Kung Fu Movie Time Travel

"Master Zhao, Master Zhao!"

Li Zhao shouted and walked into the house. Liu Nan stared at the spear and shield in the stone man's hand for a while, and then also walked into the house.

As soon as he walked into the house, a pungent smell of alcohol and rancidity filled his nose, causing Liu Nan to almost sneeze.

After taking a closer look, I saw that this was not a house, it was clearly a garbage dump. There were empty wine bottles and some spoiled food thrown everywhere in the house, and there was very little room to stay.

And on the bed in the room, there was a strong man with unkempt hair and a beard lying on his face. His arms, in particular, looked particularly thick. If you didn't look closely, you would have thought they were two thighs.

At this time, the big man was lying on the bed with his back stretched out, holding an empty wine bottle in his hand, sound asleep. He was obviously drunk before. No wonder Li Zhao shouted outside for a long time and no one answered.

"Hey, he has been like this since his father, wife and children were killed in a bombing, and there was no hope of revenge. He only drinks and sleeps every day. If it weren't for the family's financial background and some savings, he would have died of hunger long ago!"

Li Zhao sighed and said,

Liu Nan felt uneasy when he saw the big man's appearance. This was one of the reasons why he changed his original intention and stayed in Foshan. People are not machines. There are always things that you can't ignore.

"You communicate with him, I'll wait for you in the yard first!"

"Okay, wait outside, I'll wake him up right away!"

Liu Nan turned around and left the house and returned to the yard again.

Ten minutes later, Li Zhao dragged the sleepy Master Zhao to the yard.

"Hello, Master Zhao!"

Liu Nan greeted politely,

"Mr. Wang, you're welcome. I made you laugh. Azhao told me about your matter. Now I'll take you to the warehouse where the weapons are kept!"

Master Zhao rubbed his eyes and said in a rough voice,

"Thank you, Master Zhao!"

"please!"

"please!"

After the two parties hugged each other, Liu Nan and Li Zhao followed Master Zhao through the house and came to the door of the warehouse in the backyard.

Master Zhao took out the key, opened General Tie, pushed the door open and walked in. Liu Nan and Li Zhao followed suit.

The warehouse is not big, but it is not small either. It is about more than 200 square meters. On the left side of the warehouse are twenty or thirty weapons with cold light:

There are many types of swords, spears, spears, sticks, sticks, laos, 殳, pestles, rods, staffs, palladiums, handles, shovels, axes, axes, halberds, spears, forks, taos, hooks, broadswords, etc.

On the right side are three large boxes made of solid wood, leaving an open space in the middle.

"Mr. Wang, Azhao told me that what you want is a heavy-duty weapon made of fine iron. Do you plan to put it at home as a decorative ornament?"

Master Zhao didn't see Liu Nan as someone who practiced martial arts, so he took it for granted that he was a young master from a wealthy family and wanted to buy a powerful and domineering weapon to use as a large ornament at home.

He had often encountered this kind of thing before, including some martial arts gyms that had just opened, and they would ask him to build a larger weapon to put in the martial arts gym.

Liu Nan shook his head and said:

"No, I did it myself!"

Master Zhao looked at Liu Nan again in surprise, thinking he was joking, and did not ask again. Instead, he led Liu Nan and Li Zhao to the first big wooden box and explained:

"The swords, guns, swords, halberds and other weapons currently on display are basically about seven or eight kilograms, and the heavier ones are only ten or twenty kilograms. After all, if they are any heavier, it will be too laborious for ordinary martial artists to use them, so they should not meet the requirements. Your request!"

Liu Nan looked around at the dozens of weapons placed around the warehouse and nodded.

Indeed, if it were just these weapons, there would be no way to meet his requirements.

When Master Zhao saw Liu Nan nodding, he opened the lid of the wooden box at his feet and introduced:

"I have three weapons here that should meet your requirements. They were ordered by a few masters who were about to open a museum before. Now they can't find them, so they are abandoned here.

Look at the first piece, a long-handled axe. The handle is six feet two inches long and weighs one hundred and fifty kilograms. It is made of pure iron. It is also a good ornament at home! "

Liu Nan stepped forward and looked at the wooden box. He saw a black long-handled ax about one and a half meters long lying at the bottom of the box.

Master Zhao stood aside and watched Liu Nan look at the ax for a few times, then bent down and grabbed the ax handle with one hand, and quickly reminded:

"Mr. Wang, be careful. The ax is heavy and you can't lift it with one hand!"

Before he finished speaking, Liu Nan was dumbfounded as he picked up the long-handled ax with one hand. And judging from his relaxed look, it didn't look like he was holding a fine iron ax that weighed 150 kilograms. Like holding a straw,

Liu Nan picked up the long handle, danced in the center of the warehouse for a while, frowned, then threw the ax into the box and said:

"Too light, don't take advantage of me!"

Seeing the long-handled ax lying back on the bottom of the wooden box after a "clang" sound, Li Zhao and Master Zhao took a breath.

Li Zhao knew that Liu Nan was powerful. After all, he saw with his own eyes that Liu Nan easily knocked down ten elite Japanese soldiers by himself.

But I didn't expect Liu Nan's slightly thin body to be so strong. Looking at Liu Nan's posture with the long-handled ax just now, it is estimated that even a slight brush against him would cost him half of his life.

As an expert in making weapons, Master Zhao has been in contact with major martial arts masters in Foshan for many years. He is also a person with some kung fu. He also understands how amazing Liu Nan was when he danced the long-handled ax just now.

It’s not that the 150-pound long-handled ax is very heavy. Even if he picks it up and dances it a few times, it won’t be a big problem.

But if you are like this Mr. Wang, you are really a weapon wielder, and after dancing for a few minutes, you are still not blushing or out of breath, then it is absolutely impossible.

Even those powerful martial arts masters in Foshan are indeed very powerful in terms of kung fu skills. Sometimes the punch force that bursts out in an instant can even reach a thousand kilograms.

But that is just an instant burst of punching power, not strength. If you really want him to fight others with a weapon weighing more than 150 kilograms, he will probably be exhausted in a few rounds.

"I really didn't realize that Mr. Wang has such magical power. I thought Mr. Wang was joking before!"

Master Zhao exclaimed in a rough voice,

Liu Nan smiled and did not explain too much, but replied:

"It's nothing, I'm just naturally stronger!"

Master Zhao exclaimed again, nodded, walked to the second wooden box, opened the lid and said:

"Mr. Wang, since that long-handled axe feels too light to you, try this Qinglong Yanyue Sword that is imitated by Mr. Guan. This long-handled axe is nine feet and five inches long and weighs 216 kilograms. It is also fully Made of fine iron!”