During the meal, Wang Xiaojun kept urging Tang Sisi to speed up the progress. He chewed in big mouthfuls, his cheeks stretched out.

The old men praised Tang Sisi's skills. Wang Xiaojun stood in front of the wooden stake with a big mouthful of rice in his mouth and held his neck.

Uncle Zhang waved to him: "Stop it—this grandson is crazy."

Wang Xiaojun trembled with his arms and hands. Now he has to put a lot of effort into raising his arms every time. He initially thought that it was a matter of time to hit 90,000 palms a day, but later he found that there were mental problems, and finally found that it was a problem of ability. For example, a horse can run 20 kilometers per hour, so theoretically it can run 480 kilometers 24 hours a day, but in fact, no horse can run for so long. Now Wang Xiaojun is frightened to find that it takes more than 1 second to lift his arms just once, which means that theories are not enough to hit 90,000 palms! His arms are trembling even harder.

At this time, Mr. Li finished lunch and shook his arms and said, "I finished eating and moving on, and I will continue later!" Wang Xiaojun glanced inadvertently and suddenly found that Mr. Li's arms were as perpendicular to his body as two ropes. That is to say, his arms were not exerted, but his waist was twisting. In fact, this is an action that an old man often does when he exercises early - he swung his arms around his chest and back as if nothing had happened, all the strength on his waist and abdomen.

Wang Xiaojun was so happy that he twisted his waist and swung his right arm out with the inertia of his side. He shook his shoulders and swung his right palm as usual! With the cooperation of his waist and shoulders, the progress actually kept up.

In a short period of time, everyone became accustomed to Wang Xiaojun's crazy and started to go their separate ways. Only Tang Sisi was still sitting on the steps, holding her chin and looking at Wang Xiaojun.

Wang Xiaojun twisted his body like a worm and waved his palm and said, "Si Si, don't you accompany me. I've already slapped 100,000 palms. Isn't it all in vain to tell me to give up the hardships I had suffered in the past? It's like trading stocks. Although I bought it for five yuan per share, it's down to one yuan, as long as I don't sell it, it will rise to fifty sooner or later!"

Mr. Zhang almost jumped up as if he was stabbed by a needle: "Which grandson is talking about stock trading? He just came out to play cards to avoid peace and quiet. Someone said something wrong in my ear. My stock is related to what you said - only fifty will be left if you lose 10,000 yuan!"

Wang Xiaojun said, "You are always hanging big fish with long lines."

"Fuck! How long can I do this at my age?" Uncle Zhang was so angry that he called out a note he needed, and wanted to get it back and eat it first.

"You take care of him!" Uncle Li kicked the door.

Seeing that Wang Xiaojun could not fight with the old men, he slightly turned his head and said to Sister Pili: "Let your master teach you some real skills. Where can you squat at the horse stance? If you spend money on this squat?"

Sister Pili laughed and said, "My master said, it's useless to learn anything if you don't make the basic skills solid. Besides, how do you know that we haven't learned real skills?" In fact, Sister Pili has been pestering Hu Tailai to learn moves. In order to maintain the dignity of the master, she used the tricks Hu Tailai usually said to deal with Wang Xiaojun.

Lan Mao said to Sister Pili: "Senior Sister, I see that Uncle Master is really stimulated, so don't fight him."

Wang Xiaojun suddenly said, "Chen Jing, you are about to take the college entrance examination and you will review it quickly. There is a saying that goes, don't underestimate this little time. Maybe it's the difference between first and second books."

Chen Jing said lightly: "I can get one if I don't review it."

Hu Tailai covered his face and didn't say anything. He knew that Wang Xiaojun was not trying to argue with anyone. It was just a joy in suffering in despair. It was similar to chatting with the people next to the pit during the period when he fell into a cesspool and waited for someone to save you. When he and his brothers were punished by his master to squat for 45 minutes, they also spoke in this way.

