Chapter 58 Mr. Bai

But Song Shuhang reacted immediately - it wasn't that the opponent's fist was weak, but that he had become stronger. ()

The body quenching fluid made his body's strength almost reach the limit of the human body. After practicing the foundation-building boxing technique, his physical qualities have undergone earth-shaking changes.

At this time, Nan Hao laughed excitedly: "He is indeed a real master, and he is very good at the claw skill."

The locked fist couldn't be retracted for a moment, so he raised his leg without hesitation and launched a powerful knee attack.

Movements like the knee attack cannot be used in traditional Sanda, but Nan Haomeng is not competing in Sanda now. Although he is big and looks a bit silly when he smiles, he is not a fool. When fighting, naturally you will be as powerful as you want!

Song Shuhang sighed, and he swung the hand that was clasped into a dragon's claw upwards - the claws were like a dragon dancing, both claws and dragons dancing.

It's not just the dragon's claws that are dancing, but also the prey that's being caught.

Nan Hao suddenly felt that his body of more than 220 kilograms was thrown off the ground!

And the opponent has one arm.

Nan Hao's heartbeat slowed down for a beat. With such terrifying strength, the opponent could lift not only his insignificant little brother with one arm, but even a big guy like him could be easily lifted up!

However, I am not defeated so easily!

"Roar!" Nan Hao roared fiercely, and his body sank with force, trying to force the body to fall. At the same time, he retracted his right hand, waiting for his body to fall before launching a stormy attack.

However, at this moment, Song Shuhang took action again.

Basic boxing technique 2. The punches were like meteors, and in the blink of an eye there were dozens of punches, hitting Nan Haomeng's body continuously.

Because the speed was too fast, it exceeded Nan Haomeng's reaction. Therefore, the big guy was beaten as a sandbag in mid-air.

Song Shuhang did not recite the "Fist Sutra" silently when he punched.

Firstly, there is not enough time, and secondly, if one chants the fist formula to attach spiritual energy to the fist, one punch may open a hole in the opponent's body.

At that time, what awaits Song Shuhang is the disaster of the Iron Prison.

If you're not lucky, daisies go in and sunflowers come out.

Moreover, he deliberately used half of his strength when punching.

Even so, his tempered fists were terrifyingly heavy. More than a dozen punches hit him all over the head and face, and Nan Hao, the sandbag, was hit hard.

Nan Hao fiercely... attacks the street!

Song Shuhang withdrew his fist and exhaled a breath of pure air, which looked like a master's style.

Nan Hao painfully rubbed more than a dozen places on his body and asked, "What kind of fighting method are you doing? Is it ancient Chinese martial arts?"

"Basic boxing skills, two." Song Shuhang's tone was inexplicably heavy.

"Basic Boxing 2? What the hell is this?" Nan Haofeng blurted out!

Song Shuhang suddenly felt very melancholy. If possible, of course he would also like to give a name that is majestic, handsome and intimidating. It's a pity that he is destined to miss that kind of cool name.

Seeing Shuhang's unkind expression, Nan Haomeng decisively admitted defeat: "I lost!"

He sighed, because the two sides were not on the same level at all. He was born with supernatural powers, and the opponent was stronger than him.

He has solid Sanda skills, but the opponent's boxing skills seem to be much better than his Sanda skills.

"A wise choice." Song Shuhang nodded and said, "Then, as usual, if the challenge fails, you need to pay the price."

Nan Hao fiercely said, "I have no money."

He was scratching his head. The worst he could do was to beat me again, not only for money but also for his life! We will never encourage this bad culture of extortion.

"I don't need money." Song Shuhang said what he meant. He has been short of money recently: "I need you to help me check something."

A person's power is limited, and bad guys have bad news channels.

Perhaps the person who investigated him yesterday can be found from their mouths.

Although I have already made up my mind to seek help from the pharmacist-senpai, there is nothing wrong with being more prepared!

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After a while.

Nan Hao scratched his head: "Are you asking me to find someone to help you investigate the intelligence you had at noon yesterday?"

In fact, this kind of thing is not difficult. You only need to know which classmate the person who was investigating Song Shuhang asked, and then through the classmates who were questioned, you can deduce the appearance of the investigator, and then slowly deduce the identity. If that doesn't work, he can still 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, and he didn't promise to help if he lost - at worst, there would be another fight!

