Romance of Dragons and Snakes

How much ear and hearing is Wang Chao? Upon hearing the strong wind and huge stamps coming from the prison, one can see that the practitioner has reached the point where the wind blows up as soon as his body moves freely. This is indeed only one step away from the final step, which is not bad.

In that year, Li Wen practiced his work in a small, round chamber of three or four squares. His fists and feet were mixed, and the wind pounded and pounded. Sometimes the windows burst, and the wooden windows, together with the thick window paper of paper paste, were shaken by the wind. Strong winds beat the walls, as if the tide were beating the reef, and anyone entering the small chamber could be suffocated by the strong wind and faint.

Wang Chao is in the Tangmen National Art Dojo in Jakarta, Indonesia, and also has a small studio of more than a dozen square meters. He often practiced in the inside, punched the bull's land fist trick knuckle fist ups and downs, several times, a vigorous force, full body muscle explosion surge, strong wind explosion, great vibration, the glass windows in the small training studio were all smashed, hard cement on the ground was stamped with sores, a big foxhole, like a pit depression stepped out in Shaolin temple practice hall.

Wu Quannan also knew how to do it, and his face changed dramatically as soon as he heard this voice. This evening was destined to be his biggest surprise. At the same time, his eyes also saw that Liao Junhua had an extra admiration. He could recognize so many top experts.

Though it's nothing to know some strange things when you're a senior official. But Liao Junhua is not a national leader, he is still a little short of the highest level. “Is this man's life so noble that he knows the best around him? This Liao Junhua is only afraid of the future more than that. Although his life was high, he did not have Wang Qi, but now he is not. This Wang Chao is a dragon-like figure with a spirited temperament, such as the Divine Dragon Yuyun, Liao Junhua knows him and walks with him, and is also contaminated with this temperament. However, he has a deep locust life to be transformed into a king. Such a development is inexplicable and unspeakable! ”

Wu Quannan's head was full of remnants of feudal thought at this time, but no wonder he was a martial artist but also a Taoist. I have studied the theory of destiny and can see the rich destiny of the human face.

In his view, Liao Junhua, although naturally of noble descent, had a poor temperament and could not become the king's true dragon. In the future, it was at most Feng Hou Baixiang. But now that Wang Chao is around, Wang Chao's temperament is picturing him, making him also have a bit of wang qi.

And Wang Chao's temperament is a kind of dare to take the moon for nine days, dare to catch the atmosphere of the five oceans. However, the bottom is too thin. In terms of the superstitious idea of feudal mess, it is low fate. Even with the ambition of ten thousand fathers, it will not be a big deal. Now, in this case, it's either out of gear, or it doesn't have a root. Of course, Wu Quan Nankou had nothing to do with martial arts. He became an emperor and, in modern terms, a leader of the country.

And Liao Junhua, although his life is good, his temperament is worse. In a word, there is no king. Climbing to the top in the future can only be a standing member of the political bureau or something. But now it's contaminated with Wang Super's temperament, and there's more luck waiting for him to climb.

Not to mention that Wu Quannan, the martial artist's Taoist head spinning some feudal mess, Wang Chaolio Junhua has walked into the room next to the sound of the prison.

Huge iron window railings, large iron doors, dark and dark inside the room, no light, can't see clearly what's inside, the thundering wind and stamps just now have disappeared, quiet, like an empty house prison, not a little angry inside.

Dang, the two armed police with live ammunition opened the big iron door of the prison, they seemed to have become familiar with the situation, no wonder, the old man went crazy every night anyway. Because the old man is the boss of the inmates in prison, he has great prestige, and they just keep one eye open, regardless of some extraordinary moves, such as loud noises in the middle of the night or something.

A buzzing, 50-watt light bulb is pulled on and a doll falling on a bed is shown.

Finally, in the mouth of Liao Junhua, the king of martial arts thirty years ago, the face of the head martial artist of Red Guard soldiers appeared in front of Wang Chao, Wu Quannan.

Unlike other labor inmates, who are bald, the hair in front of them is half a foot long, black and dark, and not half spotted white, especially when this person inhales, the hair is upright, as if it is overpowered. And when he exhaled, he fell down.

Angry hair can hit the crown, at this point is the highest picture of writing.

This man has good skin on his face, a look like a middle-aged man, and his beard and long hair on his chin make him look older.

His beard was huge and thick, his cheeks were all over his cheeks, and he looked like a sword.

These aren't eye-catching, the most eye-catching is the huge iron shackles on his hands and feet!

Those shackled iron rings, as thick as eggs, were long, three or four meters long, and he wrapped them around him like a rope. And the shackles on his hands were chained with a big iron lock, on all sides, about the size of a child's head.

And the shackles on his feet are the same, except he dragged two basketballs of the same size.

The weight of this body is not two or three hundred kilograms. And strapped to this person makes it feel easier than silk.

Hearing the cell door open and the light pulling on the lights, this person sat on the bed with his eyes closed, motionless, breathing evenly, his hair fluctuating as he breathed, seemed to ignore any movement outside.

Huge chained chain, big beard like a sword, hair upright! This man sat on the bed with his tortoise-shaped crane back, his ears wide and drooping. Both hands are wider, bigger, longer, everything that shows this man his ancient and mysterious, incredible explosive power!

Such a man sat on the bed, closed his eyes and rested, motionless, but no one could fail to look at him.

But Wang Chao's eyes only stopped on this man, then slipped away and measured the layout of this prison room. This is a single-person prison, small, 20 square meters in size, with simple furnishings, just a bed and a cabinet.

