Chapter 121: The Death of the Little Old Man
Li Changsheng felt a sudden increase in chest pressure. The little old man's fist had not yet touched his chest, and the strength carried by his fist had already made him feel it. The little old man indeed has a proud capital, he should be the most outstanding figure in Xingyi Fist.
"Pity! You learned such good kung fu, but used it to do bad things!"Li Changsheng said regretfully.
Li Changsheng stood still, his chest bearing the punch of the little old man who could kill a bison. Everyone thought that Li Changsheng's sternum would break, his internal organs would be injured, and he would spit out blood. As a result, the tone of Li Changsheng's voice remained unchanged: "There is an insect that is born in spring, but dies in summer. You tell it what the beautiful ice and snow in winter look like, and it won't believe it. There is a frog in a deep well that never jumps out for life. You tell it the vastness of the sea, and it also thinks it's absurd. Ordinary people can't understand Tao!"
The little old man had an incredulous expression on his face, and he couldn't help but take a step back. "Are you practicing Iron Cloth Shirt Kung Fu? How could that be? Are you so young to become Iron Cloth Shirt Kung Fu?"
There is a kind of martial arts called Iron Cloth Shirt in Shaolin Temple.
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It is said that the monks of Shaolin Temple stand there every day, take a deep breath, hold their breath, and then beat their whole bodies with branches. After the body can withstand the beating of the branches, use a wooden stick to beat. In the future, use an iron rod to beat the body. Until any part of the body can withstand the impact of an iron rod, the body has a strong ability to resist attacks. It's like wearing an iron shirt. Legend has it that some monks have excellent martial arts skills in their iron cloth shirts. Even with a knife, their bodies will not be injured. However, this ability to resist attacks usually takes decades to develop successfully.
Li Changsheng sighed and said, "Your kung fu is considered top-notch among the kung fu masters I have seen. However, once you have kung fu, you become arrogant and use it to indulge in various desires. You will never understand the true Tao. If you stop your behavior now, you can still live your old age with peace of mind."
The little old man's face went from red to blue, from blue to purple. He stood there for a while before suddenly reacting and sneering, "Legend has it that Iron Cloth Shirt Kung Fu is difficult to learn. Besides, it is a kind of Kung Fu with strong resistance attack ability, not a kind of Kung Fu with strong attack ability. I haven't heard of any Kung Fu master who can dominate the world with Iron Cloth Shirt Kung Fu."
The little old man roared loudly, "Since I have accepted the position and salary offered by the Chen family, I must carry out the task given to me by the Chen family! Do you dare to compare your attack ability with me?"
After the little old man finished speaking, he immediately exerted all his strength and twisted his waist, imitating the predatory posture of a tiger, jumping up and punching Li Changsheng in the face.
Li Changsheng said, "Play with fire and self immolate!" He also raised his right fist, and the two fists collided, making a dull collision sound.
Everyone saw the little old man's arms trembling, and soon the little old man's body was also trembling. The little old man felt a powerful energy instantly attacking his entire body along his arm, and his body trembled like an electric shock. Finally, the whole body's bones made a popping sound like fried beans, and then blood flowed out of its mouth, nose, and eyes, like a puddle of mud, falling to the ground.