Chapter 2 Special Physique
"Prajna Vajra Palm!" The middle-aged man smiled and looked at Fang Hong: "You are practicing the palm technique well, but unfortunately, your internal strength is too weak."
Fang Hong's face darkened and he asked Fang Wei: "What's going on?"
Fang Wei squeaked.
"What's going on?" the middle-aged man sneered: "You are Yan Chihong's disciple, right? Your brother borrowed 300,000 yuan in our casino this month, and with interest, he owed our casino 400,000 yuan!"
"Four hundred thousand!" Fang Hong was furious and turned his head to glar at his brother Fang Wei. Four years ago, since his father was bitten by a monster and his legs were inconvenient to move, the family plummeted and could not make ends meet. The whole family could barely survive with his mother's meager income.
Now, my brother Fang Wei actually borrowed 300,000 yuan from the Heihu Casino! With the interest, it is 400,000 yuan!
Four hundred thousand!
With their current income, even if they don’t eat or drink, it will take three or four years to finish it!
Fang Hong looked at Fang Wei, and the more he thought about it, he became more and more popular. He warned his elder brother many times, saying that he should not get involved in gambling. Fang Wei verbally agreed, but repeatedly persuaded him not to change!
Fang Wei hid in Fang Hong's murderous look and did not dare to look at Fang Hong.
The middle-aged man rubbed his slender, white and tender palms like a woman and said, "The IOU is very clear. If you don't pay off your debt for a month, you will lose one arm! Now, a month has passed!"
He narrowed his eyes and said, "I used to ruin his arm!" He pointed to Fang Wei.
The other five people walked towards Fang Wei.
At the same time, the middle-aged man stared at Fang Hong and smiled muffled: "Boy, I advise you not to do anything, otherwise, I don't care whether you are Yan Chihong's disciple or Hei Chihong's disciple!"
The five people in the casino came to Fang Wei, raised their hands and wanted to remove Fang Wei's left arm.
Seeing this, Fang Hong ignored everything else and punched out a Prajna Vajra Palm.
"The Wrath of the Vajra!"
The Prajna Vajra Palm is strong and strong, with a strong palm force that surges towards the five people. Suddenly, a figure flashes, and a cold palm force of the Yin and Cold palm force surges, colliding with Fang Hong's palm power.
Bang!
With a trembling sound, Fang Hong was shocked and retreated repeatedly. He felt his blood and blood tumbling. He retreated six or seven meters before he could stabilize his body. Looking at it, he saw a thin layer of ice mist frozen on his palm!
"Ice Palm!" Fang Hong's face changed.
Unlike his Prajna Vajra Palm, the cold ice palm is the most yin and cold.
"No, Ice Palm!" The middle-aged man walked towards Fang Hong with a cold face: "Although you have comprehended the Prajna Vajra Palm to the realm of great success, it's a pity that your internal strength is too weak, and my Ice Palm Palm just restrains your Vajra Palm power!"
It is very rare to comprehend martial arts with the introduction, small success, great success, perfection, and peak. Fang Hong comprehended the power of the Prajna Vajra palm to achieve great success in two years.
Like middle-aged people, who have practiced the cold ice palm for more than 20 years, but have not yet mastered the realm of great success.
Fang Hong pulled Fang Wei and wanted to leave, but before they could walk a few steps, a figure blocked in front of the two of them. It was the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man slapped out an ice palm. Fang Hong was startled and he and Fang Wei dodged away. As soon as they dodged, they saw a layer of white broken ice on the original ground.
Seeing Fang Hong avoiding, the middle-aged man stepped on the gossip and came to Fang Hong again and printed it out with a palm. Before Fang Hong could react, he was slapped in the chest by the other party.
With a muffled sound, Fang Hong felt a sharp pain in his chest, and a shocking cold force surged into his chest. He couldn't help but fall out and hit four or five meters away.
The middle-aged man felt that it was not enough, so he took another step and came to Fang Hong. He also had another palm printed on Fang Hong's chest, knocking Fang Hong into all his internal organs.
Middle-aged people are seventh-stage warriors. Once they break through seventh-stage, they are advanced warriors. Whether it is strength, speed, defense, or qi and blood, they are far from comparable to Fang Hong, a fifth-stage warrior.
After the middle-aged man hit Fang Hong with two palms in a row, he asked his subordinates to press Fang Wei to the ground, smiled coldly, took a steel pipe from the other people, and suddenly waved the pipe to Fang Wei's left arm.
Fang Wei screamed.
The middle-aged man looked at Fang Hong who was rolling a few meters away and looked angry, and sneered: "This time I will break one of your brother's arms first, and we will give you another week. In a week, if you haven't paid it back yet, we will cut one of your brother's arms down!"
It can be cured if it is cut off, it will be really useless.
Then, he smiled and said, "What? Want to take revenge? My name is Chen Jing. The respected Jing is the little manager of the Heihu Casino. You can come to me at any time."
"Of course, you can also bring your master to our Black Tiger Casino."
"I heard that your master is good, so our fourth boss has wanted to learn it for a long time!" After saying that, he took a few people from the Heihu Casino.
"Brother, how are you?" Fang Hong stumbled and came to Fang Wei's side. Fang Wei's face was pale and there was no blood. His broken left arm was as soft as hanging willow branches.
"I, I'm fine." Fang Wei took a moment, endured the severe pain, and shook his head.
"Let's go back first!"
The two supported each other and walked towards home.
The two of them had just walked far, when Fang Hong suddenly opened his mouth, his throat became hot, and blood spurted out.
Just now, the palm power of Chen Jinghan Bing had already hurt his internal organs.
"Fang Hong!" Fang Wei's face changed.
Fang Hong shook his head and his voice weakly: "It's okay, let's talk about it when we go home!"
More than ten minutes later, the two finally returned to the front door.
Trembling and taking out the key, the two of them opened the door, trying not to make any noise.
Fang Wei helped Fang Hong into the room.
"Fang Hong, your injury is too serious, why don't I go to find your master?" Fang Wei looked at Fang Hong's increasingly paler expression and couldn't help but worry.
Fang Hong shook his head: "No, I'll just have a sleep."
His physique is a bit special. He had this situation before, so he would have a good sleep. Two months ago, the school organized a trial. He was seriously injured by a ferocious beast and recovered the next day.
Fang Wei also knew that his younger brother had a special physique and nodded.
"Brother, your hand!" Fang Hong looked at Fang Wei's soft hand and his heart tightened.
Fang Weiqiang smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll go to Dajun's place first, let him bandage it, and apply some ointment. His girlfriend is a doctor."
Dajun is his best friend, of course, he also met through fighting.
After a while, Fang Wei left, and Dajun's residence was not far away.
Before leaving, Fang Wei asked Fang Hong not to tell his parents about the Heihu Casino so that they would not worry.
Seeing Fang Wei stumbled away, Fang Hong felt complicated. In fact, he was not bad by nature and had excellent academic performance since childhood. However, when he encountered something in his third year of high school, he was hit hard and gave up on himself from then on.
Fang Hong felt more and more tired, his eyelids worsened, and finally his eyes were difficult to open, so he fell on the bed and fell asleep.
Not long after Fang Hong was sleeping, a faint flame light appeared on his chest. The flame light gradually wrapped around his body. The cold palm power on his chest began to emit white mist.
The flames on Fang Hong's body gradually became stronger.
Finally, a phoenix tattoo appeared on his chest!
Chapter completed!