As it turns out, even cultivators who have just started building their foundation are no longer ordinary people. After taking the Body Tempering Liquid twice and practicing 《Vajra Foundation Building Fist Technique》 and 《True Self Meditation Scripture》, not only did Song Shuhang's body become stronger, his alcohol tolerance also increased.
In the past, he would at most be able to win against Gao Moumou. But today, he heroically made Lin Tubo and Li Yangde fall to the ground.
After making these two guys drunk, Song Shuhang felt his mind was especially clear, his thinking was quick, and his hands and feet were nimble. It was as if what he just drank wasn't a box and a half of alcohol, but a cup of plain water.
He moved the three drunk guys onto the bed.
Then, Song Shuhang rinsed his mouth and got up to return to the dormitory — — he had no interest in squeezing into the same bed with three drunkards.
As he walked alone, he unknowingly arrived at the messy alleys of Auspicious Street District.
"This time I shouldn't run into that girl who's being pushed against the wall again, right? After all, I already ran into her once this afternoon. " He thought to himself — — unless that girl stayed here all day being pushed against the wall, it's impossible to run into her several times a day.
The journey was calm and peaceful.
"This world is really peaceful." He secretly nodded. It would be great if it was this peaceful every day.
Speaking of which, when he came out to look for a house with Senior Medicine Master, he didn't run into any hoodlums, it was also very peaceful at that time.
Oh, wait! Thinking of Medicine Master, Song Shuhang immediately remembered something.
When he walked with Senior Medicine Master, it wasn't a peaceful journey, because there was a follower who was scared away by Medicine Master's gaze.
Thinking of this, Song Shuhang pinched his chin.
A moment later, he suddenly turned around, his gaze sharp: "Come out, you've been sneakily following me for a long time! Or do you want me to catch you with my own hands? "
Song Shuhang's heart was suddenly moved, that's why he did that.
In reality, Song Shuhang had just started building his foundation. Although his eyesight and other senses were much stronger than ordinary people, he was still a rookie and didn't have much experience in fighting, so he couldn't tell if someone was following him or not.
He just wanted to trick them.
It would be best if there was no one around, and no one would notice his' shameful 'actions.
If someone was really lured out, it would be a good time to end this matter.
At the same time, Song Shuhang secretly opened the phone call page and found the number Medicine Master had dialed earlier.
In this way, if something really went wrong, he could immediately call Apothecary for help. Although he would feel a little embarrassed, if his life was in danger, he would naturally throw away his pride as far away as possible.
Song Shuhang's eyes were still fixed behind him.
A moment later, a figure slowly walked out from a blind spot.
"Li, I've already hidden so well, but you still found me." The figure was a two-meter-tall man with a stocky build.
His shaved bald head gave off a strong sense of oppression. However … the strange thing was that this fellow actually gave Song Shuhang a feeling that he had a 'peaceful face'.
Yes, even with a shaved head and a stocky build, just his physique alone was enough to give off an oppressive feeling. However, this guy's appearance gave people a feeling of 'simple, honest, and cute'.
What kind of contrast is this?!
Moreover, such a big guy could actually quietly follow behind Song Shuhang. This guy's bandit and stealth skills must 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 this tall man's body, full of explosive power.
"Don't be so nervous, Song Shuhang. I'm also a student of Jiangnan University City, and I'm the vice president of the mixed martial arts club, Nam Ho Meng. " The big guy introduced himself, then clenched his fists and said, "The reason I'm following you is because last night, there were two good-for-nothings in my mixed martial arts club. They were taught a lesson by you, Student Song Shuhang, when they were molesting a girl …"
"Oh, when the underlings were bullied, they came to you, the big brother, and then you, the big brother, wanted to take revenge for those underlings, right?" Song Shuhang said.
If it was the Song Shuhang from two days ago who saw such a big guy maliciously clenching his fists, he would definitely run away.
But now, after drinking the Body Tempering Liquid twice and practicing the 《Vajra Foundation Building Fist Technique》 and 《True Self Meditation Scripture》, Shuhang didn't have a trace of fear in his heart. Instead, his fighting spirit was awe-inspiring.
In addition, since this guy was the big brother of those 'hoodlums', then he wasn't the one who investigated his information at school yesterday afternoon. Because Shuhang had encountered the short-haired girl who was pressed against the wall by the hoodlums last night.
"Haha, how could that be! Those two guys didn't dare tell me that they molested a girl. If I didn't accidentally overhear their conversation, I wouldn't even know that they were beaten up by someone. Those good-for-nothings, even though they hung out with the hoodlums, I didn't think that they would even molest a girl who didn't even have the strength to truss a chicken. I've already ruthlessly beaten those two guys up again. They won't be able to get out of bed for a while. "Nam Ho Meng said with a silly smile.
A girl who didn't even have the strength to truss a chicken? Big guy, that's because you didn't see that girl's unparalleled state. If you saw that girl kill 11 hoodlums in ten seconds this afternoon, you wouldn't have added the description 'weak' to the girl's front fall.
"Then why are you following behind me?" Song Shuhang said in a deep voice.
"Well, I heard those two good-for-nothings say that Shuhang classmate is very hard to deal with. So I wanted to personally try it out. " Nam Ho Meng's face was still as simple and honest as before. He was born with divine strength. Not only was he big, but his strength was also twice that of a person of the same size. In the mixed martial arts club, he was already a lonely expert.
So, when Nam Ho Meng heard that someone was able to lift his good-for-nothing underlings with just one arm, his intuition told him that he had met a good opponent. Thus, he followed her all the way here.
Now, after seeing Song Shuhang in person, he was even more certain that this junior who looked shorter and skinnier than him was an expert!
"Of course, you can think of it as me standing up for my underlings after they bullied him. If that's the case, you won't feel good about it, so you can fight me more freely. In any case, I do have the intention to stand up for my underlings. "Nam Ho Meng assumed a mixed martial arts stance, his eyes bursting with light.
In an instant, he changed from a simple and harmless person to a vicious beast.
"After talking nonsense for so long, it turns out that you just want to fight, right?" Song Shuhang said.
"Yes, I just want to fight," Nam Ho Meng grinned. "Besides … all the nonsense I said just now was all because you told me to. In fact, I'm not a very talkative person. I prefer to talk with my fists. "
Song Shuhang: "…"
If you don't know how to talk, then why did you talk so much? If you don't know how to talk, then what is considered a chatterbox?
"I'm going up!" Nam Ho Meng slid toward Song Shuhang. His right hand clenched into a fist and he threw a straight punch with great force.
Song Shuhang didn't dare to be careless. He had just started his Foundation Establishment cultivation today, so he wouldn't underestimate this big guy who practiced mixed martial arts in front of him.
Seeing his opponent throw a straight punch, Song Shuhang turned his wrist and naturally used Basic Boxing Technique Three.
He clenched his hand into a claw, and the claw was like a dancing dragon.
His fingers clenched and accurately caught Nam Ho Meng's wrist. The straight punch was firmly locked and couldn't move forward even half an inch.
Nan Haomeng even felt pain from his wrist, Song Shuhang's fingers that were grabbing onto his wrist were as strong as steel pincers. For a small guy like Song Shuhang, he could normally throw him into the air with one arm. He struggled a few times, but Song Shuhang's claws didn't budge like a mountain.
At this time, Song Shuhang slightly frowned. So weak!
So weak that he dropped dregs.
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