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Chapter 60: The master of horizontal training who was plotted against, Batman God Brother!

Zanjin live broadcast platform.

A blogger named Batman Kung Fu God was live streaming. In the video, he was actually lifting a bucket with his forearm and one hand. The bucket was full of water, but he was very steady. The muscles on his arms were bulging and looked very ferocious.

Brother Shen wore a Batman mask on his face, leaving only his chin exposed. He was wearing a black vest, and his chest muscles were like two thick pieces of armor. He looked like a man with a broad back and thick waist.

If this happened in ancient times, he would at least be a general.

Old fans all know that this is just an appetizer at the beginning of the live broadcast, and the content that follows is the real amazing thing.

The water in the water dispenser bottle is not heavy, and an adult man who exercises regularly can lift it with one hand. However, it is not easy to lift it parallel to the forearm. It requires not only great strength but also certain skills.

Not to mention lifting two buckets of water.

In the eyes of ordinary people, he is already a super macho man.

"Welcome big brothers and big sisters to Brother Shen's live broadcast room. Brother Shen doesn't have any talents, so I'll just show you how to turn your head with one finger!"

Old fans all know that Brother Shen is more down-to-earth.

He took out two pieces of swords and stacked them up, then stretched out his right index finger and chopped directly at the swords without any accumulation of strength.

"Bang!" The sound of collision was heard
The brick couldn't withstand Brother Shen's strength and was broken into two halves by a single finger. Some parts were even broken into several pieces.

"???"

"Can anyone tell me, has he always been this fierce?"

"That's awesome, buddy, how long have you been practicing this?"

"I've seen people break bricks with a fist, and I've seen people split bricks with a palm, but this is the first time I've seen someone crack bricks with just a finger!"

"Calm down, calm down. This is all basic operation for Brother Shen."

Brother Shen's hardcore video shooting style has accumulated him millions of loyal fans, many of whom are martial artists and fitness enthusiasts, anyway, they are all strong men.

He gets good traffic every time he starts broadcasting.

"Break bricks with a punch? Spin with a palm strike? I can do all of that. Let me show you how to split a wrench with my palm strike."

Brother Shen didn't say anything, picked up a heavy wrench from under his feet, and threw it on the ground. The wrench made a crisp sound when it hit the ground, proving that the wrench was really not a prop.

Then I heard the sound of Brother Shen grunting. Every time the iron palm fell, the phone would vibrate. You can imagine how powerful Brother Shen is.

But after two or three hits, the thick wrench was bent.

"No buddy? You play like this!"

"Nima, doesn't your hand hurt?"

"According to scientists, if you train the bone strength in one area over a long period of time, most of the body's bone density will accumulate in that area, while the bone density in other areas will decrease. Is this the case with you, host?"

"I know what the above person said. People who practice Muay Thai are like this too. Their shin bone density is incredibly high!"

"You are a superman!!"

Brother Shen looked at the comments in the live broadcast room and chuckled. He had been practicing Kung Fu since he was a child. They were all family-inherited horizontal training Kung Fu. Naturally, it was not the case that he was strong in one place and weak in another.

He wouldn't argue with the people in the live broadcast room because they just didn't understand.

"I admit that the host has some skills, but compared to Master Jiang, he is a world away."

"Could it be that the person above is talking about Jiang Zhenren of the Demon-Suppressing Temple?"

"Who else could it be if not that person?" "The host is indeed a superman in our eyes, but he is nothing in front of Master Jiang."

What kind of existence is Jiang Chen?
He reached the pinnacle of his career as soon as he debuted, looking down on all sorts of monsters and demons as if they were nothing, and was a ruthless person who could summon gods to suppress evil spirits.

At that moment, the entire live broadcast room was filled with Jiang Chen's rhythm.

At first, Brother Shen didn't care, but the rhythm didn't stop at all, and Brother Shen became a little unhappy.

He has acquired a lot of skills since he was a child under his father's "careful attention". He believes that his horizontal training kung fu has reached a certain level and is no worse than anyone else.

And this Master Jiang that everyone in the live broadcast room is calling, could it be that he is a Taoist priest?
Seeing everyone in the live broadcast room belittling him like that, Brother Shen suddenly became angry. Are these people bullying him because he is an honest man?

"Don't talk about Master Jiang anymore. My Brother Shen is no worse than anyone else!" Brother Shen said a little depressed.
"Brother Shen, we old fans all know your strength. That Jiang Zhenren they're talking about is just a show effect. Only those fools take it seriously!"

"That's right! Brother Shen, you're also in Rongcheng. Why don't you go directly to the Demon Suppression Temple and expose that fake Jiang Zhenren? He's sure to attract a lot of traffic!"

"Why are you so anxious? The Demon Suppression Temple supports the fight against counterfeiting. Why don't you let Brother Shen go and fight against the counterfeiting~"

A bad voice sounded in the live broadcast room.

This instantly caused a war between Jiang Chen's fans and Shen Ge's fans. The two sides quarreled fiercely, and the number of people in the live broadcast room continued to rise.

Brother Shen has never encountered such a situation.

"Stop arguing. I won't expose other people's fakes. Let's just do our best."

"Who would listen to you? Aren't you afraid?"

"My fans have lost all face."

"Yeah, if you have the guts, go and expose the fakery at the Demon Suppression Temple. It will allow us to see if Master Jiang is truly capable, and also to see if the content of your live broadcast is fake!"

At this time, the barrage of comments that provoked a fight appeared again, but everyone was angry and naturally didn't think so much.

Who would have thought that Master Shen Ge, who was so honest, would be tricked by someone.

"Who's afraid? If that's the case, I'm going to Zhenyao Temple to fight against counterfeiting! All of you, don't leave!" The angry Shen Ge slammed his fist on the table.
With a loud "bang", the square table could not withstand the force of Brother Shen and fell apart in front of so many people.

Everyone was also frightened by this.

"Damn! If Master Jiang can't hold on, Brother Shen will probably show some mercy, right?"

"I took a look at this God Brother's work, and it seems that this God Brother is also a super ruthless person."

"Brother Shen, you have to think it through. The brothers also watched Jiang Chen's live broadcast. The opponent seems to be a bit difficult."

Some rational viewers in the live broadcast room hurried to persuade them.

After all, the strange death of Zhang Daniu has been lingering in everyone's mind for a long time.

But some people would not let these fans get what they wanted. They continued to intensify the conflicts and made Shen Ge, an honest man, angry.

"No matter who's fans are in the live broadcast room, listen up, and the video account also listens. My brother Shen is not doing this for traffic or popularity, but for the sake of his own breath!"

"I don't want to ruin other people's jobs, I just want to prove myself!"

Brother Shen really looked like an honest man, and was easily tricked.

However, Brother Shen was completely unaware.

Brother Shen wore his idol Batman mask and drove away in his Toyota Prado. Of course, he did not forget to bring his mobile phone to live broadcast the whole process.

(End of this chapter)