Tang Sisi walked out sleepyly and saw the situation in the yard and suddenly woke up completely: "What's going on?"

Wang Xiaojun was blowing air on his palm. His palm and palm edge were broken, and his slap and fingers were red.

Hu Tailai told Tang Sisi: "Xiaojun said that he would have to fight 90,000 palms in one day, and fight for three consecutive days."

"Are you crazy?" Tang Sisi shouted.

Wang Xiaojun started again. He found that the pain in his hands would be less once he waved his palm. It was like eating spicy food. The feeling of eating constantly would not be too obvious. It was the most uncomfortable only when he stopped.

Tang Sisi sat on the steps and took out her cell phone and pressed it for a while, then suddenly looked up and said, "Wang Xiaojun, stop hitting, do you know what the concept of 90,000 palms a day is?"

Wang Xiaojun was stunned and said, "What's the concept?"

Tang Sisi looked at her phone and said, "There are 24 hours a day, 3600 seconds a day, and 86400 seconds a day, which means that you can't even hit a palm every second!"

Hu Tailai also said: "I only swung 500 punches every day. You can swing more palms in three days than I hit a year. What kind of practice is this? Xiaojun, you have to practice martial arts step by step."

Wang Xiaojun said: "I haven't calculated it. It's only 80,000 seconds a day, but you can never just slap one palm in one second. If you are faster, you can slap three or four palms." He said while whispering, whispering to himself, "1211, 1222, 1223..."

Hu Tailai said speechlessly: "Is this the martial arts that your junior sister teaches you?"

Wang Xiaojun nodded and reported the number: "1224,1225..."

Hu Tailai said, "Maybe this is just a joke she is playing with you?"

"No, I understand Qingqing's character." Wang Xiaojun continued to report.

Hu Tailai couldn't, so he had to spread his hands and said, "Anyway, I've never seen such a radical and ridiculous way of practicing. If you start from the foundation, it might be feasible after practicing for three or five years-" Hu Tailai suddenly said, "I understand, your junior sister has three years of basic skills, and she didn't do it since the first day!"

"Since the junior sister can do it, I can do it too!" Wang Xiaojun was as stubborn as if he was caught in an evil spirit.

Tang Sisi looked at him in panic and pulled Hu Tailai's sleeve and said, "Go and stop him quickly. If he continues to hit him like this, his palm will be ruined."

Wang Xiaojun gasped and said, "It's useless. Now you stop me and wait for you to sleep. I will hit the wall."

Hu Tailai also said nervously: "Xiaojun, what medicine have you taken? Why didn't I know you are still a tough guy?"

"I am the future of all the sects!"

"Speak human words!"

"I don't like Tang Que, I want to beat him up!"

Tang Sisi whispered: "It's not that he took the wrong medicine, he is a Scorpio - hold a grudge!"

Hu Tailai shook his hands and said, "Tang Que is not a wooden stake. Besides, if you continue to hit like this, you will really kill your palms."

Wang Xiaojun ignored anyone and continued to hit the wooden stake with his palm. When he went to the yard to light the lights, the sound of his hitting the wooden stake was a bit like the sound of broken watermelons colliding with wooden boards. The skin on his palm was all over, bloody. It looked terrible. Tang Sisi's face turned pale and accompanied Wang Xiaojun without saying a word.

In fact, Wang Xiaojun had long wanted to stop. The pain caused by swinging his palm was something he had never felt in his life. It can be said that every palm he reached the critical point of his body's pain, and each palm raised this critical point.

When he barely hit ten thousand palms, Wang Xiaojun actually breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that he could not give up. Unless he fell down, the hardship he had suffered before would be in vain. Although it was not as easy as he thought, it seemed that it was not that difficult...

Late at night, Tang Sisi couldn't hold on anymore, so Hu Tailai persuaded her back to the room and comforted her that she would look at Wang Xiaojun.

The wooden man stake was already covered with blood. Wang Xiaojun's eyes were redder than his palms, and he slapped it out one after another. He had lost the arrogance he had when he first said bold words, but Hu Tailai suddenly found that he had no sign of the oil and the lamp was dry. It was like a furnace of charcoal fire burning to the middle stage, releasing heat every breath. If it were an ordinary person, he would have collapsed long ago. Whether physically or mentally, there was no doubt that Wang Xiaojun was such an ordinary person in Hu Tailai's eyes before, but he could still hold on, as if waving his palm brought him pain, and also gave him energy at an extremely weak speed and frequency.

