When all the props were placed in the center of the ring, Song Qing was the first to step forward.

I saw him first pick up a tile, weigh it carefully, and then lay tile after tile, a total of 5 tiles.

Seeing the astonishing thickness of the pile of rubble, the surrounding spectators began to doubt whether Song Qing could complete the challenge.

"Two seniors and juniors are daring to show off their embarrassment!" After Song Qing finished speaking, he looked down at the pile of rubble in front of him.

He was so angry that his Dantian was filled with anger. He drank lightly, stretched out his hand and struck it vertically like a sword.

There was only a crashing sound, and all the tiles fell into pieces.

"well!"

Compared with other fist and foot competitions, this kind of competition gives the audience a certain amount of time to recover their thoughts, which can obviously bring a greater visual impact to the audience.

Listening to the applause of the surrounding audience, Song Qing smiled and held her fists in greeting to 4 Zhou.

He still leaves some room.

Hao Lie saw that Hu Hai didn't seem to be moving forward, so he took the initiative and said, "Song Qing is trying to be friendly, but I, the old man, can't stand it, so I show my shame."

After Hao Lie finished speaking, he walked to the pile of tiles. Like Song Qing, he first picked up a tile and looked at it carefully.

Then he walked to the pile of green bricks, picked up a blue brick and weighed it.

In the end, he gave up on tiles and directly chose blue bricks.

1 piece, two pieces, 3 pieces...

Hao Lie laid down six light tiles.

When the number of his green bricks exceeded 3, the atmosphere of the surrounding audience was aroused to the highest point.

Compared with tiles with some curvature, blue bricks with flat surfaces are obviously more difficult to build.

What's more, Hao Lie actually increased the number of green bricks to one more than the number of tiles that Song Qing chopped.

This is not equivalent to telling Song Qing obviously that I will not only suppress you in terms of quality, but also surpass you in terms of quantity!

Just to make you convinced that you lost.

"Master 2, if this old man breaks his palm, will the martial arts tournament officials be responsible?" Zhang Fugui asked in a low voice, as if watching the excitement.

In fact, he was still a little worried.

Even if you smash 6 green bricks with a hammer, let alone your hands, there is no guarantee that they can be smashed in one go.

"This old man still has reservations. Didn't you look at him and glance in the direction of the marble when he was picking bricks? I think 6 bricks is not difficult for him." Cao Cao likes to observe people the most.

1. Some small movements, and then use these small movements to analyze the psychological characteristics of this person.

Zhang Fugui has always felt that Cao Cao has the potential to be a psychiatrist, but judging from his frequent attacks of suspicion, he is more like a patient with a mental illness.

At this moment, Hao Lie stretched out the hand that he had hidden in his sleeve.

This hand stretched out, and the whole auditorium became lively for once.

Because this hand is so special.

It almost looked like it was gone.

Its palm is really too thick, and the back of the entire hand is round and bulging. If you look closely, you can clearly tell that these are calluses stacked together.

Hao Lie clenched his hand into a fist, and it was obvious that his hand was much larger than an ordinary human hand.

It can no longer be called a hand. It looks more like a hammer than a hand.

After Hao Lie showed his palms, Song Qing couldn't help but praise: "Senior, great skills!"

"You're not bad either. When I was young, I didn't have the breathing skills you had." Hao Lie boasted back, also very knowledgeable.

The two people were complimenting each other on the stage, but Zhang Fugui in the audience was too anxious to watch anymore.

"Brother 2, Brother Hai is definitely going to lose... I have seen him for the first time today with a fist as big as a clay pot. Look at the back of his hands, they are all calluses... Maybe this is what he usually does for chopping bricks and gravel."

It’s all done through practice!” Zhang Fugui became more and more anxious as he spoke, as if he was the one who was to be chopped down next, not the green brick.

"It doesn't matter...it doesn't matter." Mr. 2 was still very calm.

"Isn't it okay? Brother Hai might lose."

"Who said you were going to lose? You don't know anything about Fu Gui. This hard Qi Kung Fu relies on luck, not the use of hands. The back of his hands is like this. It can only be said that he has worked hard, but... it's a pity that he

He walked in the wrong direction, so his palms became deformed. Let me ask, if practicing this kind of kung fu would make people deformed or even disabled, would anyone still practice it? This guy named Hao Lie has a ruthless body.

It was exciting, but it went in the wrong direction... What a pity... What a pity..." Mr. 2 shook his head and sighed.

Zhang Fugui finally felt a little more at ease after hearing what Master 2 said, but as he had never practiced Kung Fu, he still looked at the ring worriedly.

Hao Lie in the ring is also like Song Qing, with his legs firmly planted on the horse, but unlike Song Qing, he uses fists instead of palms.

Even the movements are somewhat similar to Tongbei Quan.

I saw him twisting his back slightly, expanding his arms, and then shouted loudly, with the back of his fist facing down, like a hammer, and smashed down on the pile of bricks.

There was another burst of crashing sounds.

Immediately afterwards, the referee came forward to check the broken status of the green bricks.

"Contestant, Hao Lie, there are 6 bricks, no one is complete!" The referee's voice couldn't stop being excited when he announced the news.

After hearing the news, people around him cheered loudly.

For a while, Zhang Fugui thought that he was not here to watch the competition, but to watch the street performers.

"Does Brother Hai have to smash 7 bricks now? Has he ever smashed bricks before? I've never seen him once." Zhang Fugui was still a little worried.

Hu Hai saw that the other two people had already exposed their hands and knew that it was his turn.

So he walked slowly towards the center of the ring.

He stepped directly across the pile of tiles, only stopping for a moment in the direction of the green bricks.

When Song Qing saw this situation, he began to think about whether he would challenge 7 or even 8 blue bricks later.

Hu Hai weighed the green brick once and then put it down.

Finally I walked to the marble block.

Song Qing's face was already green, because blue bricks were still a challenge for him, but he had never tried to challenge marble on such a flat ground.

Hao Lie didn't look worried, especially when he saw Hu Hai pick up two marbles, then turn around and put one back again.

This action is enough to prove that Hu Hai still cannot be broken into two pieces.

What a pity, I can break it into 3 pieces!

It seems that I will definitely win this game!

You guys are still young and have a short period of practice. You should practice hard after you go back.

Although Hao Lie felt that Hu Hai's choice of a piece of marble was nothing special, the surrounding audience was getting more and more lively with each passing month.

First chop the tiles, then smash the bricks. Now you can catch up with the stones. How interesting it is.

After Hu Hai and the referee indicated that it was OK, he raised the marble block with one hand.

This action made Hao Lie feel slightly uneasy.

He didn't put the stone on the ground? What was he going to do?

Just when Hao Lie was having random suspicions.

Hu Hai had already stretched out his other hand. He did not wave his palm or punch, but stretched out two fingers!

Just listen to Hu Hai shout "Open!"

Then he pointed his fingers at the marble in front of him like a halberd.

Wow!
Chapter completed!