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But Song Shuhang immediately reacted - not the opponent's fist is weak, but he became stronger.

The quenching fluid makes his body strength almost reach the limits of the human body. After practicing a foundation-based boxing method, his body quality has undergone earth-shaking changes.

At this time, Nan Hao excitedly laughed: "Sure enough, it is a real master, good claws."

The fist that was buckled could not be retracted for a moment, and he did not hesitate to lift his leg to be a strong knee attack.

This action of knee attack is naturally unusable in traditional Sanda, but Nan Hao Meng is not a Sanda competition now. Although he is big and laughs a little, he is not a fool. How do you naturally come to fight when you fight?

Song Shuhang sighed, and he buckled into the dragon's claws and slammed it up—the claws were like dragon dances, and there were claws and dragon dances.

The dance is not only the dragon claws, but also the prey that is caught.

When Nan Hao suddenly felt that his body of more than 220 kilograms was actually flying away from the ground!

And the other party is a single arm.

Nan Hao Meng heartbeat has been slowed down, the horrible power of the horror, the other side of the arm can mention not only his own little brother, but even his big man is easily picked up!

However, I am not so easy to be knocked down!

"Hey!" Nan Hao screamed, his body forced to sink, and he wanted to let the body fall forcibly. At the same time, the right hand is retracted, and only when the body falls will launch a stormy offensive.

However, at this time, Song Shuhang shot again.

Basic boxing 贰. The fist is like a meteor. There are more than a dozen punches in a blink of an eye, and the continuous bombing is on the south.

Because the speed is too fast, it exceeds the response of Nan Hao. Therefore, the big man was honestly in the air as a sandbag.

Song Shuhang did not meditate on the martial arts when he punched his fist.

If there is not enough time, secondly, if you are thinking of boxing and attaching aura to your fist, you may open a hole in the other person if you punch it.

At that time, waiting for Song Shuhang is the disaster of the iron prison.

If you are not lucky, the daisy will go in and the sunflower will come out.

Moreover, he also deliberately received half the strength when he punched his fist.

Even so, his quenched fists are heavy and terrible. Ten dozens of punches were just under the cover of the skull, and the sandbags were stunned.

Nan Hao Meng... flapping the street!

Song Shuhang received a punch and spit out a sigh of relief, which is a bit of a masterful feeling.

Nan Hao fiercely squatted on his body for more than a dozen and asked: "What is your play? Chinese ancient martial arts?"

"Basic boxing, hehe." Song Shuhang's tone is inexplicably heavy.

"Basic Boxing 2? What is this ghost thing?" Nan Hao suddenly blurted out!

Song Shuhang suddenly felt good. If he can, he certainly wants to report a handsome and sultry name. Unfortunately, he is destined to have no such cool name.

Seeing that the book's face is not good, Nan Hao is determined to lose: "I lost!"

He sighed because the two sides were not at all a level. He is born with divine power, and the other side is stronger than him.

He is solid and hard-working, and the other's boxing method seems to be more sophisticated than him.

"Wise choice." Song Shuhang nodded: "So, by convention, the challenge will cost you if you fail."

Nan Hao Mengguang is very: "I have no money."

He stalked his neck, and when he couldn't make me a big deal, he didn't have money, he had one! It will definitely not encourage the bad atmosphere of such extortion.

"I don't need money." Song Shukou is a distraction. He recently lost money: "I need you to help me find something."

The strength of a person is limited, and the bad people have a bad news channel.

Perhaps they can find someone who investigated him yesterday.

Although I have made up my mind to seek help from the pharmacist's predecessors, there is nothing wrong with getting more preparations!

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After a while.

Nan Hao grabbed the head: "You want me to find someone to help you check the guy who investigated your intelligence at noon yesterday?"

In fact, this kind of thing is not difficult. It only needs to know which student who investigated Song Shuhang at that time asked the classmates, and then the students who were asked can reverse the appearance of the investigator and slowly guess the identity. No, he still has the means to transfer the monitoring of the school gate. He has a certain relationship in the school.

