"Not bad! After changing to a stone, the sandbag is calm and powerful, and it is even more effective, just..." Zhang Zhanpeng smiled and said, "It just hurts your hands!"

"It only works if the pain is done. One day, you will not hurt and have calluses, your fists will be as hard as a stone, and no one will dare to fight you." Zhang Jingying said with a smile.

"Dad, how much did you practice calluses when you were in the army?" Zhang Zhanpeng asked Zhang Jingying.

"At that time, we had coarse sand and gravel. After several years of hitting practice, the calluses on our fist peaks were half a centimeter thick, and the hardness was not much worse than that of iron... Later, the calluses gradually faded away after not practicing."

"Still half of the penis!" When Zhang Jingying said this, Zhang Zhanpeng lowered his head and subconsciously looked at his fist peak, sighing: "Don't talk about calluses, I don't have many tender calluses."

Zhang Jingying said there is no need to worry. Practicing martial arts requires long-term kung fu. The fine sand is too soft and it is difficult to get calluses. You can only practice with thick skin and thick flesh. So I replaced you with small pebbles to strengthen the hardness and increase friction. After practicing for a long time, calluses will develop. Zhang Zhanpeng and Zhang Zhanguang in front of him nodded frequently after hearing this. Zhang Zhanpeng asked casually: "Dad, did you practice sandbags every day when you were in the army?"

Zhang Jingying said that I have been a navy for eight years and have practiced excellent swimming skills. In addition to going to sea to perform tasks and completing daily training programs, I have almost made sandbags every day. At that time, I was young and had endless energy. More than a dozen friends often gathered together to compete and compete, competing for who can beat better, faster and harshly, competing for who has thicker calluses on the fist peak and more calluses. At that time, I was the one with the best and most calluses, and laid the foundation for my whole life. Even now, I have not been in the army for more than ten years, I still believe that no one in our village can swim before me, and no one has better physical fitness than me.

Zhang Jingying said this passage no less than a thousand times after he was discharged from the army, but it was still thrilling, as if he was immersed in the scene at that time and could not extricate himself; Zhang Zhanpeng and his brothers were still excited and excited to hear it, their eyes shining, and they looked at their father with great admiration.

"Zhan Guang, come and have a few more shots to let me see." Zhang Jingying looked at Zhang Zhan Guang and said. Zhang Zhan Guang responded and stepped in front of the sandbag to tie the rack.

Zhang Zhanguang was only eighteen years old and had grown up to be quite adult. He had a fat head and ears, tall and strong, with clusters of tendon flesh under the thick sebum. He stood in the yard, with a head superior and a arm in his arms, and was as if "one man was at the pass, ten thousand men would not open." He saw him stairs beside the sandbag, looking straight at the sandbag, suddenly shouting "twist" in his mouth, then he flew up and kicked hard on the sandbag.

"Bang"

After a powerful impact of Chen Xiong, a muffled sound was heard, and the hemp rope between the bar and the sandbag broke unexpectedly, and the sandbag landed on the ground. Zhang Zhanpeng opened his mouth wide and stared at his brother Zhang Zhanguang's thick right leg. Zhang Zhanguang's right leg fell to the ground calmly, then raised it, and his ankle drove his toes to pull several circles of flowers deep in the air, indicating that he was not affected at all.

"It's time to change the rope." Zhang Jingying said lightly, then turned around and entered the house.

Zhang Xiaoqiang and the other two, who were squeezed in front of the crack in the outside of the yard, almost dropped their chins. Without saying a word for a long time, they were meditating: If the kick that Zhang Zhanguang had raised before was kicked on him? The four of them forgot to breathe and stared at the yard without blinking. Seeing Zhang Zhanpeng finding a thick hemp rope again and tied it to the entrance of the sandbag, Zhang Zhanpeng easily lifted the sandbag, and Zhang Zhanpeng stepped on the stool to tie the other end of the hemp rope to the horizontal bar.

