The big hammers sold in tire stores have long handles, are very heavy, and even those with weak strength cannot swing them round.

What did the chef do with this thing?

When the gangsters saw the sledgehammer, they all felt a little frightened and started talking about it. I wonder what Ma Fengchun wants to do?

A knowledgeable gangster said confidently: "He's not trying to hit us. I think he should perform the oil hammer initiation."

"Oil hammer initiation? What does it mean?"

"Did you hit your head with a sledgehammer?"

"Ah, the restaurant owner is so awesome!"

"Let's go..." Some gangsters wanted to run away.

Of course, although I was so scared that I wanted to run away, I still couldn't help my curiosity and insisted on reading.

Ma Fengchun stacked seven bricks on top of his head in one breath, stood up in a horse stance, and raised his hands above his head to support the bricks.

"Come on!" Ma Fengchun yelled, "Show these bastards what real kung fu is!"

The chef swung a sledgehammer and smashed the brick above Ma Fengchun's head.

The crowd watching at the bottom of the steps screamed in surprise.

So scary!

Not to mention that there is a pile of bricks on top of the head, even if it is hit with a sledgehammer, the iron head will be deflated.

Not to mention the weight of a stack of bricks.

Some timid women were so frightened that they closed their eyes and did not dare to look!

There was a bang.

The sledgehammer hit the pile of bricks above Ma Fengchun's head. The pile of seven bricks shattered instantly and fell to the ground.

Ma Fengchun drew back his posture and slowly stood up straight.

Facing the crowd watching the fun at the steps, he stared at the gangsters with sharp eyes:

"I said, I won't fight you alone. Since there are so many of you looking for trouble, let's go together.

I will also give each of you a brick and say hello to my head.

Heroes, come up!"

Come up?

What an international joke!

Half of these gangsters were scared out of their wits, while the other half were already gearing up and excitedly preparing to learn from their masters.

This is when I met a legendary master.

"Come up!" Ma Fengchun suddenly raised his voice, frightening the gangsters to tremble, and the timid ones almost ran away:

"Every bastard, you have the guts to come here to make trouble, but don't have the guts to come up and fight me?

Are you scared?

If you're afraid, just tell the big guys honestly, what's going on with the flies on your plate?

Did you put it in yourself?

talk!"

"Let me say a few words." Liang Jincang walked up slowly.

Ma Fengchun stared at Liang Jincang fiercely: "You want to come up and compete with me?"

"Yes, just now you kept asking everyone to come up and hit your head with bricks, and I'll do it."

With that said, Liang Jincang raised the brick in his hand.

He shook it in his hand and showed it to Ma Fengchun.

Ma Fengchun's face instantly turned pale.

That's right, what Liang Jincang was dangling in his hand was a brick.

But it's not a normal brick.

Instead, Fat Man Brick.

Purple.

In the past, Liang Jincang contracted the brick factory in the village to produce this kind of bricks.

The county seat was once used to pave sidewalks.

But they were all stripped later.

The biggest feature of this fat brick, which is made of colored glaze and has its belly bulging out on both sides, is that it is hard.

It can even be said to be harder than stone.

Liang Jincang weighed the bricks and said with a smile: "Boss Ma, should I just slap you on the head, or should you get lucky and be ready before I shoot?"

"Liang, don't bully others too much!" Ma Fengchun's voice was trembling.

"What does bullying mean?" Liang Jincang held the middle of Fatty's brick and shook it, "Who just kept asking people to come up and hit you with bricks?"

"I-I asked you to shoot me with these bricks." Ma Fengchun pointed towards the pile of bricks next to him.

"You have to specify what I'm going to use to shoot you with!" Liang Jincang said as if he suddenly realized:

"You mean you think the brick in my hand is too hard, right?

impossible!

Aren’t qigong masters all made of copper and iron, invulnerable?

It's just a fat brick, but it's so scary after using it.

If you don't like it, there are softer ones.

Jiandong, go to the store to find a piece of soft rubber and bring it over and say hello to Boss Ma."

The crowd at the bottom of the steps burst into laughter.

Ma Fengchun's face turned green and red. He pointed at Fatty Brick angrily and shouted:

"Kung Fu has to have a limit. If you're not afraid of just patting your head with a brick, you're already very powerful.

You can't break fat bricks like this even if you use a bricklayer's knife to cut them.

No one with such powerful skills can defeat it!"

"What if I can break it?" Liang Jincang stared at Ma Fengchun with a smile.

Ma Fengchun was stunned again.

He never expected that someone named Liang would say that.

How can this be!

He is an expert and knows exactly what is going on with the broken bricks above his head.

First of all, ordinary red bricks are not very strong.

If you are too rough when loading and unloading, it will break in half.

Compared with the human skull, red bricks are simply not hard enough.

The key to this thing is that you dare to hit it on the head (a reminder here, without personal guidance from the master of fraud, ordinary people must not try it rashly).

Smashing it on the head requires skill.

That is, when you swing it and hit it on the head, your head should actively push up.

You must have the energy to face it.

And you have to control the strength of your hands and dare to hit your head.

If you shrink back and the brick is not broken when hit on your head, the force of the blow will actually fall on your head.

It can give you an unbearable headache at least.

In severe cases, the head will be broken and bleeding will occur.

But your head takes the initiative to meet it, and the intensity of the slap in your hand is controlled just right.

Look for that feeling of falling apart as soon as you pat it on the top of your head.

So I snapped the brick and broke it in two. My head didn't hurt much.

In addition, Ma Fengchun did practice Pai Da Gong in the past.

Start by patting the top of your head with your palms.

Later, he was hit on the top of his head with a small wooden stick.

There is also a point here, which kind of rosewood is the best, followed by rosewood and so on.
To be continued...