Chapter 57 Strong Man Nan Haomeng

Facts have proved that even the monks who have just begun to build the foundation are no longer mortals. () After taking the body tempering liquid twice and practicing the "Basic Vajra Boxing Technique" and "True Self Meditation Sutra", Song Shuhang not only became physically stronger, but also drank a lot.

In the past, he usually competed with Gao Moumou to win or lose, but today he bravely defeated the ghost Lin Tubo and Li Yangde.

After finishing feeding these two guys, Song Shuhang still felt that his mind was extremely clear, his thinking was quick, and his hands and feet were nimble. It was as if what he had just drank was not a box and a half of wine, but just a glass of boiled water.

Putting three drunk guys into bed.

Then, Song Shuhang rinsed his mouth, got up and returned to the dormitory - he had no interest in sharing a bed with three drunkards.

A man was walking alone, and before he knew it, he came to the chaotic alley of Daji Street.

"We shouldn't meet the girl who was banged against the wall again this time, right? After all, we met her once this afternoon." He thought to himself - unless the girl stayed here all day long and was banged against the wall, it would be impossible I met her several times a day.

The journey was peaceful and quiet.

"The world is so peaceful like this." He nodded secretly, it would be great if it could be so peaceful every day.

Speaking of which, when I went out looking for a house with the pharmacist-senpai before, I didn't encounter any bad guys, and it was very peaceful at that time.

Oh, no! Thinking of Medicine Master, Song Shuhang immediately remembered something.

When walking with Senior Medicine Master, it was not a peaceful journey, because at that time there was a follower who was following behind, and was scared away by the Medicine Master's look.

Thinking of this, Song Shuhang pinched his chin.

After a moment, he turned around suddenly with sharp eyes: "Come out, you have been sneaking behind me for a long time! Or do you want me to catch you with my own hands?"

Shuhang's heart was suddenly touched, and he took the above action.

In fact, Song Shuhang had just started building the foundation. Although his eyesight and other five senses were much stronger than ordinary people, he was a rookie and did not have rich experience in fighting enemies, so he could not detect whether there was anyone following him.

He just wanted to pull off a scam.

It would be best if there was no one around, and no one would notice my current 'shameful' behavior.

If someone is really scammed,

That would just settle the matter.

At the same time, Song Shuhang quietly opened the mobile phone number dialing page and called up the phone number that the pharmacist had dialed before.

In this way, if something really went wrong, he would immediately call the pharmacist for help. Although I feel a little embarrassed, if my life is in danger, I will naturally throw things like face as far away as possible.

Song Shuhang still stared closely behind him.

After a while, a figure actually stepped out slowly from a blind corner.

"Li Hao, I've hidden myself so well, but you still found me." The figure was a man two meters tall, with a sturdy back and a strong waist.

He has a big, aggressive bald head, which gives people a strong sense of oppression. But... what's very strange is that this guy actually gave Song Shuhang a feeling of "peaceful appearance".

Yes, even if you have a shaved head and a muscular back, your body shape alone will make you feel oppressive. But this guy's appearance gave people a "simple and cute" feeling.

What a damn contrast!

Moreover, such a big man can actually follow Song Shuhang quietly. This guy's stealth and stealth skills have been maxed out, right?

"Who are you and why are you following me?" Song Shuhang narrowed his eyes and asked. He could see the bulging muscles on the tall man's body, full of explosive power.

"Don't be so nervous, classmate Song Shuhang. I am also a student from Jiangnan University Town, and the vice president of the Sanda Club, Nan Haomeng." The big man introduced himself, then clenched his fist and said, "The reason why I followed you is that last night Back then, there were two incompetent guys in my Sanda club, and they were given a lesson by you, classmate Song Shuhang, when they were teasing girls..."

"Oh, when my little brother is bullied, he comes to you as the eldest brother to cry and complain, and then you, the eldest brother, have to vent his anger on those little brothers, right?" Song Shuhang said.

If Song Shuhang had seen such a big man clenching his fists with evil intentions two days ago, he would have run away.

But now, after taking the body tempering liquid twice and practicing the "Basic Vajra Boxing Technique" and "True Self Meditation Sutra", Shuhang didn't have a trace of fear in his heart, and his fighting spirit was awe-inspiring.

In addition, since this guy is the eldest brother of the 'bad' ones, he is not the one who investigated his information at school yesterday afternoon, because it was last night that Shuhang met the short-haired girl from the bad guys.

"Haha, no way! Those two guys didn't dare to tell me about molesting the girl. If I hadn't accidentally overheard their conversation, I wouldn't have known they were beaten up. Incompetent guys, even if they are mixed with bad guys , but I didn’t expect that they would even molest a weak little girl. I have already beaten those two guys so hard that they won’t be able to get out of bed in a short time.” Nan Hao said with a fierce smile.

A girl who has no strength to tie a chicken? Big guy, that's because you didn't see that girl in her unparalleled state. If you saw this afternoon, that girl killed eleven bad guys in ten seconds, you wouldn't have added the description "unable to restrain a chicken" on the girl's front.

"Then why are you following me?" Song Shuhang said in a deep voice.

"Well, I heard from the two incompetent guys under me that Shuhang is very powerful. So I want to try it myself." Nan Haomeng still had a simple and honest smile on his face. He was born with supernatural powers. Not only was he big, but he was also strong. It is twice that of a person of the same size. In the Sanda club, he is already a lonely master.

Therefore, when Nan Haofeng heard that someone could lift his incompetent little brother by holding his head with one arm, he intuitively told him that he had met a good opponent. So he followed him as hard as he could.

Now, after seeing Song Shuhang in person, he was even more convinced of this idea - this junior student who looked shorter and much thinner than him was a master!

"Of course, you can think that I stood up for my little brother after he was bullied. In this case, you will feel unhappy and it will be more enjoyable to fight with me. Anyway, I do have the intention of standing up for my little brother." Nan Hao said fiercely. Scattered fighting style, eyes bursting with light.

In an instant, he transformed from innocent and harmless to a ferocious beast.

"After talking nonsense for a long time, you just want to fight, right?" Song Shuhang said.

"Yes, I just want to have a fight." Nan Hao grinned: "Besides... all the nonsense I just asked you to say. In fact, I am not a person who likes to talk very much. Prefers to speak with fists.”

Song Shuhang: "..."

You can't speak but you still talk so much? If you can't speak, how can you be called a chatterbox?

"I'm going to do it!" Nan Hao suddenly approached Song Shuhang with a sliding step. He made a fist with his right hand and made a straight punch, which was powerful and powerful.

Song Shuhang didn't dare to rely on him. He had just started practicing foundation building today, and he would not underestimate the big man practicing Sanda in front of him.

Seeing the opponent's straight punch, Song Shuhang flipped his wrist and used the three basic boxing techniques naturally.

He clasped his hands into claws, and his claws were like dancing dragons.

With a clasp of fingers, he grabbed Nan Haomeng's wrist with great accuracy. His straight fist was firmly locked, unable to move forward even half an inch.

Nan Haomeng felt a pain in his wrist. Song Shuhang's fingers on his wrist were as strong as steel pliers. For a small man like Shuhang, he could usually fly with one arm. He struggled a few times, but Song Shuhang's claws remained motionless.

At this time, Song Shuhang frowned slightly - so weak!

It's so weak that it falls apart.

Although he is so big, his fists are also powerful when punched. But the force attached to the opponent's fist made him feel like he was holding a child's fist.