"Young Master Su is very capable, Huang is going to take serious action!"

It seemed as if he had discovered a big secret. When Huang Feihong saw the hunting, he was happy. As soon as he finished speaking, his face was solemn, his arms were swinging up, and he exerted a little force, as if he wanted to compete with Su Zhao.

"I have heard that Master Huang is a martial arts master in Foshan, so I would like to ask Master Huang for more advice!"

When Su Zhao heard this, he was not panicked at all. He flew his hands and rushed towards Huang Feihong.

The veins on his arm burst out and his blood rushed, obviously he didn't dare to underestimate it.

After opening the golden finger while sailing on the sea and adding points twice, Su Zhao's twelve styles of Xingyiquan have now reached an extremely advanced level.

Name: Su Zhao

Skills: Twelve Xingyi Ancient Fist Notes (1/4)+

Martial power value: skin refining

Source: 50 points

Mall: Not open

It is very difficult for ordinary people to practice from nothing to something and achieve the perfection of skin refining.

First, we need guidance from famous teachers, second, we need sufficient cultivation resources, third, we need to endure hardships, and fourth, we need to study hard and practice hard.

Even so, you have to spend several years of hard practice day and night.

As for Su Zhao, he just thought and silently added a point, and it was done.

If it is known to outsiders, it will really make people angry.

It's so unreasonable to hang up.

In Su Zhao's view, the skin refining realm, if it were the national martial arts realm known in the previous life, it would probably be equivalent to Mingjin.

The skin of his body is as hard as iron and as tough as old cowhide. Ordinary weapons cannot break the defense at all, so he can be regarded as a master.

Even Yan Zhendong, a Shandong iron cloth shirt who had been practicing for decades, was just such a state.

With a swaying arm, there was a huge force of eight hundred kilograms.

One punch can make a blow-out sound.

Ordinary people who have not practiced face each other will get hurt when they touch it, and will die when they hit it.

With a full-strength attack in the skin refining realm, Huang Feihong immediately felt a powerful force attack. He caught off guard and his arm suddenly sank and almost made a fool of himself on the spot.

"hiss……"

Huang Feihong took a breath and had to get serious.

"drink!"

He bent his legs down, squatted a horse stance, sat down on his waist, and his whole body was united. He shouted loudly, and a powerful force passed through his arms.

"Bang!"

The two of them collided with each other and made a crisp sound, like a sunny drought thunder, exploding in the restaurant, which shocked everyone to look at it.

"Dingdeng!"

With the force fighting each other, the two retreated at the same time to relieve the attacking force.

Huang Feihong took three steps back.

Su Zhao took four and a half steps back.

The right and wrong are judged immediately.

"good!"

The onlookers applauded.

"Master Huang is a good example!"

"Who is this young man? I didn't expect to fight with Master Huang!"

Everyone cheered, and some people were asking about Su Zhao's identity.

"Huh... Master Huang is good at it, Su is ashamed of himself!"

Su Zhao used his strength to remove the soft force that was coming, and a breath of turbid air grew. He rubbed his palms and said.

The moment Huang Feihong made a move, he used the power of both the tiger and crane fists, which was both hard and soft.

With softness and hardness, he penetrated Su Zhao's body through his arms.

This is the hidden power in Chinese martial arts.

Fortunately, Su Zhao has trained his skin to perfection, and the two of them are just fighting each other in literary competitions, and Huang Feihong has not used all his strength, so Su Zhao has barely removed the softness.

Otherwise, if life and death are fighting and soft power enters the body, how can Su Zhao resist?

Even so, his hands were numb.

"Young Master Su's boxing technique is not bad either!"

Huang Feihong dusted his sleeves, showing his master's style, and praised him with a calm and gentle look.

"Master Huang is polite."

Su Zhao smiled.

"Young Master Su, it turns out that you are so good at it?"

After the two finished the competition, Zhang Shaojun, who watched this scene throughout the whole process, was surprised.

"I can't compare to Master Huang. I'm just practicing the country style."

Su Zhao waved his hand humbly.

"Young Master Su is too modest."

Zhang Shaojun closed the hair on his forehead and smiled happily.

Seeing the two talking and laughing, Huang Feihong frowned slightly, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Fortunately, at this moment, my uncle Gan walked over with a passionate look on his face, looked at Su Zhao, and smiled and said, "Young Master Su, we are meeting again!"

"Hello, Mr. Zhang!"

Su Zhao bowed his hand.

Uncle Gan nodded and said to Huang Feihong: "Feihong, come on, let's take a photo with Lao Zhao's beautiful bird!"

He turned his head again and asked Su Zhao: "Young Master Su, do you want to be with me?"

"No, you guys take a photo, don't worry about me!"

Su Zhao shook his head.

Just taking photos, the things that were already ruined in later generations have long been no longer attractive to Su Zhao.

But Huang Feihong is different. He doesn't know what taking pictures is, but he happily agreed to the invitation from his uncle.

Uncle Gan led Huang Feihong to two chairs and sat down. There was a bird cage on the table, and there was a beautiful green feathered bird in the bird cage.

After Huang Feihong sat down, his uncle Gan pointed to the camera not far away and said to Huang Feihong: "It's easy to take pictures, just look over there!"

Huang Feihong had never taken photos, so he could only do what his uncle said, waiting for Zhang Shaoyun to take photos for them.

Zhang Shaojun and Joanna were fiddling with the old magnesium powder camera. Su Zhao knew that because Zhang Shaojun made a mistake in operating, he put too much magnesium powder, which caused Old Man Zhao's beautiful bird to be burned to death, which scared Huang Feihong.

He walked up and saw that Zhang Shaojun had already poured magnesium powder and was about to start shooting. He quickly stopped him and said, "Miss Zhang, wait a moment."

Hearing his words, Zhang Shaojun, who had already drilled into the chassis, raised his head again and asked, "Young Master Su, what's wrong?"

"You have put too much magnesium powder!"

Su Zhao pointed to the old-fashioned spotlight she was holding and curled her lips.

What he saw was an old-fashioned magnesium powder camera, which was only visible in museums in his previous life.

Now that he saw the real thing, Su Zhao just took a look and guessed its operation process.

He just said it was magnesium powder, but in fact it was a mixture of magnesium and oxidizer. When igniting, he used flint and there was a clockwork on the flint mill wheel.

When taking pictures, tighten the spring, pour the magnesium powder mixture, operate the shutter with one hand, and operate the wheel grinder with the other.

Synchronous operation, the magnesium powder mixture is ignited, emits a strong light, and the photos are exposed together.

One photo is taken.

In my previous life, taking pictures was something that could not be simpler. Even a three-year-old child could take pictures with his mobile phone.

But in today's era, it is a magical artifact. Just look at the melon-eating crowds who are surrounded by three circles inside and three circles outside and you will know.

At this time, when everyone heard Su Zhao's words, they looked at him in surprise, even Zhang Shaojun was no exception.

Then, she seemed to think of something and quickly checked the spotlight in her hand.

After seeing this, I realized that there was really too much magnesium powder added.

"Young Master Su, thanks to your reminder..."

Zhang Shaojun playedfully stuck out his tongue, said gratefully to Su Zhao, and then tinkered with the camera in his hand.

"I'm so mean, I'm afraid you will be backfiring!"

Su Zhao replied with a smile.

"Click!"

Then, a white light flashed, and a black and white photo was instantly frozen.
Chapter completed!