Chapter 72

On the ground in front of the middle-aged monk, a large propaganda drawing was laid on the floor. On the propaganda drawing, dozens of functions were written, such as rheumatism, arthritis, injuries caused by falls and injuries, broken bones, and so on. Several boxes of medicinal wine were also placed, as well as two chickens, one male and one female.

In addition to these, there are more than a dozen red bricks piled aside.

There are two young monks next to the middle-aged monk. They are also wearing light yellow Haiqing, but there is no ring scar on their heads. They are responsible for taking medicine wine out of the medicine box and collecting money.

After Liu Xing squeezed in, he listened to the middle-aged monk blowing.

"I'm a famous monk in Shaolin. I travel all over the country. I often drink this kind of potion and practice hard Kung Fu. I just say I don't practice fake tricks. I'll take good care of it!"

The middle-aged monk said here, randomly picked up a red brick, one hand holding the red brick, the other hand five fingers separated, a big drink, to the red brick inserted, in addition to the thumb, the other four fingers are inserted into the red brick, the red brick is inserted into a pair!

When the onlookers saw this, they took a breath. Even Liu Xing was shocked. When he was middle-aged, he suddenly felt an invisible pressure on him, which almost made him gasp.

However, this sudden pressure, only lasted less than two seconds, then disappeared.

This middle-aged monk is not simple, and should be a peerless master, extremely terrifying!

Liu Xing was shocked. The invisible pressure just now was not an illusion.

Liu Xing palms are cold sweat, he looked around these people, these people seem not to be affected.

Liu Xing originally intended to sweep the middle-aged monk's Dantian with divine sense, but he immediately dismissed the idea. In case the middle-aged monk found out the clue and then targeted him, it would be no fun.

"Monk, are you a fake brick?"

Among the crowd, a middle-aged man picked up a red brick, weighed it in his hand and observed it carefully. He didn't believe that the middle-aged monk really had such a powerful Kung Fu!

"Benefactor, you can smash the red brick in your hand and see if it is true or false."

The middle-aged monk said, taking his finger out of the red brick and throwing it on the publicity map. There were a few people who did not believe in evil and picked up a piece of red brick and studied it carefully.

Liu Xing's divine consciousness swept at the red bricks and found that they were all solid. They were not passive. They were used by middle-aged monks. They were absolutely real kung fu.

Liu Xing secretly said: if you want to buy a dish, you can meet a master. Is it true that the master is in the folk?

Middle aged monks don't care about those who check the red brick and continue to publicize their medicinal wine.

"Ah, you must not miss those who have passed by! Fomen medicinal wine, national certification, good curative effect, low price, it is necessary for home use

"No matter if you are a broken hand, a broken foot, a broken spine, a backache, a leg ache, a stomachache, whether you are dermatitis, osteoarthritis, arthritis, ah, as long as you pour some wine to wipe and wipe, to ensure that the disease is cured after the medicine is cured!"

"Just say not practice the fake handle. Pay attention. I'll show you the wonderful effect of this medicinal wine!"

The middle-aged monk caught the hen and broke the two feet of the hen directly from the joints in front of the people. It seemed that only a little skin was left hanging, which was very shocking.

In order to prove that the hen's foot is indeed broken, the middle-aged and still carry the hen's wings in one hand and the broken leg of the hen in the other hand, and turn clockwise and anticlockwise for several times, and let the people take a breath.

At this time, the hen is still alive, "quack quack" ground, sound very miserable.

The middle-aged monk didn't stop. He grabbed the hen's neck, loosened his hand for catching the wings of the chicken, and then grasped the chicken head. It was like tightening the cap of a bottle, and he turned it clockwise for several times.

After a few laps, the hen's head was broken, motionless, as if dead.

"Monk, a monk is merciful. What is your compassion for killing a chicken like this? Are you not afraid of the presence of the gods and sin against you? "

The middle-aged man who had just questioned the question again said again. According to his careful observation and judgment, he had confirmed that the red brick was true. However, when he saw the middle-aged monk strangling the hen to death, he could not help saying a few words.

"Don't worry, benefactor. The hen is still hanging. I have this magical medicinal wine. Just rub it on the wound of the chicken to make sure that the hen can come back to life again!"

The middle-aged monk finished and threw the hen on the propaganda drawing. The hen was still as if it were dead.

All the people around him believed that the chicken was dead. Only Liu Xing wiped the sweat on his forehead. He knew that the hen was not dead.

When the middle-aged monk started to screw off the chicken feet, he had been observing every detail of the middle-aged monk with his divine sense.

Liu Xing found that the middle-aged monk used a wonderful technique to stagger the muscles, veins and cartilage of the chicken, hanging from the chicken skin around. It was not really broken, but could be recovered with special techniques.

There is an old saying that chicken skin, dog bone.

That is to say, if a chicken bone is broken, as long as a layer of skin is still connected, it will be OK; if a dog bone is broken, as long as there is a bit of bone to support, it will grow well.When the middle-aged monk broke the chicken's head, he also used this principle. The hen looked dead, but as long as he restored it with the same method, the hen could still come back from the dead.

This monk's skill is really brilliant!

Liu Xing admired the middle-aged monk in his heart, but he didn't show it. Instead, he still looked at him in silence.

Liu Xing standing next to a young man, with eyes, also see with great interest, he quietly took a picture with his mobile phone, sent to Baidu Post Bar inside.

Liu Xing doesn't know whether the middle-aged monk sees the glasses man's action. The middle-aged monk's strength is terrible. Liu Xing secretly pinches a sweat for the glasses man.

The middle-aged monk looked at the middle-aged man who had just talked and said, "benefactor, just now you suspected that the brick used by the poor monk is fake. You have been checking for so long. I want to ask you whether the red brick is true or not?"

The middle-aged man said, "the red brick on my hand is real, but the one you just used may be your own props. If you pierce this red brick in my hand with your fingers, I will believe you!"

"What's the difficulty? Benefactor, open your eyes and see clearly! "

The middle-aged monk took over the red brick, still holding the red brick in one hand, holding out the other hand, the fingers were separated and inserted towards the red brick. The fingers were like inserting into the tofu, easily inserting into the red brick!

Liu Xing eyebrows slightly wrinkled, this time, he did not feel that terrible pressure.

After the middle-aged monk's fingers penetrated the red brick, it was not over. He grabbed the red brick with five fingers, and then pinched it. The hard red brick was crushed into powder!

"Good!"

The crowd broke out a warm applause, only Liu Xing did not move, eyes have been staring at the middle-aged monk's hands.

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