However, even if you lose yourself, why should you help Song Shuhang?

He just came to find someone to fight, and did not promise to lose, you have to help - big deal and fight again!

"You will help me? South schoolmaster!" Song Shuhang squatted around Nan Hao Meng, his eyes picked up, showing a dangerous look.

If Nan Hao’s mouth is to dare to pick up a half ‘no’ word, kill it and bury it!

Nan Hao Meng face a big change, he grabbed his head and sneered: "I understand, I will let those few guys and his friends do this thing. But I can't guarantee that I can find out the results." ”

He always felt that if he didn't agree for a moment, it would be very miserable!

Song Shuhang showed a satisfied smile: "So, please, South School!"

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After finishing one, Song Shuhang felt comfortable. This frame not only makes you feel alive and well, but also makes his understanding of the "King Kong Basic Boxing Method" a little deeper.

This comprehension is different from the comprehension of cramming in the 'illusion space'. The comprehension in this kind of combat training is more flexible, and it is more efficient for Song Shuhang to display the "King Kong Basic Boxing Method" later. Save more energy, but it can produce more blood!

Actual combat is always more effective than building a car behind closed doors!

"Maybe, I should find more opponents and practice the boxing method? Well, I will write down this first and ask the pharmacist's predecessors tomorrow. At this stage, there is no meaning to me in actual combat." Song Shuhang thought.

Smoothly arrived at the hostel.

Song Shuhang habitually opened the Jiuzhou No.1 group.

There are a lot of news in the group.

First of all, at noon, the pharmacist exchanged Song Shuhang for two chat records of the foundation exercises.

The next two minutes ago, the news from the celestial singer: "This time the teacher counts the time, and after some time is the time for the ‘Bai Zhenjun’ to be closed for 150 years.”

Beihe scattered people issued a 'stiff' expression, half a sigh: "Bai Zhenjun is a retreat madman, really a model of my generation. After this out, should not be far from the seven spirits? It is estimated that it will not take long, I want to call the white predecessor a white lord."

"The most important question is that Bai Zhenjun will definitely contact us after the customs clearance. Who will pick him up when he arrives?" A group of ids who took the drunk month layman.

Song Shuhang, the name of the drunken month, always feels familiar, and often seems to be in the group. But I don't know why, there is always no sense of existence, and he is forgotten by turning his head.

When the drunken month lays a voice, the group is actually cold.

After a long while, the Beihe scattered people said: "I will say first, the last time I went to pick up Baizhenjun. How can I not be able to turn this time!"

Listening to his tone, it seems that it is a terrible thing to pick up the Bai Zhenjun. Even the hospitable Beihe people are scared like this?

The mad knife and three waves suddenly turned their heads: "I recently felt that my realm has been ready to go, and I am going to close for a few years. Everyone is rushing!"

"Where are you kidding, you have only recently elevated to the late Linghuang, and it is still a long way from the breakthrough." Beihe scattered people with a sneer expression.

"I have had an adventure recently, so the realm is going to soar. Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway. Anyway, I am going to retreat. I have nothing to do with it."

"What are you eager." The gongs are very calm: "Bai Zhenjun is not going out immediately now, and there is still a long time. When the boat arrives at the bridge, it will be straight. There will always be roads."

"Is it ok, do you have a trick?" asked the Beihe scattered person.

The gongs are counted as immortals: "Hey, the mountain people have their own tricks. But you will never tell the North River, you will die."

Damn! Beihe scattered people pinch boxing, mother's egg, three months later, the battle of the Forbidden City must be abused, this is awkward, and he will not be able to recognize the point where even the old lady can not recognize.

Song Shuhang took the chat record and just wanted to insert a sentence to show the sense of existence. But I don't know why, when the gongs of the gongs indicate that ‘the trick is in hand’, he feels that there is a cool coolness from the brain to the chrysanthemum.

He has a hunch that if he talks now, he will get into trouble.

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