But Song Shuhang immediately reacted - it wasn't that the opponent's fist was weak, but that he became stronger.
The quenching liquid made his body strength almost reach the limit of the human body. After practising the foundation-building boxing technique, his physical quality has undergone earth-shaking changes.
At this time, Nan Haomeng laughed excitedly: "Sure enough, he is a real master, and he is very good at claw skills."
The clenched fist could not be retracted for a while, and he raised his leg without hesitation, which was a powerful knee attack.
Knee strikes are naturally not used in traditional Sanda, but Nan Haomeng is not in Sanda now. Although he is big and a little silly when he laughs, he is not a fool. When fighting, naturally how to force how to come!
Song Shuhang sighed, and his hand that buckled into the dragon's claws slammed upwards fiercely - the claws were like dragon dances, and there were claws and dragon dances.
It is not only the dragon's claws that dance, but the prey that is being caught.
Nan Haomeng suddenly felt that his body of more than 220 pounds was thrown off the ground and flew up!
And the other side is one-armed.
Nan Haomeng's heartbeat slowed for a beat, such a terrifying and strange force, the opponent's single arm can lift not only his own incompetent little brother's body, but even a big man like him can be easily thrown up!
However, I am not so easily defeated!
"Roar!" Nan Hao roared loudly, his body sinking, trying to force his body to fall. At the same time, the right hand retracted, and the storm-like attack was launched only when the body fell.
However, at this moment, Song Shuhang made another move.
Basic Boxing II. The fists were like shooting stars, and in the blink of an eye, there were more than a dozen punches, continuously hitting Nan Haomeng's body.
Because the speed was too fast, it surpassed Nan Haomeng's reaction. So, the big guy honestly acted as a punching bag in mid-air.
Song Shuhang didn't recite the 'Fist Classics formula' silently when he was throwing his fists.
First, there is not enough time, and secondly, if Niandongquan formula attaches spiritual energy to the fist, one punch might open a hole in the opponent's body.
At that time, what awaits Song Shuhang is the iron prison disaster.
With bad luck, the daisies go in and the sunflowers come out.
Moreover, he deliberately withdrew half of his strength when he punched.
Even so, his body-hardened fist was terrifyingly heavy. More than a dozen punches were just smashed in the face, and the sandbag Nan Haomeng was smashed.
Nan Haomeng... slammed into the street!
Song Shuhang closed his fists and let out a breath of air, feeling a bit like a master.
Nan Hao rubbed a dozen places on his body in pain and asked, "What's your style of play? Is it ancient Chinese martial arts?"
"Basic boxing technique, II." Song Shuhang's tone was inexplicably heavy.
"Basic Boxing 2? What the hell is this?" Nan Hao Meng blurted out!
Song Shuhang suddenly felt very melancholy. If possible, of course he would also like to give a name that is both handsome and bluffing. Too bad he was doomed to miss out on that cool name.
Seeing Shuhang's bad face, Nan Haomeng resolutely conceded defeat: "I lost!"
He sighed, because the two sides were not on the same level at all. He was born with divine power, and the opponent was stronger than him.
He has a solid sanda kung fu, but the opponent's boxing seems to be much better than his sanda.
"A wise choice." Song Shuhang nodded and said: "Then, as usual, if the challenge fails, there is a price to pay."
Nan Haomeng was a bachelor: "I have no money."
He stalked his neck, and when it was a big deal, he beat me again, whether he asked for money or not, he had to die! There is absolutely no way to encourage this bad culture of extortion.
"I don't need money." Song Shuhang was duplicitous. He had been short of money recently: "I need you to help me find something."
A person's power is limited, and bad people have bad news channels.
Perhaps the person who investigated him yesterday could be found from their mouths.
Although I have already made up my mind to seek help from senior pharmacists, there is nothing wrong with more preparation!
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After a while.
Nan Hao scratched his head fiercely: "You want me to find someone to help you check the guy who was investigating your intelligence at noon yesterday?"
In fact, this kind of thing is not difficult, you only need to know which classmate the person who investigated Song Shuhang asked at that time, and then through the inquired classmates, you can infer the appearance of the investigator, and then slowly infer the identity. If it doesn't work, he still has a way to call out the surveillance at the school gate. He has certain connections in the school.