The bed is huge, it's cement hardboard, the quilt is rolled aside and the person sits on the bed. And the big wooden cabinet at the end of the bed was filled with huge thick glass jars, fixed with an iron shelf, and the glass probes were all filled with medicine and alcohol, and there was a whole cobra bubbling inside, which was snake wine, which had a special effect on rheumatism, arthritis, and so on. And some of the big bones in the jar, Wang Chao glanced at it and saw that it was the bones of an authentic tiger. Tiger bone wine, good medicine for bone muscles. There are also several large jars, Wang Chao can also see, are some famous herbal canned liquids and rubbed pills.

On the lower level of the cabinet are some books and magazines. Wang Chao took a look and found the latest issue of "Black Belt”.

In addition to these, the concrete directly in the middle of the ground was stamped for a long time, stepping out of a large pit of almost half a person, at first glance, like a trap cellar dug in front of the bed.

Inside the pit, the soil was smooth as a mirror. Wang Chao suspected that the soil was harder than iron.

Wang Chao learned about this person's situation through the environment here in a few seconds: “This person is doing quite well. In prison, he is practically cultivated, and he doesn't want anything else. And there's a whole bunch of people offering, and look, even these precious medicines are coming in. There's also the latest magazine that can tell what's going on without leaving the house. Tsk, mainly clean, is a good environment for practicing kung fu. ”

Life in prison, clean and lonely, is the best practice environment. Guo Yunshen's boxing skills were also culminated in three years of prison time. This man has been locked up for 30 years!

When Wang Chao first came in, he knew through the warden that this man had been locked up for 30 years, practiced boxing in the prison, and taught some disciples. After the labor inmates went out, some made money, and often sent something in to honor this master. And over the past three decades, some of the armed police have learned a lot of boxing skills from this man, who said he was in jail but, like some bullies, had a comfortable life.

Some prison guards, like this, want him out, he doesn't want to go out yet.

“Liao Boy! You came to see me in the middle of the night to find a man who can take my ten punches? We had a deal. I lived in this cell for 30 years and lived well. Why are you going out with me? Ha, ha, ha, ha! ”

Suddenly, this man opened his eyes, swept over Liao Junhua, made a huge laugh, the laughter shook out of his throat cord, actually in this prison of more than 20 square meters a small wind, the walls shook and buzzed.

“Guaranteed to take your three punches! We had a deal. If I could find someone to pick you up, you'd come out with me.” Liao Junhua turned to this humanity.

Turns out, Liao Junhua had an unwritten agreement with this man.

“Nice, I said! You're looking for someone now?” This man laughed haha and put his eyes on Wu Quannan and Wang Chao behind Liao Junhua!

“This Taoist didn't see enough, Dan didn't even finish! I'm afraid I can't even take three punches! This young man...” The former king of martial arts, the head of the Red Guard, put all his attention on Wang Chao, only flashed, suddenly stood up from the bed, the loud noise of the big iron chain all over his body, the big lead ball shackled on his feet also rolled on the cement bed, making the sound of thunderbolts.

“This young man is a master! An opponent! Ha ha! Thirty years, thirty years of loneliness, I hope you don't disappoint me Balinese. ”

The voice hasn't fallen yet, Baliming's big chain wrapped around him was suddenly thrown away, like two big iron guns, hit Wang Chao's throat and head hard! Meanwhile, Baliming's body has stepped out of bed, just one shifting, like a mountain with a suffocating storm crashing into Wang Chao's entire body!

This was quick, it was fierce, like a landslide tsunami, and thousands of armies killed together.

With the big chain as the gun and the body impact, it is precisely the "big gun” and the "close fit" in the octopus fist.

Just for a second! Wang Chao's sweat, all his hair stood up, like bang to high voltage wire, his skin also suddenly raised goosebumps, dense numbness of goosebumps like a grain of silkworm bean!

Wang Chao's body was heavily hostile and seemed to expand several times! It turns out that the body of one metre eight seems to be one metre nine close to two metres, because every part of his body is bleeding luck, bursting with an explosive force like never before!

Indeed, there has never been an adversary that could make him explode with such fierce luck, even Zhao Guangrong could not. But in front of this old labor inmate who calls himself Balimin, the prison superior used the iron chain as a gun, and at the same time used a close hand to give him the feeling that Li Bin, the "magic gun”, was really revived seventy or eighty years ago!

This man's fist explosion, strength, is more powerful than Wharton, Zhao Guangrong! In addition to the explosive power, Wang Chao felt an unparalleled fanatical power from his boxing skills, as if it were the great movement of the popular orgasm 30 years ago, unstoppable.

People of any era have the brand of any era.

Wang Super's brand and spirit, not in this era, but a year of hard work, feel the spirit that the country broke the mountain river in that year, the red flag rolled and printed.

Balinese branding was the fanatical one of the '60s and' 70s. The temperament of boxing, printed this brand, is the true boxing god in one, in one heart. This is the power of the times. Those who have not experienced an era and have made a profound mark cannot push their hearts and minds to an unparalleled peak.

Wang Chao was vigorous, his whole body arose, his fur stood, facing the blow of Baliming Mountain down the sea, he did not hide at all, nor did he retreat. A trick to "flip the sky print” hard cover up, hard grip on left hand, right hand flip push, foot stomp the floor!

Wow! The big chains that came straight up were caught by Wang Chao Yi, one was torn apart, and the chains as thick as his arms were broken!

(To be continued)