"Although I don't know who the friend you mentioned is, you can leave his phone address. I will stay at his house for a few days another day and charge a tuition fee."

The Ghost King Da was shameless and pointed to the secret book and said, "Beautiful boy, do you want these secrets?"

"Yes, but not now."

Liao Wenjie is sure that the secrets are all fake, and it is normal to think about it. He Jinyin, a kind of abusive person, was deceived by Ghost King Da, so he had no money left. There is no reason why he would treat him specially.

Even if he is handsome!

"Why, I didn't bring enough money, so I'll come back tomorrow?"

"No, before buying it, I will tell you a story. In 1974, a martial arts genius won the championship when he played free fighting in Southeast Asia for the first time; in 1980..."

I wanted to use Huang Sir's name and play an acquaintance card, but I never thought Huang Sir had no cards at all, and Ghost King Da had forgotten him completely.

When they heard Huang Sir telling stories, they were almost burning yellow paper and calling them brothers.

Liao Wenjie could only put it aside and talk about the glorious past of Ghost King Da: "I defeated all the karate masters of Neon for three consecutive years and won the All Neon Free Fighting Championship. He was known as the karate nemesis and was nicknamed "Devil Muscle Man". Until one day, he fought against the masters of the karate Shuailiu faction..."

"Okay, let's just stop here!"

After being poked into the pain, the ghost king Da dispersed and his face became vicissitudes in an instant: "Since you know everything, you should also see that I am a dead cripple now..."

"To add, he is a dead cripple who relies on cheating to make a living."

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"Yes, I'm willing to fall into depravity, I'm in a slump, are you satisfied?"

The Ghost King Da gave up, his sadness dissipated, and sat on the chair: "The devil's muscles are the past, I have nothing now, I'm looking for the wrong person when I come to me."

"Just because of a broken leg?"

Liao Wenjie glanced at Ghost King Da's right leg. He was injured poorly back then and needed a booster to move.

"Why, I look down on my broken leg, you can try to break one."

The Ghost King Da sneered, too lazy to explain to Liao Wenjie, who was unaware of it.

"What if I could cure this broken leg?"

Since ancient times, medical and Taoism have not been separated. The system mall has many magic pills, and there are also cheaper prescriptions, which can cure Gui Wangda's broken leg.

The only shame is that Liao Wenjie is short of money and he can't afford it.

However, if you can't afford it now, it doesn't mean you can't afford it in the future.

Leaving the bait, Liao Wenjie stared at the Ghost King Da, trying to find a breakthrough point through his expression, which disappointed him, and Ghost King Da still looked disdainful.

"Young people are short-sighted and think that they will see the whole world when they see it! Your situation is too small. If you want to cure my legs... who do you look down on?"

The Ghost King Da sneered: "You don't think about it. Back then, I won glory for the country, and I punched and kicked the Neon Karate and couldn't raise my head. I dare not say that I have made friends with heroes all over the world, but I also know many talented people and strangers. They can't cure them. Why do you, just be handsome?"

Liao Wenjie was silent when he heard this, only caring about the plot in his impression, neglecting the chaotic background of the current world.

Indeed, Ghost King Da suppressed Neon Karate for three consecutive years and promoted the reputation of Chinese martial arts, which greatly improved the national self-confidence and sense of honor. It is not an exaggeration to say that such a person is a national hero.

If he broke one leg, there would definitely be many people who stood up to help.

If there are no strangers here, Liao Wenjie would never believe it.

But, Ghost King Da is still in ruins until now.

"Is there any hidden truth in that ring game?" Liao Wenjie asked frowned.

"That game is normal. I lost with confidence. It was because I underestimated the enemy and couldn't blame others. As for this leg..."

The Ghost King Da patted his broken leg and was proud: "At that time, I was young and energetic, and I took no room for action. There were many opponents who broke my leg. Being broken by someone can be said to be retribution, or it can be said to be self-inflicted."

"Then why can't your legs be cured?"

"Hehe, what does this have to do with you? Could it be that if I tell you, you have a way?"

The Ghost King Da grinned: "Beautiful boy, how capable is to do something big? You don't even know what the world is like, so why bother yourself?"

"What exactly is the world like?"

Liao Wenjie was not angry at all because the Ghost King Da was right, because the Ghost King Da was right. His understanding of the world was entirely based on speculation, which is the so-called brain supplement, and it has rarely been confirmed.

"If you have the ability, you will naturally know that you don't have the ability..."

The Ghost King Da didn't say anything later, but the meaning had already arrived.

Sometimes, ignorance is also a kind of happiness.

Seeing that the ghost Wang Da was not in, Liao Wenjie simply stopped asking more questions and decided to come often in the future. This clue is very important and will never give up until it is opened.

"Beautiful boy, can you still buy these secrets?"

Seeing that Liao Wenjie didn't speak, Ghost King Da smiled: "I think you are a good material for martial arts. Except for being too old and unable to achieve success, everything else is remarkable, especially in appearance, which is also as handsome as I was back then."

Liao Wenjie: "..."

"This iron sand palm is sold for you for 500 yuan, so that you won't be in vain. When you go out, I will hide it and not take care of the juniors' desire to study."

As the Ghost King Da said, he opened the signboard of ancient Chinese boxing, took out a brand new booklet, and threw it on the table.

Suddenly, his eyes twitched, and when he saw that the table was not falling, he wiped his forehead with cold sweat.

Liao Wenjie opened it and decisively took out five hundred yuan. It was the real book. The above formula was the same as Huang Sir said, and the secrets were more comprehensive.

"Just this one, nothing else?"

Liao Wenjie raised his eyebrows. As long as the goods are genuine, the Ghost King Da will receive as much as he will receive today.

"You are too ambitious and greedy. Do you think you are a martial arts genius in the world?"

The Ghost King Da waved his hand: "Don't be dissatisfied. With your age, this iron sand palm has been enough for you to practice for thirty years. If you want other martial arts secrets, you can learn iron sand palm and come to me before you can!"

Iron Sand Palm is a hard qigong. This martial art does not necessarily require talent, but it tests patience and hard work the most.

In the view of Ghost King Da, Liao Wenjie's fine skin and tender flesh will definitely not be able to endure such pain. He should give up after a few days.

When he was despised, Liao Wenjie just curled his lips and obtained a secret book for 500 yuan. He felt that his trip was not worth it. He bowed to the Ghost King Da, turned around and walked out of the grocery store warehouse.

Ten seconds later, he suddenly turned back. The Ghost King Da, who was practicing the Jade Girl Heart Sutra, was startled and hurriedly hid the auxiliary teaching materials behind him.

"Hey, why don't you knock on the door? Do you know that I'm practicing qigong, how dangerous it is to be scared by you? If I hadn't had magical skills to protect my body, just the blood flow retrograde my heart meridian would have died suddenly on the spot."

This sentence is too shameless. Liao Wenjie didn't want to answer it. He took a deep breath and said, "Devil's muscles, I want to know how powerful can I exert to the highest level of iron sand palm?"

"You'll ask the right person. I'll demonstrate it to you and see it clearly."

The opportunity to show off was delivered to the door and said that he could not let go of anything. The Ghost King Da's eyes lit up, throwing away the auxiliary teaching materials, and hum haha, stood up.

I saw him circulating his qi with his heart and urging his body with his energy. His eyes were hidden deep, and he slapped his palm on the table with a strong and powerful palm.

Bang!

"Hmph~~~"
Chapter completed!