Chapter 506 A Trivial Trick

Several monks and young men with big backs surrounded Su Ming and Qin Xiaoke, and they refused to give up until Su Ming gave an explanation.

Qin Xiaoke was a little scared by the fierce looks of these people. Su Ming squeezed Qin Xiaoke's palm and told her to relax, but Su Ming didn't feel scared at all.

Instead, he showed a strange smile and said: "Since you are from the Shaolin Temple, I would like to know which generation of disciples you are. Who is your master? Which generation of disciples are you?"

"What the hell?"

Several fierce and aggressive monks were immediately stunned, not understanding what Su Ming meant.

They were not disciples of the Shaolin Temple at all, and had never even been to the Shaolin Temple. They were just using the name of the Shaolin Temple to show off and deceive. Naturally, they could not answer Su Ming's question.

After a little panic, the monks immediately returned to normal, and then said directly: "You don't believe us, do you? Who is my disciple and have a relationship with you? If you don't believe it, you can go to the Shaolin Temple. Go find out.”

This statement sounds like a hooligan. Shaolin Temple is almost 108,000 miles away from Ningcheng City. How could someone go directly to inquire about the identities of these guys?

"You have misunderstood me."

Su Ming smiled at this time, and then said: "Actually, we may all be brothers, because I am also from the Shaolin Temple."

"What?"

These words immediately stunned several monks. After reacting, they immediately cursed: "You fart, who is your senior brother, you really know how to put gold in your face."

"You have a mop of hair on your head and there is a woman next to you. Why do you think you are a disciple of our Shaolin Temple? Don't talk nonsense here."

"You fake."

Several monks couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately cursed angrily, obviously they couldn't stand Su Ming's nonsense here.

"I am a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple, so I can grow my hair, and I am a higher class than you."

Su Ming glanced at these monks and couldn't help but smile to himself. Then he smiled deliberately and said, "If you don't believe it, you can go directly to the Shaolin Temple and ask."

"you…………"

Several monks were furious, but they had no idea what Su Ming said. They didn't expect to meet such a rogue boy.

"I think this is the case." Su Ming said directly: "It is very simple to prove which of us is the real Shaolin Temple disciple. We just need to come out and compete."

"Competing?" Several monks were stunned for a moment, and then asked: "How to compete?"

"Just show your special skills. How to judge specifically? There are so many viewers around who will definitely make their own judgment." Su Ming expressed his thoughts.

"Okay, if that's the case, let's compete with you and see what you have to say if you lose." The tallest monk among them said.

"Masters, please show some real skills and teach this ignorant boy a lesson."

The big-backed young man on the side didn't mind the fuss, and kept fanning the flames, as if he couldn't wait to see Su Ming get slapped in the face.

"Brother, show him your special skill of holding a spear with your throat." At this time, one of the monks said to the tallest monk.

The tallest monk nodded and agreed directly: "Okay, then I will perform a spear thrust with my throat."

At this time, a monk brought over a bright spear, and the sharp spear seemed to be flashing with cold light.

"Damn it, you put this thing against your throat. Is this real or fake? Why don't I believe it?"

"Don't tell me, I have seen similar performances on TV shows before, and I couldn't believe it at the time."

"What do you country bumpkins know? He is a master from the Shaolin Temple. How can anything happen if he has real skills?"

Next, you can see the tallest monk standing there with his hands clasped together. Another person picked up a spear and slowly put it on the throat of the tallest monk. After adjusting the position, he stabbed hard. past.

The two people slowly exerted force. Under the action of the force, the pole of the spear gradually bent. You can see that it finally bent to nearly 90 degrees, which looked very scary.

"Oh my god, you can actually play like this."

This scene frightened the surrounding onlookers. When have you ever seen such a scene in real life? Just looking at it makes people feel numb, and they feel like their throats have been pierced.

"Ouch"

About ten seconds later, the monk holding the spear gradually released his strength and removed the spear from the throat of the monk opposite.

Everyone's eyes were all focused on the tallest monk, or in other words, they were staring at his throat.

There was nothing wrong with this guy's throat. It was just that the piece of skin that was poked by the spear was a little red. There was no other problem, which made everyone marvel.

"Okay, that's great!"

The young man with a big back was the first to applaud and said exaggeratedly: "It's really the Kung Fu of Shaolin Temple. It's really well-deserved. It's awesome, awesome!"

"Thank you, thank you~"

These monks also had coquettish expressions. They could no longer hide the smiles on their faces, but they still pretended to be modest.

Su Ming was the only one who smiled and said nothing. He knew very well that this was just a trick and had nothing to do with any martial arts or qigong. To put it simply, it used the principles of mechanics.

First of all, this spear must have never been sharpened. It looks extremely sharp but cannot actually cut people's skin. It is even less likely to scratch someone's skin when it slowly pierces it.

At the same time, there is another detail that needs attention, that is, when stabbing hard, the two monks swayed. It seemed that they were using too much force, but in fact they did it on purpose.

The constant shaking of the body can change the lateral force point, and the spear is relatively soft. The constant shaking of the gun shaft can change the center of gravity of the spear, and then the tall monk can slowly increase his strength and cooperate.

The softer the gun barrel, the less dangerous it is.

To put it bluntly, this thing just means that if you practice it a little more, and then the cooperation between the two people is better, there will be no problem, and it is not as mysterious as it seems.

However, the expressions on the faces of those monks were unusually sullen at this time, and they said to Su Ming: "How about it, boy, if you have the ability, you can do it for me."

Su Ming was unmoved, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes and said, "It's just a small trick."

PS: The eighth update today!