What kind of ear and hearing is Wang Chao? As soon as one hears the strong wind and the loud stomping sound coming from the prison, one knows that the practitioner has reached the state where the strong wind will explode when the whole body is moved at will, and they will step on the ground. This is indeed only one step away from the last step of indestructibility.
At that time, "Sharp Spear" Li Shuwen was practicing in a small secret room with a radius of three or four feet. He fisted and kicked, and the strong wind was blowing, which made the windows crack. Shattered by the strong wind. The strong wind hit the wall, just like the sea tide hitting the rocks. Anyone who entered the small secret room would be suffocated by the strong wind and dizzy from the shock.
Wang Chao also has a small practice room of more than ten square meters in the Tangmen Guoshu Dojo in Jakarta, Indonesia. He often practiced kung fu inside, turning his body up and down with boxing formulas for punching lying cows. Several times, when he exerted strength, the muscles of his whole body exploded and surged, and the strong wind exploded violently, causing huge vibrations. The glass windows of the building were all shattered, and the hard cement on the ground was riddled with holes, each and every one of them was big, like the potholes that had been trampled out in the practice hall of Shaolin Temple.
Wu Quannan was also knowledgeable, and when he heard this voice, his expression changed drastically. This night was destined to be the day he was surprised the most. At the same time, he also looked at Liao Junhua with admiration for being able to recognize so many top experts.
Although being a senior leader of a high-ranking official, it is nothing to know some strange people and strange things. But Liao Junhua is not a national leader, and he is still far from the highest level. "Could it be that this person's fate is noble, so he has acquaintances with top experts? I'm afraid that Liao Junhua's future will be more than that. Originally, I thought that although his fate was high, he didn't have the aura of a king, but now it is not the case. This king Chao is a character like a wandering dragon, with an unrestrained temperament, like a dragon wandering clouds. Liao Junhua met him and walked side by side. It’s indescribable, it’s indescribable!”
Wu Quannan's head was full of remnants of feudal thought at this time, but it was no wonder he was, although he was a martial artist, he was also a Taoist priest. Having studied numerology, you can see the wealth and fortune of people.
In his opinion, although Liao Junhua was born noble, but his temperament is not good enough, he can't become a king and a real dragon. But now with Wang Chao by his side, Wang Chao's aura shadowed him, giving him a bit of royal air.
And Wang Chao's temperament is a kind of atmosphere that dares to go to the nine heavens to embrace the moon, and dare to go to the five oceans to catch turtles. It's just that the foundation is too weak. Using the superstitious thinking of feudal dross, even if the fate is low, even if you have lofty ambitions, you will not be able to achieve great things. In today's words, it means that they are not princelings and have no foundation. Of course, what Wu Quannan said about success has nothing to do with martial arts, it's about becoming an emperor, in modern terms it means becoming a national leader.
Although Liao Junhua has a good fortune, his temperament is not good. In other words, there is no kingly spirit. In the future, if you climb to the top, you can only be a member of the Politburo Standing Committee or something. But now he has the temperament of Wang Chao, and he also has the luck to climb and wait for changes.
Not to mention that Wu Quannan, a martial artist and Taoist priest, had some feudal dross in his head, Wang Chao and Liao Junhua had already walked into the room where the prison made the sound.
Huge iron window railings, big iron gates, the room is pitch black, there is no light, and it is not clear what is inside. The strong wind and stomping sound just now have disappeared, and it is quiet, like an empty prison. There is no anger in it.
With a bang, two armed policemen with live ammunition opened the big iron gate of the prison. They seemed to be used to such situations, and it was not surprising that this old man would go crazy every night anyway. Because this old man is the leader of the prisoners in the prison and has great prestige, they just turned a blind eye and closed their eyes, regardless of some outrageous actions, such as making loud noises in the middle of the night.
With a buzzing sound, the 50-watt light bulb was turned on, and a human figure sitting on a bed appeared.