In this way, Wang Xiaojun was chatting while hitting wooden stakes. In the middle of the afternoon, he suddenly became quiet...

Wang Xiaojun has already hit the picture on seven pages of paper for nearly 4,000 times. Now all the moves have been memorized and flowed. He really wants to speed up, but he just can't get up. The main reason is that the wood that emerges from the wooden man's stake - this oblique piece of wood grows a larger piece than the normal stake hands on both sides. Wang Xiaojun has to bypass it many times if he wants to hit the stake body. Sometimes he also wants to change the position, but because of the angle of the palm attack, he can never get around it. His current situation is like a bank banknote counter. His hand speed is obviously very fast, but he has always a steel slag in a large bundle of 100 yuan bills to disrupt his progress. He really wants to cut it off with an axe!

Wang Xiaojun suddenly felt stagnant after hitting more than 100,000 palms. Of course, this stagnation was compared with the past, which made him feel like he was stuck in his throat. Wang Xiaojun suddenly became furious as he beat him. Leng Ding flew up and kicked the wooden man stake, while cursing: "Fuck, a wooden stake is against me too!" He kicked the stake in the middle of the stake, and his body was bounced to the ground. Wang Xiaojun kicked him up without saying a word, "I'm fighting with you!"

Seeing this, Tang Sisi cried out, "Wow": "Wang Xiaojun, stop beating, can't Tang Que and I leave?"

"It's okay, I'm just venting." Wang Xiaojunqiang calmed down for a moment, and then silently returned to the wooden stake. This time, whenever his palm wanted to circumvent the horizontal bar, he would find a way to adjust his posture and try to minimize useless work, which actually worked a lot.

Hu Tai saw three points and thrilling seven points. Here he was the only one who understood that Wang Xiaojun was one step away from Wu Blindness through this move. Back then, he learned boxing one by one, but this can only be called learning boxing but not boxing. Boxing was learned by oneself by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one. This is also the biggest confusion of martial arts for the majority of martial arts blind people - if your swordsmanship is one by one, then why should I cooperate with you? I might have avoided it when you stabbed.

Maybe I think I'm faster than you and stabbing someone, and then I'll make a move. Wouldn't the sweep in your sword technique be useless? But facts have proved that it's useless in actual combat, but martial arts practitioners cannot only learn one set of sword techniques. If you avoid other sword techniques, you will naturally have other sword techniques to restrain you. In other words, learning martial arts requires people's subjective initiative and know how to adapt. Just like the teacher can only teach you mathematical formulas, because no matter how powerful the exercise collection is, it cannot cover all exercises.

Wang Xiaojun has memorized the formula and spontaneously understood the flexibility. This is completely the result of a massive amount of mechanical exercises. If he only practiced the thirty iron palm poses three or five times a day, it would be impossible for him to pursue this kind of pursuit in a short period of time.

In the afternoon, Wang Xiaojun stopped practicing without warning and left with his hands behind his back. His behavior of thinking about it for a while almost everyone in the yard became neurotic. Tang Sisi shouted: "Wang Xiaojun, where are you going?"

"I'll go change to a big trouser with elastic bands." Wang Xiaojun said expressionlessly.

"Why do you need..." Tang Sisi felt that she suddenly understood that although Wang Xiaojun rarely drank water in order to seize the time, he still had normal excretion needs. Given that his arms and hands had become such virtues, it might become very difficult for him to untie his trouser belt by himself, and changing a big trouser became the perfect solution.

"You can let Tang Sisi feed you; you must never let Hu Tai take it!" At this time, Wang Xiaojun's mind was full of this sentence, which was his bottom line...

Uncle Zhang lit a cigarette and said, "We have watched him grow up since we were young, why didn't we realize that this grandson is still a god?"

Uncle Li said leisurely: "I don't know whether it's a god or a god. This kid is a typical Wang family member. It's not that you don't let him do whatever he wants to do, but that he can't do whatever you say, and that he can do it for you to show it!" Mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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