Divine Lucky Star

"Too slow," Wang Hao hooked his fingers again.

After the two transformations of Muchen Bead and Doom Qi, Wang Hao's physical fitness at this time is naturally far from what it used to be. In his eyes, Yamamoto Ichiro's fist is about the same as swinging a fly...

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Yamamoto Ichiro rushed forward this time, his fists and feet were like the wind, but Wang Hao was as flexible as a monkey, jumping around, and occasionally a punch could enter his body, which was also captured by Wang Hao. With a "snap", the two fought for more than a dozen rounds in the blink of an eye. Yamamoto Ichiro could be said to be aggressive, but he didn't even touch Wang Hao's clothes!

Liao Changge and the other two priests below the ring looked at Wang Hao's body skills and shook their heads together. Ye Gongfeng said strangely: "Where did this kid learn Kung Fu? I've never seen such a style of play before."

"It's interesting to watch," Liao Changge looked carefully again, and praised: "He should not be a fixed routine. You didn't find that his body moves very freely, and he seems to be doing whatever he wants. There is no such thing as other kung fu." The routine of countering any move you see is unusual!"

The three of them had deep eyesight and quickly saw the truth, but the other onlookers obviously didn't understand. Zhao Zhenhao's anxious hands were full of cold sweat, and he said, "Brother Hao, what are you doing? Why didn't you fight back?" Woolen cloth?"

Fang Wenbin also squeezed a cold sweat secretly, and said: "This Ichiro Yamamoto's fists are full of wind, can Brother Hao do it?!"

Bai Ya Ning held her breath, her eyes fixed on Wang Hao, lest he get hurt.

They were worried about dying, but Wang Hao's only feeling on the field at this moment was——slow, too slow!

In his eyes, Ichiro Yamamoto's movements were too slow, and he didn't threaten him at all!

"Crack!" Ichiro Yamamoto's punch flew away.

"Crack!" Another punch from Ichiro Yamamoto flew away.

Eh? This kick came well-"Pa," and continued to fly!

At this time, Ichiro Yamamoto's movements on the court can be said to be as fast as the wind, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't break through Wang Hao's defense line! Wang Hao, who seems to be quite gentle, has a very powerful force in every blow, and he can always easily defuse Yamamoto's attacks!

In the blink of an eye, more than 20 rounds passed by the two of them, and Wang Hao had almost seen it. Suddenly, he found a flaw in Ichiro Yamamoto. His left leg was slightly bent, his right arm was bent inward, and he drew a circle with his right palm. With a whoosh, a palm was pressed on Ichiro Yamamoto's chest!

At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Kanglong has regrets!"

This palm went down, and there was a muffled "bang", and Ichiro Yamamoto was shot four or five meters away, and fell onto the ring with a thud!

"I rely on it!"

Seeing such a dramatic reversal, everyone in the audience was stunned!

"Fuck, is it true?!"

"Kill people so far with one palm?! What kind of trick is this?!"

"What the hell is this Kanglong Youhui? Could it be that the name of this trick is not working?!"

Chris was dumbfounded—is there really "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon"? ! The force of that palm just now is absolutely huge, otherwise it would be impossible to shoot Ichiro Yamamoto so far!

Bruce Smith exclaimed together: "Kung Fu! Heavenly Kung Fu!"

Liao Changge's three old men's jaws almost dropped to the ground: "What kind of kung fu is this kid? Is it really Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?!"

Zhao Zhenhao, Fang Wenbin, Bai Yaning and the three of them were confused together——Brother Hao is simply awesome! That palm just now can make people look stupid!

Wang Hao, who won with one move, almost burst into laughter!

In fact, he doesn't know any kung fu, it's nothing more than Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do airs, plus his own super quality!

Wang Hao naturally knows how strong his body is now—after all, he has an annual pass at the fitness center closest to his home, and he goes there to exercise for an hour every day. Now he can do 100 pull-ups. Many people are not blushing or out of breath, and the barbell is just 200 kilograms casually. How about a joke? !

"Are you okay?" Wang Hao walked forward with a smile, his face full of embarrassment, and said: "My Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are not very pure, did they hurt you?"

"No... I'm fine!" Ichiro Yamamoto was helped up by Wang Hao, clutching his chest. Wang Hao's blow just now was definitely enough for him, and he said depressedly: "It's just that your blow just now was too powerful, I felt as if I was hit by a car..."

of course? Brother didn't do anything cruel just now, otherwise it would be impossible for you to think about it now!