Finally, in front of Wang Chao and Wu Quannan, the face of the king of martial arts thirty years ago and the chief martial artist of the Red Guards, which Liao Junhua said miraculously, appeared in front of Wang Chao and Wu Quannan.
Unlike other reform-through-labour prisoners with bald heads, the hair of this man in front of him was half a foot long, jet-black, without a trace of gray, especially when this man inhaled, his hair stood on end, as if he had been electrified. But when he exhaled, he fell down.
Anger can reach the crown, which is the highest portrayal at this time.
The man's face was well-skinned and he looked like a middle-aged man, although the beard and long hair on the chin made him look older.
His beard is very big and thick, all over his cheeks, and his heel looks like a sword grass, which looks very piercing.
These are not eye-catching, the most eye-catching thing is the huge steel shackles on his hands and feet!
The iron rings of those shackles were as thick as eggs, very long, three to four meters in shape, and he coiled them around him like ropes. And the shackles on both hands were locked with a big iron lock, square and square, about the size of a child's head.
The shackles on the feet were the same, except that they dragged two shot puts the size of basketballs.
The weight of this body is probably not two or three hundred catties. But tied to this human body, it feels easier than silk.
Hearing the sound of the cell door opening and turning on the light, the man sat on the bed with his eyes closed, motionless, breathing evenly, his hair fluctuating with his breathing, as if he didn't care about any movement outside.
Huge shackles and iron chains, a big beard like sword grass, and straight hair! This person sat on the bed with a turtle-shaped crane back and big and hanging ears. The hands are wider, bigger, and longer. Everything shows that this person contains an extremely ancient, mysterious, and earth-shattering explosive power!
Such a person sat on the bed, rested with his eyes closed, and remained motionless, but no one could stop looking at him.
But Wang Chao's eyes only stayed on this person, and then he slid away, looking at the layout of the prison room. This is a single prison with a small area, only about 20 square meters, with simple furnishings, just a bed and a cabinet.
The bed was very wide, made of cement hard board, the quilt was rolled to one side, and the person sat on the bed. But the big wooden cabinet next to the bed is full of huge thick glass jars, which are fixed with iron shelves. The glass scouts are full of medicinal wine, with a whole cobra soaked in it. It is snake wine, which is good for rheumatism. Arthritis has a special effect. And there was a large bone soaked in some jars, Wang Chao could tell at a glance that it was an authentic tiger bone. Tiger bone wine, a good medicine for strengthening bones and tendons. There were also a few large jars, Wang Chao also saw that there were liquids and pills made from some precious herbs.
There are some books and magazines on the lower shelf of the cabinet. Wang Chao looked at it and found the latest issue of "Black Belt" inside.
In addition to these, the concrete in the middle of the ground was stomped for a long time, and a large pit almost half-human was stepped out. At first glance, it looked like a trap cellar dug in front of the bed.
The mirror-smooth soil was exposed inside the deep pit, and Wang Chao suspected that the soil was harder than iron.
Wang Chao knew the situation of this person through the environment here in a few seconds: "This person is doing well. He is just self-cultivating in prison, and he doesn't want to do other things. There are even a group of people enshrining. Look, even All these precious medicinal wines have been brought in. There are also the latest magazines to read, so you can know the world's affairs without leaving the house. Tsk tsk, what's more, it's clean, it's a good environment for practicing."
The life in the prison is clean and lonely, which is the best environment for practicing martial arts. Guo Yunshen, the great master of Xingyi back then, also practiced his boxing skills to the peak after three years in prison. This person has been imprisoned for thirty years!
When Wang Chao first came in, he knew through the warden that this man had been imprisoned for 30 years. He practiced boxing in the prison and also taught some disciples. Honor this master. And during these thirty years, some armed policemen also learned a lot of boxing skills from this person. Although this person is in prison, he lives comfortably just like some prison tyrants.
In some prisons, a bully like this asked him to get out, but he still didn't want to get out.