However, even if he lost the fight, why should he help Song Shuhang
He just came to fight someone, and he didn't promise to help if he lost - another fight!
"Are you going to help me? Senior Nan!" Song Shuhang squatted beside Nan Haomeng, his eyes narrowed with a dangerous look.
If Nan Haomeng dares to pop out half the word 'no' in his mouth, he will kill him or bury him!
Nan Haomeng's face changed greatly, he scratched his head and smiled: "I understand, I will let those incompetent guys and his friends handle this matter. But I can't guarantee whether the results will be found out. "
He always felt that for a moment just now, if he didn't agree... it would be miserable!
Song Shuhang showed a satisfied smile: "Then, please, Senior Nan!"
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After the fight, Song Shuhang felt relieved. This fight not only relaxes his muscles and bones, but also allows him to slightly deepen his understanding of "King Kong Basic Fist".
This kind of realization is different from the realization that is crammed in the 'Illusion Space'. This kind of comprehension in combat training is more flexible, which can make Song Shuhang more efficient when performing the "King Kong Basic Fist Technique" in the future. Save more stamina, but can generate more blood!
Actual combat is always more effective than working behind closed doors!
"Perhaps, I should find more opponents and practice boxing well? Well, write down this point first, and ask the senior pharmacist tomorrow. At this stage, whether actual combat is meaningful to me." Song Shuhang thought to himself.
Arrived at the dormitory smoothly.
Song Shuhang habitually opened the Jiuzhou No. 1 group.
There is a lot of news in the group.
First, at noon, the pharmacist exchanged for Song Shuhang the chat records of the two foundation-building techniques.
Next was a message from Immortal Master Tonggua two minutes ago: "This Celestial Master counts the time. After a while, it will be the end of 'Bai Zhenjun''s 150-year retreat, right?"
Beihe Loose Man made a 'stiff' expression and said after a while: "Bai Zhenjun is a seclusion madman, and he is really a role model for my generation. After coming out this time, it should be not far from the seventh-grade Spirit Venerable, right? It is estimated that it will not be long before the I'm going to call Senior White Venerable White."
"The most important question is, Zhenjun Bai will definitely contact us after he leaves the customs, right? Who will pick him up when that happens?" A group member with the id of Lay Drunken Moon answered.
The name Song Shuhang, Drunk Moon Jushi always felt familiar, and it seemed that he often appeared in the group. But for some reason, there is always no sense of existence, and he is forgotten when he turns his head.
As soon as Layman Zuiyue's voice fell, the group turned cold.
After a long while, Beihe Sanren said, "Let me tell you first, I was the one who went to pick up Zhenjun Bai last time. It's not my turn this time!"
Listening to his tone, it seems that it is a terrible thing to pick up Bai Zhenjun who is out of the customs? Even the hospitable Northern River loose people are scared like this
The Three Waves of Mad Saber suddenly appeared: "I recently felt that my realm was about to move, and I was going to close the gate for a few years. Everyone hurry up!"
"Three waves, who are you lying to? You were only promoted to the late stage of the Spirit Sovereign Realm not long ago, so it's still a long way from breaking through." Beihe Loose Cultivator sneered.
"I have had an adventure recently, so my realm is going to skyrocket. Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway. Anyway, I'm going to retreat next, and I will read everything in a hurry." Mad Saber Sanlang said firmly.
"What are you anxious about?" The Immortal Tong Gu said calmly: "Bai Zhenjun is not going to leave the customs right now, there is still a long time left. When the boat reaches the bridge, it will naturally go straight, and there will always be a way."
"Fortune-teller, do you have a plan?" Beihe Loose Cultivator asked.
The bronze fortune teller said, "Hum, the mountain man has his own plan. But he will never tell Bei He, so you should give up."
Damn! Beihe Sanren clenched his fists, and his mother was an ass. Three months later, in the battle on the top of the Forbidden City, this fortune-teller must be tortured to death, and he will be beaten to the point where even the old lady can't recognize him.
Song Shuhang pulled the chat record, and just wanted to insert a sentence to show his presence. But for some reason, when Bong Gu Shen Xian said that 'a great plan is in hand', he felt a chill from his forehead to the chrysanthemum.
He had a hunch that if he spoke now, he would get into trouble.
Therefore, Song Shuhang shook his head fiercely, turned off the computer decisively, and climbed into the bed to sleep.