Zhang Zhanguang held the sandbag firmly and re-tied the frame. He hit the sandbag with one move and one move. He straight fist, right straight fist, left swing fist, right swing fist, upper hook fist, flat hook fist, jab, vibration fist, quick punch. Horizontal kick, leg bounce, side kick, up kick, up kick, and chain legs. The four of them were dazzled.

"I can't see it in the crack of the door!" Zhang Daqiang whispered.

"Or why should we climb to the big wall next to us and look down from a high place?" Dou Feng retracted his gaze and suggested in a low voice. After saying that, he looked at the broken wall behind the collapsed roof behind him, with wide gaps cracked on it. He looked at it and was shocking, and said to himself, "Just let it go!"

"Let's climb onto the wall of Zhang Zhanpeng's house and lie quietly on it to watch." Zhang Tianjin suggested.

"Climbing the wall of his house? Have you forgotten that we used darts to shoot his scaby dog, and Zhang Zhanguang beat him up!" Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his middle finger and bounced his head in the back of Zhang Tianjin, scolding him.

"What should I do?" Zhang Tianjin asked, touching the back of his head.

"I'll climb up to his wall first to try it out!" Zhang Xiaoqiang said. After that, he heard the other three people "pu" sound.

It was still Zhang Tianjin at the bottom. Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped on his shoulders. Zhang Tianjin's legs exerted a little force and muffled, causing Zhang Xiaoqiang to stretch out his hands to climb on the wall with the rising force. Then he slowly poked his head out, revealing his eyes to look into the yard. He was able to see the high-rise building and clearly see the scene at this time. Zhang Zhanguang's shouting when he kicked his legs was heard even more clearly, which made Zhang Xiaoqiang feel the illusion of "stealing the martial arts world" in an instant.

"How is it? Why don't you climb up to the wall quickly!" Zhang Tianjin said in a tremolo under his feet. Just because the martial arts scene was so exciting, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't hear what he said. "You either go up or get down... I'm going paralyzed!"

However, because the sound of hitting in the yard was too strong, Zhang Daqiang and Dou Feng were attracted to the crack of the door and continued to look inside. No one took care of Zhang Tianjin. Zhang Tianjin was sweating profusely in the cold wind and cursed in his heart, "A bunch of miscellaneous things!"

At this time, Zhang Zhanguang in the courtyard suddenly made a sharp punch and hit the sandbag with a "pop". In everyone's eyes, the posture was graceful and the hit was swift and powerful. Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but clap his hands and scream. "Okay!"

"Who is on the wall!" Zhang Zhanpeng shouted, then the footsteps approached the door. Zhang Daqiang and Dou Feng turned around and fled, not caring about anything else. Zhang Tianjin sat on the ground with a limp legs, and Zhang Xiaoqiang fell under the wall with a "oh" sound. The two of them didn't care whether they were injured or not, and got up and fled in a panic in the direction of Zhang Daqiang.

The door behind him opened with a bang, and Zhang Zhanpeng chased him out, chasing him all the way, shouting: "Stop for me!" But the four of them ran faster.

Although Zhang Tianjin was fat and ran hard, he was not slow. After a while, he landed Zhang Xiaoqiang behind. When Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed, "Damn it, wait for me." Zhang Zhanpeng had already chased him in the blink of an eye. He stretched out his right hand and gently pushed him back. Zhang Xiaoqiang lost his stability and threw him on the ground with a "splash". His palm fell to the hard ground and hurt his heart's heart. He also threw one of Zhang Tianjin's shoes off.

Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored the pain in his palms and turned over and sat up, looking at Zhang Zhanpeng in horror. Zhang Tianjin stopped and looked at Zhang Zhanpeng foolishly, without panic in a hurry to pick up shoes. Humph, this Zhang Tianjin is quite a bit loyal! Zhang Xiaoqiang thought, and received a little comfort.

"Why are you climbing onto my wall?" Zhang Zhanpeng asked at Zhang Xiaoqiang under his feet. Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't answer.

"Why! Tell me quickly!"
Chapter completed!