My Wife Is the Martial Alliance Head

282 Machoism

"In fact, I just made a small movie improv."

Li Fan haha ​​smiled, "Are the special effects amazing?"

"No bullshit! Is there a special effect I can't see yet?"

Liao Wushuang gently poke Li Fan's forehead with his fingers, "You stinky boy ... I didn't see it, the martial arts were great, but it didn't seem as cool as Bruce Lee."

"..."

Li Fan doesn't know what to say. Although Bruce Lee is powerful, he is also a master of external skills. How can he compare with his master of internal skills?

"You have such a good background in martial arts, why don't you become a martial arts star?"

Obviously, Liao Wushuang didn't know much about martial arts, and only regarded Li Fan as an ordinary master of foreign skills.

"I'm internal strength!"

Li Fan told Liao Wushuang a bit unconvinced, and Liao Wushuang asked the hot pot as he ordered it.

"It's true, then, would you give the dragon eighteen palms?"

"amount……"

This time Li Fan asked. These sister papers, when it comes to internal strength, must we think of the dragon and the eighteen palms ... This palming method described in Jin Yong's novels is indeed very powerful. Li Fan can still remember now that Qiao Feng and Yang Guo in the TV series played a golden dragon with one palm.

In reality, he can do it, but his aura is colorless and the shapes are fuzzy. And only if Li Fan enters the state of toad-strike, can he form some shapes of true energy.

The best thing to do in this regard should be Murong Ying. Only by turning her emptiness into reality can she transform her qi into other brilliant images.

And Li Fan's ability is deformed, and he is slightly immature in control of Qi.

This is just Li Fan thinks, if let others know that he can dispense 3,000 shares of qi in one breath, I am afraid that he can pee out of jealousy!

"Well, you can't even drop the dragon with eighteen palms. How can you say you are a master of internal skills?"

"..."

Suddenly Li Fan didn't know how to explain.

"Let's just say, those imaginary internal powers don't exist."

Liao Wushuang insists on his viewpoint.

The steaming hot pot has already come up, Li Fan doesn't make any difference and concentrates on the meat. As a martial artist, replenishing energy is the key.

"Scientifically, the energy of the human body is conserved."

From her point of view, Liao Wushuang told Li Fan, "Like Qi or something, how can such huge power exist in a fragile carrier like the human body? Just like a pistol to fire a bullet, it must have a sufficiently hard barrel OK. How can the human flesh and blood want to emit true energy? "

"The human body is a universe, and yin and yang are formed in the body. This yin and yang is the key to our martial arts practice."

"Too unscientific to believe."

Liao Wushuang shook his head.

Li Fan knocked the hot pot in front of him with chopsticks. "Take this hot pot, for example. We have a Dantian in our body, just like the hot water in this pot is constantly tumbling, creating this hot steam."

"But the water in the pot is heated by charcoal or electromagnetic heating."

Liao Wushuang continued to ask, "Where is the charcoal fire coming from the human body? Where does the energy come from?"

"One is the intake of food."

Li Fan continued to explain, "But only a few of them are ingested. The other is the cultivation of self energy in the human body. The true energy is circulated for a week to create more true energy. This is meditation practice."

"This is totally contrary to the law of conservation of energy."

Liao Wushuang shook his head again, apparently disbelieving.

"In short, there is nothing real, nothing. Just like traditional Chinese medicine, there is no scientific basis for witchcraft, there is no way to believe it."

Liao Wushuang stayed in the West for too long, and was subjected to Western brainwashing in his eyes. Li Fan didn't know how to help her correct her mind. The struggle between Chinese medicine and Western medicine is no longer a day or two, nor is it a Li Fan who can end it.

"Forget it, I won't argue with you anyway, anyway, today is your birthday, you are the biggest."

Suddenly Liao Wushuang smiled at Li Fan, "You're happy. It's good to like martial arts, but it's good to have a good body. But don't be too superstitious about those nihilistic qigongs or something!"

"Yes, yes, Teacher Liao is right ..."

Li Fan is completely speechless, this girl is too stubborn! Obviously everything happened to her, she didn't even believe it!

But this is also good, after all, they are ordinary people, it is better to stay away from the world of martial arts.

The battle between martial arts fighters is simply a matter of life and death. If a fragile girl like Liao Wushuang gets involved, it will be very dangerous!

Just let him bear this danger alone.

Li Fan was eating hot hot pot and filling his stomach, and his mood was much better. In short, today is my birthday and I forget all the unpleasant things.

However, the hot pot I eat today feels particularly fresh and tender, and the taste is much better than before.

"Why is today's hot pot so delicious?"

Li Fan couldn't stop eating. "Is it impossible to put poppy?"

"Go to your place. This is a very famous shop."

Liao Wushuang pointed to a plate of flamingo meat next to it, "Every ingredient is the first-class meat of the election, and the taste is naturally good!"

"Isn't it just hot pot? Where can I go?"

Li Fan said, dragging the menu over, and seeing a plate of meat on the top would require three digits, scared to almost spit out the food!

"I wipe, black shop!"

Li Fan ate such an expensive hot pot for the first time, "Would you like it so dark! A plate of beef 780?"

"This is a fine Japanese beef."

Liao Wushuang is very natural, as if it is just her canteen. "Although the taste is not particularly authentic, it is quite good. In the mainland, you can rarely eat such good Japanese beef."

"Mr. Liao ... Let's eat an ordinary hot pot next time ... I'm so full of you ..."

Li Fan is telling the truth, this 781 plate of meat is not enough to jam his teeth!

"Don't worry, it's just a little bit of pocket money. Take care, eat whatever you want, my little birthday star."

When Liao Wushuang spoke quietly, it seemed that he didn't care about it at all.

Li Fan was very embarrassed and put down his chopsticks.

"what happened?"

"I feel like a little white face."

Li Fan told the truth.

"Li Fan, Li Fan, I really don't see it, you are so masculine."

Liao Wushuang was a little helpless, but she turned her eyes and said suddenly, "Did you give me a suit, and it was even?"

"That's different!"

Li Fan was not a child, so he would not be coaxed by this sentence.

Just when the atmosphere of the two was a little stiff, a strange emphasis came from the side.

"Well, isn't this a bully? Why, eat here and sell kidney?"