Plane hunting

Chapter 217 I Will Not Be Fooled!

"Wait. No more fights. No more fights!"

Baliming waved his hand to call for a stop, and then regardless of Huang Shaohong's willingness or not, he dodged, carrying the heavy shackles and shot balls, and crawled back to his own cell along the railing he had broken off. The thick railing snapped back into place.

Facing Ba Liming's rogue style of hitting when he said he would hit, and not hitting when he said he would not fight, Huang Shaohong was a little bit dumbfounded, he couldn't just go and break the railing and continue doing it.

Just when he was depressed, he heard a stubborn sound from outside, the iron door of the cell was opened, and two prison guards came in with two meals, and gave one to each of Huang Shaohong and Baliming, and at the same time gave the former the daily necessities. A copy came over, washing tools and brand new tableware.

The eyes of the two prison guards looking at Huang Shaohong were full of disbelief. The commotion just now was so loud, and these prison guards had already been outside through the gate of the cell to watch melon-eating crowd for a while, so they could clearly see what happened.

At this moment, looking at the deformed railing due to the fight, I couldn't help but click my tongue secretly. It's a steel bar as thick as a goose egg.

In the eyes of these prison guards, Baliming had already become an inhuman existence, and he was used to it, but at this time, another Huang Shaohong was added to the list of inhumans.

The prison guard didn't say much, he put down his food, nodded and smiled at the two of them friendly, and left with a forced smile.

Huang Shaohong looked at the food. There was a big pot of rice, a tray of six dishes, three meat and three vegetables. The meat dishes were braised pork, sliced ​​pork, and roast chicken drumsticks. The vegetarian dishes were fried potato chips, soy broccoli, and mapo tofu.

This is not what the prisoners eat. It is estimated that the prison guards also eat this food.

Glancing towards Ba Liming, the food is the same as his, three meat and three vegetables, big vat of rice.

The two of them started to fight just now, and they both moved secretly, and their physical strength was exhausted. At this time, they each picked up the food and started to eat.

Huang Shaohong babbled while eating, and said to Ba Liming: "I said, don't you want to pay for the hairy beard? Why did you go back!"

After speaking, I took the chicken leg and put it in my mouth to chew a few mouthfuls, and swallowed it directly, without vomiting the bones, chewing it into pieces is just right for calcium supplementation!
Ba Liming is different from Huang Shaohong, when he eats, he chews slowly, as if savoring the taste, he laughed after hearing this:
"Boy, don't try to lie to me, you came here to fight with me, Ba Liming, right?"

"'Tiger Roaring Golden Bell Jar', 'Dragon Yin Iron Cloth Shirt'. Minor success, great success, and completeness, you're almost done. With your age, you can practice these two horizontal hard skills to this level. Yes, it must be a virgin, what kind of QJ crime. Hehe, you can’t fool me!”

Huang Shaohong sprayed it directly. He is handsome, chic, handsome, personable, young and rich, and possesses incredible abilities. His whole life is just such a little unfinished thing. This is so obvious at a glance. He Gritting his teeth secretly, he must find a beautiful girl to break his merits when he turns around.

Ba Liming laughed and said: "You don't have to be curious, I have practiced these two kung fu for 30 years, if you don't understand this bit of common sense, what a joke!"

While eating, he admired: "Iron Wire Fist, Tiger and Crane Double Shape, not only has the true meaning of the Tiger and Crane, but also the use of moves is superb, and I can also seize half a step in the fight with me. It's really amazing! When did Hongmen come out?" You are such a young master?"

Huang Shaohong shook his head: "I practice Hongquan, but I'm not a member of Hongmen!"

Ba Liming was surprised and said: "Although Hongquan has been widely spread, in today's world, apart from overseas Hongmen, all other branches have declined. I didn't expect there to be a complete inheritance. A master like you can be born. By the way, you just now The last stance uses progressive movement, blocking and hammering, advancing and retreating hand in hand, flexible movement, it should be Sun Style Tai Chi, you are young, but you have learned a lot!"

Huang Shaohong had nothing to hide, so he talked about the exchange of punches with Zhou Binglin, and Baliming said in surprise:
"The Confucian lost method of nourishing Qi?"

