Chapter 282

282 male chauvinism

"Just now, I actually made a little movie on the spur of the moment. 8??? 1? Chinese network"

Li Fan laughed, "isn't the special effect amazing?"

"Stop talking nonsense! I can't see whether it's a special effect?"

Liao Wushuang gently poked Li Fan's forehead with his finger, "you smelly boy... I don't see it. Your Kung Fu is very good, but it doesn't seem to be as cool as Bruce Lee."

“……”

Li Fan doesn't know what to say. Although Bruce Lee is powerful, he is also an external skill master. How can he compare with his internal skill master?

"You have such good martial arts foundation, why don't you become a martial arts star?"

Liao Wushuang obviously doesn't know much about martial arts. He only regards Li Fan as an ordinary external skill master.

"This is my internal skill!"

Li Fan tells Liao Wushuang somewhat unconvinced, and Liao Wushuang asks while lighting the hot pot.

"It's true. Can you subdue the dragon's eighteen palms?"

"Well..."

This knocked Li Fan upside down. Do these girls have to think of the eighteen dragon subduing palms when they mention internal skills... The palms described in Jin Yong's novels are really powerful. Li fan can still remember that Qiao Feng and Yang Guo in the TV series looked like a golden dragon with one palm.

In reality, he can do it, but his true Qi has no color, and the shape is vague. And only when Li Fan enters the state of toad attack can he condense the true Qi into some shapes.

The best way to do this is Murong Ying. Only by turning emptiness into reality can she turn genuine Qi into other vivid images.

And Li Fan's ability is heteromorphic bone replacement, and he is slightly immature in the control of genuine Qi.

This is just li Fan's opinion that if others know that he can separate 3000 true Qi at one breath, I'm afraid he can urinate jealously!

"Well, I can't even do the 18 dragon subduing palms. How can I say I'm an internal skill master?"

“……”

Li Fan suddenly did not know how to explain.

"I said, those illusory internal skills do not exist."

Liao Wushuang insists on his own point of view.

The steaming hot pot has come up, and Li Fan doesn't bother, but concentrates on the meat. As a fighter, replenishing energy is the key.

"Scientifically speaking, the energy of the human body is conserved."

Liao Wushuang told Li Fan from her point of view, "like true Qi, how can such a huge force exist in such a fragile carrier as the human body? Just like a pistol to shoot bullets, it must have a hard enough barrel. How can human flesh and blood, if they want to shoot true Qi?"

"The human body is a universe, in which there are yin and Yang. These Yin and yang are the key to our martial arts cultivation."

"It's too unscientific to believe."

Liao Wushuang shook his head.

Li Fan knocked the hot pot in front of him with his chopsticks, "take this hot pot for example. There is a Dantian in our body, just like the hot water in this pot, constantly churning, creating this steaming heat."

"But the water in the pot is heated by charcoal fire or electromagnetic heating."

Liao Wushuang continued to ask, "where does the human body come from? Where does the energy come from?"

"One is the intake of food."

Li Fan continued to explain, "but only a small amount is ingested. The other is the cultivation of self energy in the human body. The true Qi circulates for a week to produce more true Qi. This is meditation and practice."

"This completely violates the law of conservation of energy."

Liao Wushuang shook his head again, obviously disbelieving.

"In short, true Qi or something is illusory. Just like traditional Chinese medicine, witchcraft without scientific basis cannot be believed."

Liao Wushuang stayed in the west too long and was brainwashed by the western style in his eyes. Li Fan also doesn't know how to help her correct her thoughts. The struggle between traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine is no longer a day or two, nor can it be ended by Li Fan alone.

"Come on, I won't argue with you anymore. Anyway, today is your birthday, and you are the biggest."

Liao Wushuang suddenly smiled at Li Fan, "just be happy. It's good to like martial arts and have a good body. But don't be too superstitious about those illusory Qigong!"

"Yes, yes, teacher Liao is right..."

Li Fan is completely speechless. This girl is too stubborn! Obviously everything was born in front of her, and she didn't believe it!

But it's also good. After all, they are ordinary people. It's better to stay away from the world of fighters.

The fight between fighters is a life and death struggle. If such a fragile girl as Liao Wushuang is involved, it must be very dangerous!

Let him bear this danger alone.

Li Fan eats hot pot and fills his stomach, so his mood is much better. In short, today is my birthday, forget all unpleasant things.

However, the hot pot I ate today feels particularly fresh and tender, and the taste is much better than before.

"Why is today's hot pot so delicious?"

Li Fan couldn't stop eating. "Did you put the poppy?"

"Fuck you, this is a very famous shop."

Liao Wushuang pointed to a plate of flamingo meat next to him. "Every ingredient is the top-grade meat for the election campaign, and the taste is naturally good!"

"Isn't it hot pot? Where can it be better?"

Li Fan said, dragging the menu over. Seeing that any plate of meat on it was three digits, he was so scared that he almost spit out the food he ate!

"I wipe, black shop!"

Li Fan ate such an expensive hot pot for the first time. "Is it so black? A plate of beef 780?"

"This is fine and beef."

Liao Wushuang is very natural, as if this is just her canteen. "Although the taste is not particularly authentic, it is also good. In big 6, it is rare to eat such good and beef."

"Teacher liao... Can we have an ordinary hot pot next time... I can't eat enough like you..."

Li Fan is telling the truth. This 781 plate of meat is not enough for him to stuff his teeth!

"Don't worry, it's just a little pocket money. Don't worry. Just eat whatever you want, my little birthday star."

When Liao Wushuang speaks, he seems to care nothing about it.

Li Fan was very embarrassed and put down his chopsticks.

"What's the matter?"

"I have a feeling of being a little white face."

Li Fan said honestly.

"Li Fan, Li Fan, I really don't see that you are still so macho."

Liao Wushuang was also a little helpless, but her eyes turned and suddenly said, "didn't you give me a suit of clothes? It's even."

"That's different!"

Li Fan is not a child, so he won't be coaxed by this sentence.

Just when the two popularity atmosphere was a little stiff, a strange emphasis came from the side.

"Yo, isn't this a bully? Why, eat here and sell your kidney?"