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When everyone was worried about Zhang Hao, they saw Zhang Hao stepping out flexibly and avoiding a position.

"Boom!"

Zhang Hao escaped, but the big tree behind him suffered. A terrifying stick pierced the big tree as thick as a bowl, and countless sawdust flew around.

"So fast!" The old headhunter said in shock.

To this day, the old headhunter still insists on training himself to make a stick one hundred times a day.

Maybe everyone thinks that you only wave a stick a hundred times a day, isn't it just like playing.

However, swinging a stick is not that simple. You must use your full strength every time. An ordinary person practiced for one day, and the next day, these hands can make you live in pain.

Even if you are a real master, after you get started, a hundred sticks a day will not hurt your arms, but you will be tired and sweaty.

There are very few people who can really persist, but this is traditional martial arts, and there is no shortcut.

"Huh!"

Following the old headhunter's roar, he felt that his whole person was inflated in a circle, and his clothes were stretched tightly. With a roar, the stick directly smashed the tree in front of him and swept out.

"Good job!"

Zhang Hao saw that the old man had some strength in his hands, and his hands began to itch.

In the past, he could not use his full strength to fight against himself, but he had to hold back his strength, but facing this old man, he felt that he didn't need to be too restrictive.

"Half a step to collapse the fist!"

Zhang Hao took a half step forward and slammed the stick with a fist with his left hand.

"Boom!"

With a terrifying muffled sound, Zhang Hao's fist and the opponent's stick slammed together.

Everyone saw that the iron rod was obviously bent by this punch, and under such a huge force, the old headhunter's stick flew out even more.

When the old headhunter's arm was numb, Zhang Hao walked away and grabbed the back of one of the opponent's hands.

"Boom!"

With the appearance of a huge muffled noise, the old headhunter fell to the ground fiercely, and even raised countless dust.

"Ahem..."

Under the violent concussion, the old headhunter began to cough frantically, a puff of blood overflowed from his mouth, and he rolled on the ground in pain, trying to struggle to stand up several times and couldn't do it.

Everyone in the live broadcast room could feel the pain of the old headhunter across the screen just by watching the live broadcast, feeling that the whole person was about to be broken.

At this moment, Zhang Hao, with a stern face, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good risk, I almost lost to the old headhunter."

While speaking, Zhang Hao stretched out his left hand and made a gesture. The thumb and index finger of his left hand made a distance of about one millimeter, as if this was the difference.

"Master Hao, you don't speak martial ethics, you are a little bit of a horse, afraid it is a little bit?"

"Hey, I feel that there is a universe within this millimeter distance drawn by the father-in-law."

"Young man, I advise you to do it yourself."

"This old man didn't even hurt one of your hairs, and you were about to fall to death. As a result, you told me that your strength was only a little bit weaker. You are more concerned than the anchor."

Countless barrages are shocking, after all, this scene is terrible.

The old headhunter can pierce the tree with a single iron rod, and sweeping it is equivalent to using brute force to make the stick cut half of the tree and hit Zhang Hao.

This old man is terrible. Although he is old, he is strong and unreasonable.

Zhang Hao smiled and said: "As the saying goes, boxers are afraid of being young and sticks are afraid of old wolves. Old headhunters are very strong, and I almost lose."

"Pooh!"

Hearing such shameless words, the audience present couldn't help playing the same barrage.

At this moment, Zhang Hao came to the ground and opened the pocket that contained Xiaolan.

"Whoo!"

The panicked little Lan rushed out of it all at once, opening up to bite.

It's just that when I saw that the person who opened the bag was Zhang Hao, he changed from biting to licking.

After licking Zhang Hao's palm twice, he rubbed his small head against Zhang Hao's hand.

"Xiaolan, go to Dabai, I'll take care of the rest." Zhang Hao said.

"Quack..."

Hearing Zhang Hao's words, Xiao Lan Sa Yazi ran towards Dabai, and then followed Dabai's body to her back. Because of fear, it hugged Dabai tightly.

After Xiaolan was safe, Zhang Hao picked up the curved iron rod on the ground and came to the old headhunter's side.

Randomly found a rock and sat on the ground, and then pulled out the short knife above the trouser legs, like cutting vegetables, and began to cut the iron rod in front of him.

"Da da da……"

He heard a crackling sound, and the iron rod was cut into sections. The pieces of steel seemed to hit the old headhunter's heart, making him tremble with fright.

The old headhunter thought that he was the best person to fight in Shili Ba Village, but he didn't expect that the man in front of him was so powerful and terrifying to suffocate.

Just like the same god, no matter whether it is speed or strength, he is far from comparable. It has two absolute advantages. The old headhunter knew that he could never beat the opponent.

"I admit it, you won the offspring." The old headhunter said humiliatingly.

"It's just a confession but there is no way to get my forgiveness. You frightened my fox." Zhang Hao said with a smile.

When he saw the treasure knife that was cutting iron like mud, the old headhunter felt terrified. People became more and more afraid of death. He hadn't lived enough yet.

"I am willing to pay." The old headhunter said quickly: "My ancestor Huang Feihong opened the Baozhilin Medical Center. Among them is a very precious prescription. I believe you will like it."

"What's the prescription?"

Zhang Hao's interest is not very high. He doesn't know much about the high-quality prescriptions recorded in the "Shen Nong's Materia Medica", and he is not very interested in the prescriptions of the old headhunters.

"Great Jackie Chan's soup." The old headhunter said.

"what!"

When he heard this prescription, Zhang Hao's whole body was shocked, and he looked at the old headhunter in shock, his expression serious and terrifying.

"Do you have a prescription for Jackie Chan Weitang?" Zhang Hao said coldly: "If you lie to me, I can guarantee you are even more miserable than this iron rod!"

"Swish!"

As Zhang Hao swiftly swung the short knife in his hand, only the remaining iron rod was cut into several segments.

"No... I dare not lie. According to legend, my ancestor Huang Feihong got this prescription from a Taoist Youfang, and then passed it down to my master. It is through this prescription that I have achieved what I am now. "The old headhunter said sincerely.

Jackie Chan Wei Soup.

Zhang Hao really didn't expect that the prescription he had been searching for would now appear in front of him.

This prescription is considered to be the first prescription for Guben Peiyuan in a century, and the "Shen Nong's Materia Medica" is so old that some insects even eat away the content of that part of the prescription for Guben Peiyuan.

Although Zhang Hao has been trying to repair it in recent years, the Chinese medicine for strengthening the foundation and peiyuan is not very ideal, and can only barely suppress Xiao Yue'er's condition.

Unexpectedly, I was looking for the "Grand Jackie Chan Soup" for a long time before, and that's how it came.

The old head hunter gritted his teeth and said: "I can give you the Jackie Chan Prestige Soup, but you must also promise me one condition, otherwise I would rather take this prescription underground than hand it to you!"

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