"You will help me, right? Senior Nan!" Song Shuhang squatted beside Nan Haomeng, his eyes narrowed with a dangerous look in his eyes.

If Nan Haomeng dares to say the word "no" in his mouth, he will be killed or buried!

Nan Haomeng's face changed drastically, he scratched his head and smiled naively: "I understand, I will let those incompetent guys and his friends handle this matter. But I can't guarantee whether the results can be found out. "

He always felt that if he didn't agree just now... it would be very miserable!

Song Shuhang showed a satisfied smile: "Then, please, Senior Nan!"

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After the fight, Song Shuhang felt comfortable all over. This fight not only relaxed his muscles and bones, but also allowed him to slightly deepen his understanding of the "Basic Vajra Boxing Technique".

This kind of understanding is different from the kind of understanding that is crammed into you in the 'illusion space'. This kind of understanding gained during combat training is more flexible and will allow Song Shuhang to be more efficient when he performs the "Basic Vajra Boxing Technique" in the future. Save more energy, but produce more energy and blood!

Actual combat is always more effective than working behind closed doors!

"Perhaps, I should find more opponents and practice my boxing skills? Well, I will make a note of this first and ask Senior Medicine Master tomorrow whether actual combat is meaningful to me at this stage." Song Shuhang thought in his mind.

Arrive at the dormitory smoothly.

Song Shuhang habitually opened the Jiuzhou Group No. 1.

There are a lot of messages in the group.

First, at noon, the pharmacist exchanged chat records for two foundation-building techniques for Song Shuhang.

Next is the message from the Immortal Master of Tonggua two minutes ago: "This Heavenly Master counts the time. In a few days, it will be the end of the one hundred and fifty-year retreat of 'Baizhenjun', right?"

The Beihe Loose Cultivator made a "stiff" expression, and said after a while: "Baizhenjun is a seclusion madman, and he is really a role model for our generation. After coming out this time, he should not be far from the seventh-grade spiritual master, right? I guess it won't be long before he is here." I’m going to call Senior Bai Venerable White.”

"The most important question is, Zhenjun Bai will definitely contact us after he comes out of seclusion, right? Who will pick him up then?" A group member with the ID of Zuiyue Jushi answered.

Song Shuhang's name, Master Zuiyue, always seemed familiar to him, and he seemed to often appear in the group. But for some reason, he always had no sense of existence and was forgotten by him when he turned around.

As soon as Master Zuiyue finished speaking, the group became silent.

After a while, the Beihe Loose Cultivator said: "Let me tell you first, it was me who picked up Lord Bai last time. Why, it's not my turn this time!"

From his tone, it seems like it would be a terrible thing to pick up Mr. Bai after leaving seclusion? Even the hospitable Beihe Sanren are so scared?

The Three Waves of Crazy Knife suddenly appeared: "I recently feel that my realm is about to change, and I am ready to go into seclusion for a few years. Please read this quickly, everyone!"

"Who are you lying to, Sanlang? You just reached the late stage of the Spirit Emperor Realm not long ago, so you are still far away from your breakthrough." Beihe Sanren sneered.

"I had an adventure recently, so my realm is going to soar. Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway. Anyway, I am going to go into seclusion next, and I will just think about it if I have anything to do." Crazy Blade Sanlang said firmly.

"What are you in a hurry for?" the Tonggua fortune teller said calmly: "Baizhenjun is not going to leave the seclusion immediately. It will take a long time. When the boat reaches the bridge, it will naturally straighten out, and there will always be a way."

"Fortune teller, do you have a clever plan?" Beihe Sanren asked.

The Tong Gua fortune teller: "Hmph, the mountain man has his own clever plan. But I will never tell you Bei He, so just give up."

Damn it! Beihe Sanren clenched his fists. Damn it, I will torture this fortune teller to death in the battle at the top of the Forbidden City three months later. I will beat him to the point where even my mother cannot recognize him.

Song Shuhang pulled the chat record and was about to add a sentence to show his presence. But for some reason, when the Tong Gua fortune teller said that he had a clever plan at his fingertips, he felt a chill from his forehead to his chrysanthemums.

He had a feeling that if he interrupted now, he would get into trouble.

Therefore, Song Shuhang shook his head hard, turned off the computer decisively, and climbed into bed to sleep.