"Kungfu! Heavenly Kungfu!" At this moment, Smith ran over excitedly and shouted, "This Kungfu is definitely good! Mr. Wang Hao, would you like to come to Hollywood to be the martial arts instructor for this movie we made?! I think Based on your previous set of kung fu, it will definitely look good when you play it!"

You are not talking nonsense, brother's kung fu is a perfect imitation of Bruce Lee, but he is a kung fu superstar recognized by everyone in the world, how can it be worse?

"Oh, what about this?" Wang Hao smiled subtly, shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it won't work, I don't have time, you're so far away..."

"Teacher Wang Hao," Chris leaned over, eyes full of little stars: "Can you teach me this trick of Kang Long You Regret?!" This child is definitely a curious baby, wanting to learn everything...

"This trick is too masculine and not suitable for women to practice." Wang Hao began to brag again: "After you practice for a few more years, I will recommend you to learn the Nine Yin Manual, which is more suitable for women, like What are the Nine Yin White Bone Claws and the like."

Well, if I want to shoot the Condor Shooting, Mei Chaofeng is up to you!

Chris thought it was true, and nodded excitedly: "Okay!"

Zhao Zhenhao, Fang Wenbin, Bai Yaning and the three of them pursed their lips together and laughed, this old fellow is fooling people again! But speaking of which, his move just now was really scary...

"How about this, Mr. Wang Hao," Smith thought for a while, and then said: "I will send our martial arts instructor after I go back. You can teach him well, can you? Please rest assured that the reward will definitely not be small. "

It is considered a great merit to pass on Bruce Lee's kung fu. Wang Hao nodded immediately and said, "Sure, just wait for him to come and find me."

With this actual combat drill, no one doubts Wang Hao's strength at this time.

In the following time, he carefully explained the basic points of Jeet Kune Do to everyone. Anyway, it is roughly the same set in the Bruce Lee movie——

"This Jeet Kune Do is all about speed and speed. You punch me, but I can dodge it and hit you first."

"Hey, Johnson, your fist is too slow, you have to go faster!"

"Yes, yes, you punch like this, and then I use my arm to strike like this, do you think the punch is crooked? Then I punch backhand..."

He made a demonstration as he spoke, and sure enough, the fist was as fast as lightning. Before Johnson could react, Wang Hao's fist had already hit him...

"Awesome!" Smith exclaimed from the side: "This Jeet Kune Do is really powerful!" He hadn't seen Wang Hao punching just now...

"This Jeet Kune Do is really good!" Liao Changge and the three looked at each other and nodded together: "This kid is indeed a martial arts wizard. Judging by his speed, this is called fast! It is comparable to our few incompetent apprentices." Much stronger!"

Wang Hao's lecture lasted all morning, and he didn't finish until twelve o'clock.

When it was time for lunch, Bai Yaning, Zhao Zhenhao, and Fang Wenbin sent three offerings home. Wang Hao walked out of the club and was walking. Suddenly, a sweet voice came from behind: "Teacher Wang Hao, please wait for me!"

It's Chris, the curious baby...

"Why, do you have something to do with me?" Wang Hao asked curiously, "You don't want me to teach you Kung Fu again, do you?"

"No, no," Chris said with a smile, "I just wanted to ask you some questions I didn't understand before. I'll treat you to dinner at noon, okay?"

Someone invites you to dinner, and it's still a foreign girl, so it's useless if you don't go, right?

"Okay," Wang Hao nodded immediately: "Then eat whatever you want."

The two are looking for a restaurant together. Along the way, Chris asked a few more questions about the customs and customs of Tianguo, and Wang Hao answered them one by one. While walking, Chrissy's eyes suddenly lit up, and she ran to a roadside stall to look at things.

That roadside stall is the kind of small stall that you can often see in night markets selling miscellaneous things, such as necklaces, sabers, RB swords, body accessories and so on.

Wang Hao himself would definitely not be able to watch it, but Chris watched it with gusto.

"This girl is really a curious baby," Wang Hao shook his head helplessly, but when he looked up and saw the stall owner, he was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise: "Wang Wenjun, are you Wang Wenjun?!" The stall owner actually I do know him, he is from Wang Hao's hometown. His name is Wang Wenjun, and his surname is Wang, but he is only from the same village, so he is not considered a relative.