I still pick wood during rehearsals.

That is to say, if you really practice the muscles and skin, and then break bricks on your head and use your skills, you can easily break ordinary bricks.

As for Fatty Brick——

All I can do is laugh.

So Liang Jincang threatened that he could break Fat Man's brick, but Ma Fengchun knew very well that it was absolutely impossible.

He thought for a while: "If you can break through this brick, you can let me do anything."

"You can do anything, anything?"

"Yes, I will agree to anything as long as you ask it."

"Okay, I don't have any other request. I just feel that there are too many flies in your restaurant's food. Please close your restaurant from now on and stop doing it."

"You -" Ma Fengchun was furious, but then suppressed his anger, "Only if you can break this brick, please!"

"Watch it!" Liang Jincang shouted.

Suddenly he shook his head, picked up the fat brick in his hand and slapped it on his head.

The speed is too fast.

No one has seen what's going on yet.

Snap!

The fat brick split in two fell to the ground.

"Are you convinced?" Liang Jincang smiled and patted the dust on his head.

"You - you, you, you, it's impossible, absolutely impossible!" Ma Fengchun pointed at Liang Jincang as if he had seen a ghost.

Then he threw himself on the ground like a dog grabbing shit to eat, went to pick up the fat brick, and shouted: "You must have steamed this brick in the pot, it must have been steamed..."

He knocked the brick on the ground again and again.

He thought it would be very crispy and the powder would fall away when he knocked it.

But he was disappointed. The broken fat brick hit the ground with a clang, and it sounded very hard.

Liang Jincang said calmly: "What did Boss Ma just say? Steam the bricks on the pan? Do you mean that if the bricks are steamed on the pan, they will be very soft?"

Ma Fengchun stood up, his face ashen: "Liang, what do you want to do?"

"I didn't want to do anything. I just wanted to make a bet with you. It's okay now. It's over. I won. It's up to you."

"You can't fool me. There is definitely something wrong with you. You must be cheating and it's fake!" Ma Fengchun yelled through gritted teeth.

"Do you want to admit your defeat?" Liang Jincang said:

“You think other people’s kung fu is fake, but I think your kung fu is fake, right?

When you touched a brick just now, did it get steamed in the pot?

There is also a finger to poke to stop the fan, which is something that no one can do.

I'll perform."

As he said this, Liang Jincang rushed over to the electric fan.

Ma Fengchun rushed forward and pulled the fan.

Pull the fan with one hand, and open a hole in the protective net on the back of the fan with the other hand.

Place it in front of Liang Jincang, with the fan facing away from Liang Jincang.

Ma Fengchun turned on the fan: "If you have the ability, come and try it!"

Actually using your finger to stop the fan is also a trick.

If you poke your hand from the front of the fan, the blades will become inclined planes. As long as you control them carefully, they won't extend too far.

When you poke your finger on the inclined surface, the friction will stop the fan.

Originally, the fan motor didn't have much power.

But you can't reach out from behind.

Because when viewed from the back, the fan blades look like machetes.

Put your finger in and it will break in seconds.

Ma Fengchun's behavior was completely harboring evil intentions.

He just wanted to cut off Liang Jincang's fingers.

The fan has started running at high speed.

Liang Jincang raised his finger.

Ma Fengchun couldn't help but raise a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth.

Unexpectedly, Liang Jincang made gestures with his fingers near the fan but did not poke it in.

"What's going on, you don't dare anymore?" Ma Fengchun struck while the iron was hot and used provocation.

Liang Jincang stepped forward to the fan: "Look at me, get out of the way."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pushed Ma Fengchun on the shoulder.

Pushing from the top, he secretly stretched out his foot from the bottom to hook Ma Fengchun's heel.

Ma Fengchun was caught off guard and pushed back, but one of his legs was hooked and he couldn't lift it up.

Plop, a buttock sat on the ground.

The movement was like a baby just learning to walk sitting down awkwardly.

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

Liang Jincang raised his hand casually and poked into the electric fan, and the fan blades were immediately stopped by him.

Then as soon as I let go, the fan slowly started spinning again.

Oops!

The way the gangsters looked at Boss Liang this time was - let alone admiration.

Everyone secretly made up their mind that even if they had to kneel in front of Boss Liang for three days and three nights, they would definitely worship him as their teacher.

Ma Fengchun is so powerful that he almost became a baby in the hands of Boss Liang.

Boss Liang is the real master of the world!

Liang Jincang casually picked up the sledgehammer again, grabbed a brick and put it on Ma Fengchun's head: "Boss Ma is done, I don't need to hit seven bricks this time, I'll just try to smash one brick first."

Ma Fengchun threw the brick far away as if he was afraid of being burned, shouting: "What are you doing, what do you want to do..."

Good guy, if you put a brick on your head and hit it with a sledgehammer, are you going to make his brain explode?

When performing oil hammer initiation, you rely on many bricks on your head to protect your head. The more bricks, the safer your head will be.

Just like those who have a big stone on their chest, as long as you don't let the stone crush you to death, the bigger the stone on your chest, the safer it will be.
Chapter completed!