Rebirth Game Tycoon

The effect of this palm shot was so good that even Fat Dun stared at Lu Menglin in surprise, not knowing what to say.

Lu Menglin looked like a little grandmaster like Yue Linyuan, but when he looked at the village ruffians again, wherever he looked, people would desperately back away.

The old village ruffian who opened the game hall was also taken aback, but he finally saw some world outside, and he was almost fifty years old. He traveled north and south and knew Guangdong well. Although he was still confused in his heart, he did not. I didn't completely believe in the trick Lu Menglin had just played.

In the final analysis, there are so many qigong practitioners across the country, and there are so many qigong masters, but who has actually seen such a hot scene?Most of them are based on false reports.

Lu Menglin didn't squint, and said lightly, "Bring people here!"

Only then did Fatun and the companion behind him start to shake, as if waking up from a dream.

The purpose of everyone in this fight was to rescue Feng Nan and the others. Now that Daxia Lu has stopped the scene, of course he has to save people first.

Thinking about this, Fat Dun took the first big step and ran towards Feng Nan.

His brothers also went to rescue the others who were trapped.

At this moment, it was as if a silent pantomime was staged on the Long Street.

Under Lu Menglin's deterrence, no one of the village rascals dared to step forward to stop them. They watched bluntly as if they were in no one's land, and they all helped Feng Nan, who were left by the village rascals in front, back across the street.

At this time, the old village ruffian finally couldn't hold back, and pointed to Lu Menglin and said, "Don't be afraid! He's playing tricks! I know, it's magic, it must be magic!"

Everyone was a little eager to move when he said this.

With so many people in the village, how could it be frightened by the fire?

Since the old village ruffian said it was magic, then everyone would treat it as magic. At least if you think this way, you will be more psychologically acceptable.

So, the village rascals stepped forward silently, and then stepped forward to suppress them again.

Seeing this scene, Wang Shaoxiao, who was hiding in the nearby shop, suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

Only he knew that the palm of Lu Menglin's wind smashing the tree just now was indeed magic. To be precise, it should be chemistry.

That was the white phosphorous powder stolen from the chemical laboratory of Liufang No.1 Middle School when he and Lu Menglin were leaving.

On the road just now, Lu Menglin discussed with him as quickly as possible. Let's not fight, but we must bluff people.

What should I use?White phosphorus powder is used. The ignition point of white phosphorus is very low. When white phosphorus encounters the air, it will spontaneously ignite for a while. So just now, while others were paying attention to Lu Menglin, the fat man Wang Shaoxiao ran to the small tree on the side of the road and took half a bottle. The white phosphorous powder all fell on the tree.

The time was just right, so when Lu Menglin slapped it away, the white phosphorous powder on the tree just evaporated, igniting a majestic flame.

Of course, the soy milk bottle in Lu Menglin's hand was also processed.

The principle is very simple. After soaking a long cotton thread in gasoline, wrap it around the bottleneck of the glass bottle, and then ignite it with fire. When the gasoline is exhausted, quickly soak the bottle in cold water, which is the same as steel quenching.

After the glass is quenched, it becomes very brittle, and it can be broken with a light hand, not to mention the palm.

These are all Qigong reveals that Lu Menglin had seen through the Internet in his previous life. On the way here, Lu Menglin and Wang Shaoxiao prepared these two magic weapons in the shortest time. Only then did they go to the meeting alone and made it clear that they wanted to scare those villagers. .

However, I didn't expect that these village hooligans did not seem to be completely frightened, especially under the bewilderment of the old village hooligan who jumped up and down, the crowd gradually gathered again and began to move forward.

There are so many people, and there are too many people on the other side. Everyone gathers together and emboldens each other. It seems that the young master in front of him is not so scary.

And there was also the old village screamer who kept yelling, saying that it was magic just now, and it was nothing great, and encouraged everyone to join it.

Seeing that the situation became dangerous again, Fatton clenched their fists one after another, and couldn't help but squeeze a sweat for Lu Menglin who was in the front.

Lu Menglin was alone, facing the crowd coming from all directions like a tide, his heart was slightly cold.

He knows very well that the more critical this critical juncture is, the more he must be calm and must not show his timidity. If his momentum is vented, everyone will definitely be beaten into pigs.

Suddenly, Lu Menglin's eyes flickered, and his heart settled.

Someone hiding in the crowd quickly exchanged glances with Lu Menglin, suddenly speeded up his pace, stepped out from the crowd, and rushed towards Lu Menglin.

"I don't believe that you have qigong, there is a kind of qigong to beat me!" The man rushed to the forefront, yelling, and rushing to meet Lu Menglin.

Seeing that some people were willing to pick their heads, all the villagers couldn't help slowing down, wanting to see the reaction of the little qigong master.

What rushed out was a small black and thin man, who looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was stunned by the sky.

He was wearing an old beige sweater, his collar was washed white, and his lower body was a pair of dirty black sweatpants. His look looked like the little guys in the village.

Anyway, Liufang's children would not dress so dirty, and he was rushed out of the villagers, so almost everyone assumed that he was also a young man in the village.

Lu Menglin still looked like an expert, and when the black and thin young man quickly rushed forward, he shook his head in disdain, and gently pointed out.

Everyone on the whole street saw it really. The black and thin boy in an old beige sweater suddenly seemed to have been stuck in a hold-up technique. His whole body was nailed to the spot, motionless.

In the next instant, the black and thin boy let out a stern cry, and then he rolled on the ground crazily holding his stomach.

His miserable appearance was simply shocking to those who heard it, and tears to those who saw it, it was so realistic!

The crowd stopped abruptly, and all the villagers present saw the tragic condition of the black and thin boy. They were all dumbfounded and dared not to come forward after being killed.

Even the old village ruffian was dumbfounded, and his back was chilly.

"Hey! This is a real qigong master!"

"Acupuncture! It must be acupuncture, I have seen it on TV."

"Can't afford to offend, can't afford to offend! We are all mortal, mortal, how can we provoke such a god!"

The villagers talked a lot, and stepped back involuntarily, then back again.

The black and thin young man let out a miserable howling like a crying father and a mother, rolling all over the floor, pitiful to the extreme.

At this moment, Lu Menglin smiled slightly and took the initiative to take two steps forward.

The crowd was shocked by his actions and backed away again, in an uproar.

Lu Menglin walked to the black and thin boy, kicked him lightly with his toe, and said indifferently, "It's noisy!"

After this step, the black and thin young man immediately turned over, motionless, and there was no sound.