Hu Tailai actually didn't believe that the Iron Palm Gang was full of mediocre people at first. He still clearly remembers what the Master described to him:

"The Iron Palm Gang is the most powerful and domineering sect in the world!"

If you don’t have unique martial arts, how can you become the most powerful and domineering sect?

When it was almost dawn, Wang Xiaojun had enough 60,000 palms! He left the wooden stake in silence, found medicine powder and gauze to wrap his palms tightly, then crashed into his house and fell on the bed, and hummed a few words with Hu Tailai who was following him: "Stop following, go to bed."

"Do you... want to give up?" Hu Tailai couldn't tell whether his tone was relaxed or disappointed, or what he was looking forward to.

"The day Qingqing said... was 24 hours..." Wang Xiaojun fell asleep directly after saying this.

Hu Tailai closed the door for him and came out gently.

...

The next day, Hu Tailai had just finished washing up and his three female apprentices also came.

Now these four masters and apprentices have formed a certain tacit understanding. Hu Tailai practices boxing while practicing, while Sister Pili, Lanmao and Chen Jing squat on horseback first. Wang Xiaojun entered the front yard with bloodshot eyes. The girls said hello to him and ignored him and went straight to the wooden stake and patted him...

Sister Pili said in surprise: "Uncle Master also practices martial arts?" Although they had not been in contact with Wang Xiaojun for a long time, they also knew that this "Uncle Master" "does not learn 'martial arts'."

Hu Tailai signaled them not to disturb Wang Xiaojun.

Wang Xiaojun pressed the picture nailed on the bamboo pole and hit it again, which is 30 palms. This is his experience yesterday - 90,000 divided by 30 is 3,000, which means that the task can be completed by hitting 3,000 times on the picture. 3,000 is much less than 90,000. Although it is the difference between fickleness and fickleness, Wang Xiaojun can only rely on this to make fun of his suffering.

The Pili sisters moved their steps and naturally surrounded Wang Xiaojun and stole horses into a circle. Lan Mao couldn't help but ask, "What kind of kung fu is this?"

Hu Tailai said seriously: "Don't practice the qigong, you can avoid it!"

Wang Xiaojun said indifferently: "You want to learn, I will teach you."

Hu Tailai whispered: "Your uncle (referring to his head) is a little stimulating, so no one of you can provoke him!"

The female apprentices followed the teacher's order and turned all over...

Tang Sisi didn't sleep well all night. When she woke up early in the morning, she saw Wang Xiaojun going crazy there again. This time she didn't say anything. After a while, she came out with a rice cooker and said, "I'll make fried rice for you eggs at noon."

Hu Tailai said excitedly: "Advisors, you have a good time today."

Sister Pili said, "Master is so stingy. Is it a tooth sacrifice for us to eat fried rice?"

Hu Tailai smiled and said, "You will know after you taste it!"

Not long after, the three old men and Xie Junjun took the whole at the door again. The old men were surprised to see that Wang Xiaojun was still unable to get along with the wooden stakes.

"Do you really want to be a martial arts master?" Uncle Wang glanced at him and went in.

"It's a little bit less, we're still playing cards." Mr. Li also went in.

Uncle Zhang watched Hu Tailai's female disciples practiced martial arts for a while, and then he reluctantly went in.

The moment before Tang Sisi announced the meal, Wang Xiaojun hung his arms beside him and sat on the steps and stopped moving.

Hu Tailai said, "You won't practice anymore?"

"The mission on the first day has been completed!" Wang Xiaojun said with a long breath.

A strange fragrance wafted over and immediately attracted the attention of people in the yard.

Wang Xiaojun turned his head and rushed into the room and said, "Don't you think I don't care about lunch? I'll satisfy you once today."

Tang Sisi came out with plates of fried rice. The old man and the girls surrounded him in an instant. Wang Xiaojun huddled his hands and squeezed into the crowd: "Give it one hand and give it one hand, let the comrades with the most labor force eat first!"

Tang Sisi handed Hu Tailai a worried look, and Hu Tailai whispered: "It's okay, and the strength to talk means he can't die."

When Tang Sisi handed Wang Xiaojun a plate of fried rice, he did not answer or respond. He bent down and bit the rice grains on his head. Everyone immediately reacted that Wang Xiaojun could no longer lift his arm.

Tang Sisi patted Wang Xiaojun's forehead and fed him with tears in his eyes. The Pili sisters were joking and laughing: "It's so sweet. It turns out that Uncle Master and Sister Sisi are just a couple."

Wang Xiaojun glared and said, "Sweet, don't mess with me, I will be invincible in the world in 48 hours!" Mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
Chapter completed!