Pushing martial arts horizontally: starting from depriving the mantis shrimp of its talent

Chapter 19 Second Charge
Laifeng Tower

After entering the room, Senior Brother Ma De booked a large box directly. There were two tables in the box, which could accommodate everyone.

"Junior Brother Chen, let's have a drink!"

A strong man with a beard, tall and thick, who looked like Zhang Fei came over with two large bowls of wine in his hands.

Tie Zhigang, who was sitting next to him like a wall, introduced

"This is Senior Brother Zou Hongxiu. He has been here for four years. He has also practiced Gravel Fist to the level of Stone Skin. Apart from the senior brother, he is the best at practicing Gravel Fist."

"When you weren't here, only Senior Brother Zou was willing to fight with me."

Hearing this, Chen Cheng took the big bowl from Zou Hongxiu's hand, raised his head and drank all the wine in the bowl.

"Okay! That's bold enough! I, Lao Zou, like a bold person like you!"

When Zou Hongxiu saw Chen Cheng finish the drink in one gulp, his good impression immediately increased. He also drank all the wine in the bowl and slapped him on the shoulder.

"You, Senior Brother Zou, are just average, but you still have a few blacksmith shops at home. If you want to make any weapons, just come to me!"

After saying that, Zou Hongxiu turned around and returned to his position.

Zou Hongxiu's action seemed to be the beginning, and then everyone came up to toast.

However, many of them don't have Zou Hongxiu's drinking capacity, so they use small wine glasses.

Chen Cheng refused to refuse anyone who came, whether it was a small cup or a big bowl, he drank it all in one go, leaving a good impression on people.

Senior Sister Li Mei also went up to toast a glass of wine, and then sat back with two finished wine glasses.

He smiled at the other two female disciples beside him and said

"When my junior brother first came in, he had a cold face. I thought he was a difficult person to get along with, but I didn't expect him to be quite easy-going."

The other two female disciples, one is wearing a white shirt and has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. If she were in men's clothing, she would be on par with Chen Cheng, but wearing women's clothing still has a heroic air.

Although the other female disciple is not a stunning beauty, due to her martial arts training, she has a tall and straight figure, slender thighs, and red makeup. She is also a beauty in the eyes of ordinary people.

Those who can become the disciples of the Gravel Fist inner courtyard have good family conditions.

Rich families naturally have no shortage of beauties, so most of their children are pretty good-looking.

The woman in white shirt took a wine bottle and poured two glasses, then walked towards Chen Cheng with the wine glass in hand.

After seeing Chen Cheng finish the drink in one gulp, he also drank it in one gulp, which caused a burst of applause.

Seeing that the atmosphere over there was getting heated, Li Mei looked at the indifferent female disciple with red makeup and asked

"Qiangqiang, Xia Lan has gone, won't you go?"

The woman with red makeup was named Lan Qiang. After hearing this, she glanced at Lu Xialan, who was mingling with the male disciples over there, curled her lips, and picked up a peanut with chopsticks.

"I'm not as humble as her."

"A group of people either have a little money in their families, or they are marginalized people who are not valued in the family. My family does not run a business association like hers, so I am too lazy to establish a relationship with them."

Seeing this, Li Mei couldn't say much.

Lan Qiang's father was the former Wangjiang Prefect. He scored top marks in every four-year evaluation, so he was transferred to Wenting, the capital city, to serve as the magistrate of a county, which was equivalent to a high-ranking official in his previous life.

Because she had just taken up her new job and everything had not been sorted out yet, Lan Qiang was left in Wangjiang City. However, after her father arranged everything, he would definitely take Lan Qiang and her daughter over.

In comparison, the Gravel Fist Gym is considered a lower-middle-class martial arts gym in Wangjiang City. In the same realm, relying on the fierce strength of the Gravel Fist, the Gravel Fist disciples are not only not weak, but also very strong.

But the reason why the gravel boxing gym is not famous is because the gravel boxing in the boxing gym has no way to succeed.The Gravel Fist only has three realms: cowhide, stone skin, and copper skin, which respectively correspond to the first and second levels of entering energy and blood refining.

If Old Man Ma hadn't come to Wangjiang City decades ago and relied on the gravel fist killing move Thunder Breaking Style to last the other martial arts masters in the ring for a stick of incense, otherwise he wouldn't have had his turn at all. This blood refining second level opened a gym to teach boxing.

But not everyone can practice the Thunder Breaking Style. Other disciples who practice Stone Fist will face the dilemma of having no way out after reaching Copper Skin.

For other inner sect disciples, the second level of blood refining can be regarded as mid-to-high-end combat power in Wangjiang City, which is enough.

But for Lan Qiang, any martial artist in his family has such strength, so it's no wonder he looks down on them.

Li Mei sighed. Lan Qiang's father was the prefect of Wangjiang. Lan Qiang had no scruples in Wangjiang. She was surrounded by the children of high-ranking officials and they were constantly complimented and flattered. This also developed her attitude of looking above the top. temper.

But after her father was promoted to Wen Ting Tong Magistrate, the county magistrate was no longer in charge, and all the young masters who used to surround her disappeared.

That is to say, her husband is a captain in Wangjiang, and there is no one around Lan Qiang recently, so she can say a few words.

In the second half of the banquet, everyone else paired up and played games such as guessing. Chen Cheng was not interested in these. He sat on the window with a bottle of wine and looked at the bright and colorful Beicheng outside the window, his eyes a little blurred.

"If we were in Nancheng or Dongcheng, I'm afraid it would already be pitch black at this time."

Beicheng has developed commerce, and various entertainment venues are open until midnight.

A rush of footsteps came from below, and Chen Cheng watched a ragged child scurry through the crowd with a panic expression.

Behind him, several men with their chests and clothes open, and fierce-looking men kept chasing after them with cheers.

"It seems that no matter where you are, there are such things as gangs."

Chen Cheng shook his head, raised his head and drank all the wine in the flask.

For him, these drinks are not intoxicating at all. As soon as they are consumed, they are digested into energy, which replenishes the deprivation ability.

"Ok?"

After drinking a bottle of wine, Chen Cheng suddenly felt a tremor all over his body and raised his eyebrows.

"Is charging finally completed?"

It was nine months ago since the last time his super power was filled. In the past nine months, due to the infinite division in the first five or six months, Chen Cheng's energy from eating was used for physical growth. Later, the Qi When blood gradually becomes sufficient and progress decreases, there is excess energy to charge abilities.

In the past two months, due to the colorful snake meat, the charging speed has suddenly increased, and it was only tonight that it was fully charged.

"I have to figure out which creature I want to deprive of my talent this time."

The mantis shrimp talent spell gives him a theoretically infinite lifespan, as well as a physique suitable for the Gravel Fist.

But when it comes to refining blood, one has to break through the limits, and the talent of the mantis shrimp is of little use in this regard.

After drinking and eating, everyone went home. Li Mei and two male disciples escorted Lan Qiang.

After Chen Cheng said goodbye to the others, he walked on the streets of Beicheng.

A year ago, he had been hanging out in Beicheng for a while, making a small fortune using a recipe for turning brown sugar into white sugar, but then he was frightened away by a gang who came to him after smelling the money.

“Time flies so fast”

Chen Cheng sighed with emotion.

When I was about to return to my residence in Dongcheng, I passed by a street with few people, and suddenly I heard the muffled sound of fists and feet hitting my body, and at the same time, there was the sound of a child begging for mercy.

(End of this chapter)