"Boy Liao! Today you came to see me in the middle of the night. Did you find someone who could take ten punches from me? Let's make an agreement. I have lived in this prison for thirty years, and I live very well. There is food and drink. Drink, there are still people who are filial, why should I go out with you? Haha, hahahaha!"
Suddenly, this person opened his eyes, swept Liao Junhua violently, let out a huge laugh, the laughter vibrated from the vocal cords of his throat, unexpectedly a small wind blew in this prison of more than 20 square meters, and the walls shook Gotta buzz.
"I promise to receive you three punches! We have agreed that if I can find someone who will receive you ten punches, you will come out with me." Liao Junhua said to this person.
It turned out that Liao Junhua had an unwritten agreement with this person.
"That's right, I said it! You have brought someone here now?" The man laughed loudly, and set his sights on Wu Quannan and Wang Chao behind Liao Junhua!
"This Taoist is not enough to see, and the pill is not knotted! I'm afraid I can't even take three punches! This young man..." The former martial arts king, the leader of the Red Guards, put all his attention on Wang Chao, and only for a moment, Standing up suddenly from the bed, the big iron chains all over his body rattled, and the big lead balls shackled on his feet rolled on the concrete bed, making thunder thunder thunder noises.
"This young man is a master! He's an opponent! Haha! It's been 30 years, and I've been lonely for 30 years. I hope you don't let me down."
Before the words fell, the big iron chains wrapped around Baliming's body were suddenly thrown up, like two big iron guns, hitting Wang Chao's throat and head fiercely! At the same time, Baliming's body had already jumped up from the bed, and there was only one shift, as if a mountain was rushing towards Wang Chao with a suffocating gale!
This action was quick and violent, like a landslide and tsunami, thousands of troops and horses killed together.
Using a big iron chain as a gun and hitting the body with the body is exactly the "big spear" and "close to the body" in Bajiquan.
Just this moment! The fine hairs and hair on Wang Chao's body stood on end, as if he had been hit by a high-voltage power line, and the skin all over his body suddenly raised bumps, densely packed with goose bumps like grains of iron broad beans!
Wang Chao's body was stimulated by strong hostility, and it seemed to swell several times at once! The original 1.8 meter body seems to have become 1.9 meters close to 2 meters, because every part of his body is full of blood and luck, bursting out with explosive power that has never been seen before!
Indeed, there has never been an opponent who can make him have such a violent outburst of luck, not even Zhao Guangrong. But in front of this old reform-through-labour prisoner who called himself Ba Liming, the prison tyrant used an iron chain as a gun, and at the same time used his body leaning. It really seemed to him that the "sharp gun" Li Shuwen from seventy or eighty years ago had been resurrected!
This person's boxing explosive power and physical strength are much stronger than those of Wharton and Zhao Guangrong! In addition to explosive power, Wang Chao also felt an unparalleled fanatical power from his boxing, just like the great movement of the whole people thirty years ago, which was unstoppable.
What kind of era people are, what era's brand is there.
The imprint and spirit on Wang Chao's body are not from this era, but a year of asceticism, feeling the spirit imprinted by the red flag when the country was broken and mountains and rivers were around.
The brand on Baliming's body is the fanatic brand of the 1960s and 1970s. The temperament of boxing, imprinted with this imprint, is the real unity of boxing and spirit, and unity of mind. This is the power of the general trend of the times. People who have not experienced an era and left a deep imprint cannot push their minds and spirits to an unparalleled peak.
Wang Chao swelled up, his whole body puffed up, his fur stood on end, and he didn't dodge or flinch in the face of Baliming's overwhelming blow. A move of "Flipping the Sky Seal" is hard-covered, the left hand is raised and grasped, the right hand is flipped and pushed, and the foot is stomped on the ground!
Crash! Wang Chao grabbed the big iron chain that was coming straight at him, and it collapsed, and the iron chain and shackles as thick as his arms were broken in one fell swoop!