Rebirth of the Military Industrial Overlord

It was too late and it was fast, but Tan Zhenhua was stunned for a moment, and the big fist of the sand bowl had already arrived!

Almost reflexively, Tan Zhenhua turned sideways, raised his left arm and greeted him, turning around while sticking the attacking arm, an iron mountain leaned into the opponent’s arms and pressed the opponent’s chest, and stretched out his right hand. Grabbing the opponent's right arm, then screaming with both arms, and at the same time exerting force from the waist, it is necessary to throw the opponent over the shoulder.

One fell,...not moved.

Tan Zhenhua was anxious, used the strength of the milk, flushed and fell again...

Still not falling...

What can I do if I can't fall? When he learned this trick from Gao Jiande, he didn't teach it either?

Tan Zhenhua was in a hurry to get angry, and suddenly heard a leisurely voice behind him: "Little brother, don't fall, you can't practice this trick at home, you are just a display, you can't shake me."

Everyone said that, it must be true. Besides, Tan Zhenhua also knows his jinliang. He followed Gao Jiande in Wenzhou for half a month to practice Tai Chi and learned two tricks. At that time, Master Ren Gao said It is necessary to persevere in the practice of martial arts, and continue to beat the muscles and bones every day. Only three years can be achieved. But how can he Tan Zhenhua have that temperament? I have been practicing for a few days and spent a lot of time on my head. I was too interested, and I was fishing for three days and drying the net for two days. How could I have worked hard?

But after listening to this, the bancuntou on the opposite side didn’t seem to have the intention to continue doing it. He happened to be a donkey, so he let go of this guy’s arm and said angrily: "You are too strong, too. I can't fall anyhow."

Ban Cuntou stretched out his hand to squeeze out the cigarette that had been burned to the root, and was still on the ground casually, then opened his mouth and smiled at Tan Zhenhua, showing two rows of white Sensen teeth, and then asked: "My kid, where did you learn this trick? ?"

Tan Zhenhua had to admit that this smile is more pleasing to the eye than the hideous look when he was not smiling. What's more, Tan Zhenhua is not sure that there is a touch of...sincereness hidden in that smile?

However, listening to this question, it is a bit of a rooted in the world? Tan Zhenhua asked himself if he wanted to use his fist, the world he can beat... there are not many, but should he change his tongue, hehe, the world can beat him, I'm afraid there are not many... my brother Except that BT!

Now the opposite person is short-term attacking his strength, isn't it just in his Tan Zhenhua's chime?

So he smiled slightly, and put on his best pretend hand gesture...

"you guess"?

Bancuntou was visibly suffocated, a flush of flush appeared on his face, he clenched his fists involuntarily, and seemed to want to do it again.

But fortunately in the end he regained a sense of reason, and said threateningly: "Guess a fart, just the two of your three-legged cat put on the air. Most of them learned a little from a slap-stick busker. Fancy, if it wasn't for when you made the move just now, I thought your moves had something to do with my teacher. Do you think you can still stand and talk to me now?"

Well, although this is shameful, Tan Zhenhua has to admit that what they said is indeed reasonable. If it weren't for the board-cun head to let him, when he didn't fall in the first fall, they would give him a casual look, and he would have knelt already.

However, as the saying goes, "Falling the donkey does not fall." Although the fight is definitely not a fight, it can't weaken the reputation of the division, right? Although he didn't seem to have worshipped that "He school" teacher seriously.

So he opened up his lotus-like tongue and flaunted: "You have to ask where I learned this. It's easy. Stand up and listen. Be careful not to get down!

My teacher is the first major school in China’s Zhejiang and Hai Province. The founder of the school is known as the "first leg of the south of the Yangtze River" by the people of Jianghu. He has been trained in the martial arts of the Qing Dynasty, worked as a martial arts instructor at the Huangpu Military Academy, and worked as Mr. Zhongshan. Bodyguard, Mr. Liu Baichuan, Hangzhou martial arts master Liu Baichuan, who was given a plaque with the handwritten "Spirit of Martial Arts" by his husband!

My branch is the big disciple of Mr. Baichuan’s mantle, and He Changhai, the founder of the "He School"... The younger brother, Mr. Gao Xiaomao, is a direct descendant. As for me, haha, it’s the relative of Mr. Gao Xiaomao. Master Gao Jiande, nephew. "

Tan Zhenhua’s words are really not bragging, at least the relationship between the teacher and the inheritance is correct, but he asked Gao Jiande to say that the master is true, Gao Jiande did not intend to recognize him as such an apprentice, and even if he was blind for a while, If you see him being so embarrassed today, I'm afraid you will have to break your leg and expel him from the teacher's door!

However, Gao Jiande was not at the scene today, so Tan Zhenhua borrowed his brand to use it with no psychological burden. Besides, he just habitually pretended to be a force. By the way, see if he can hold the opposite side. A muscular man, so that he can get out quickly...just kidding, Xiao Tan Tan has always positioned himself as a military teacher, good? Lupin towels fit his image. It's the most annoying to use hands and feet, and it has no technical content.

Who knows, his flicker actually took effect, and he saw the awkward face of the opposite person, stretched out the big hand of Pu Shan, spread out 5 carrot-thick fingers, and started to break down one by one. ...

Tan Zhenhua was curious for a while, so he leaned forward and asked, "What are you counting?"

The stubborn muscular man replied in a muffled voice without raising his head: "I'm counting your generation."

"……What?"

Seeing Tan Zhenhua’s dumbfounded expression, Ban Cuntou explained, “Look, from the ancestor Liu Haichuan’s side, Gao Xiaomao is an apprentice, and your master Gao Jiande should be considered a grandchild, then you should They are great grandchildren..."

Tan Zhenhua felt depressed. He became the great-grandson of others by accident. Since Liu Mei forcibly recognized his godson, his generation has become younger and younger...

Well, this is not the point. The point is, what does this muscular man do?

Curiosity killed the cat, but Tan Zhenhua just couldn't control his curiosity, and asked, "What's the use of this?"

"I should call you something."

"..."

Tan Zhenhua immediately understood when Ban Cuntou said that, the feelings, the misunderstandings, this one really has something to do with him! No wonder, as soon as he saw that he took a shot, he regained his strength and let him use it. Most of that was for the sake of the same door.

However, I see that this person is obviously older than myself, and his kung fu is not a little bit stronger than myself. It takes a long time to get started, oops, it’s okay to make myself scream at this age. , What if he calculates that he is a generation shorter than him? Do you really want to call him Master Uncle?

Tan Zhenhua turned these messy thoughts in his heart, and asked the muscular man nervously: "Have you figured it out?"

The stubborn muscular man replied, "It's still counting, don't disturb me...