After getting the confirmation, he laughed and said: "Your cheap senior brother has picked up a big deal, but Confucianism can cultivate one's character, although it can be used as a pill, but it is not a warrior's mentality after all. After all, it is not as good. You are still a villain. I don’t know who’s behind it, but when you find me here, why do you want me to be a sharpening stone? Are you not afraid that I will kill you?”

Now that people have seen through it, Huang Shaohong didn't refute it, curled his lips, and said disdainfully: "I tried it just now, why didn't you kill me?"

Ba Liming said seriously: "I am an alchemy warrior with a long afterlife. You are a master of energy transformation. Even if you are born with supernatural power and talent, you can explode several times of dark energy. Your strength is not as good as mine. Even if you are against boxing moves His comprehension is quite extraordinary, but if you don't make a hundred moves, you will surely die under my fists!"

Huang Shaohong didn't take it seriously: "How do you know that I don't have a back hand? If it's a fist fight, maybe I'm not as good as you. If it's a death fight, I have plenty of ways to kill you. Believe it or not!"

As soon as Baliming stared, he was about to blow his beard and stare, and turned his face to fight, but he suffocated suddenly, with a smile on his face, pointed at Huang Shaohong and said with a smile: "Good boy, I almost fell into your provocative method, don't you just want to provocate Should I act as your stepping stone, I will not be fooled!"

Seeing that he saw through, Huang Shaohong didn't say much anymore, just smiled and began to eat.

After eating, Baliming picked up the thick glass jar fixed with an iron frame on his bedside table, squeezed the lid off, and grabbed a cobra soaked in wine from it with one hand, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and ate it. At the same time, he picked up the jar and gulped down the medicinal wine.

After taking the medicinal wine, Baliming stretched his arms and stretched his muscles and bones. He didn't see how he moved, but he saw a series of vibrations from his feet upwards. His sturdy canvas clothes seemed to be violently whipped by countless whips. It was his action to stir up the qi and blood and let the alcohol flow into the blood vessels of the whole body.

Afterwards, Baliming started to practice boxing in his own cell, Taiji, Bagua, Xingyi, Baiyuan Tongbei, Dasheng Pihang, all kinds of boxing skills are at his fingertips.

The tricks are exquisitely used, although not as good as Huang Shaohong, but it is not bad at all with masters like GOD and Tang Zichen, especially in the boxing techniques that have Ba Liming's own comprehension.

The meaning of boxing is like a mountain like a mountain, like a river like a sea, and it changes with the boxing method, but no matter how it changes, it will be turned upside down. The meaning of the turbulence of the mountains and rivers is hidden in it, which greatly benefits Huang Shaohong who is watching from the side.

He remembered that in the original book, Ba Liming's boxing intention was "the emperor's star fluctuates, and the world is turned against him".

After Ba Liming finished practicing boxing, he ignored Huang Shaohong, sat cross-legged on the concrete bed, and began to meditate on his own.

In the following time, no matter how provocative Huang Shaohong was, Baliming was unmoved, but just said with a sneer: "Boy, do you think I, Baliming, seem to be someone else's sharpening stone?"

"picture!"

Huang Shaohong only said one word, and people ignored him. He closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

After dinner, Baliming began to practice boxing again. After the practice, he lay down on the cement bed and started the kung fu practiced by Huang Shaohong when he first saw him. He used special syllables to vibrate the viscera and strengthen the viscera.

This Ba Liming practiced kungfu more diligently than Huang Shaohong, he was really a martial idiot, he had nothing else to do in his life except practicing martial arts.

He didn't argue, Huang Shaohong had a lot of ideas. When Baliming was shaking his internal organs with his voice, he took out a wooden box from his luggage and took out a two-legged kick from inside.

It was left over from the firecracker battle with Aunt Thirteen during the Chinese New Year in Huang Feihong's world. Let him pack it in a wooden box with some firecrackers, and put them in the luggage without any hassle.

He picked up one and pointed it at Bariming.

With a muffled sound of 'dong', the second kicker passed through the railing and went straight to Baliming who was snoring on the bed in the adjacent cell.

The sleeping Baliming suddenly frowned, and stretched out two fingers to pinch Er Tijiao in his hand.

(End of this chapter)