetent guys under my hand that classmate Shuhang has suffered a lot. So I want to try it myself." Nan Haomeng still had a simple and honest smile on his face. Twice as much for people of the same size. In the Sanda Club, it is already a lonely master.
Therefore, Nan Haomeng heard that someone could lift his incompetent little brother with one arm on his head, and intuitively told him that he had met a good opponent. So he stalked him.
Now, after seeing Song Shuhang himself, he is even more firm about this idea - this junior who looks shorter and thinner than himself, is a master!
"Of course, you can think that I'm trying to stand up for my younger brother after being bullied. In this case, you will feel unhappy, and you will have a more enjoyable fight with me. Anyway, I really do want to stand out for my younger brother." Nan Haomeng posed. Sand fighting style, the light in the eyes burst out.
In an instant, he changed from a simple, honest and harmless to a vicious beast.
"After talking nonsense for a long time, you just want to fight, right?" Song Shuhang said.
"Yes, I just want to have a fight." Nan Haomeng grinned openly: "Besides... I just told all the nonsense you asked me to talk about. In fact, I am a person who doesn't like to talk much, and I am more I like to talk with my fists."
Song Shuhang: "..."
You can't talk. You still talk so much? You can't speak, so how can you be a chatter
"I'm going!" Nan Haomeng slid closer to Song Shuhang, his right hand clenched into a straight fist, and the force was heavy.
Song Shuhang didn't dare to be too big. He just started to practice foundation training today, and he wouldn't underestimate the big man who practiced Sanda in front of him.
Seeing the opponent's straight punch, Song Shuhang flipped his wrist, and the basic fist technique 3 naturally came out.
He clasped his hands into claws, and his claws danced like dragons.
With a snap of his fingers, he grabbed Nan Haomeng's wrist with great accuracy, and his straight fist was firmly clasped, unable to advance half an inch.
Nan Haomeng felt a pain in his wrist. Song Shuhang's fingers on his wrist were as powerful as steel pliers. For a small man like Shuhang, he can usually fly with one arm. He struggled a few times, but Song Shuhang's claws did not move like a mountain.
At this time, Song Shuhang frowned slightly - so weak!
Weak scum.
Obviously so big, when the fist hits, it is also majestic. But the power attached to the opponent's fist made him feel like he was holding a child's fist.