Jiang Hudong picked up the small slate department and stacked it together. A few steps ago, he sent it to several fans in the front row and joked, "Take it back and make a good memorial. Maybe it will sell for a big price." Those fans were overjoyed to take it in their hands and study it carefully.
Jiang Hudong asked Zhang Chengyuan, "Although your skill is not bad, there are still many people who can do it. I believe this is not your limit. How many pieces of marble can you chop at most?" His manner and tone are more and more like hosting his variety show sarking.
Zhang Chengyuan smiled and said, "About fifteen pieces." He looked very confident as if fifteen pieces of marble were fifteen pieces of tofu.
Jiang Hudong said, "Are you kidding? As far as I know, the highest level Taekwondo master in Korea can do the same. "
Zhang Chengyuan said, "It’s nothing strange that Taekwondo pays attention to leg skills, but I practice mostly my palms and fists." In fact, he didn’t practice palms and fists specifically, which are only things that secular fighters do. What he practiced was to directly temper his bones into steel bars and iron bones by practicing qi and body exercises. Almost every part of his body has a powerful lethality, which is by no means comparable to Taekwondo, but it’s not shocking. He can be modest.
Jiang Hudong said to the camera, "Let’s open our eyes and have a good look!" As he spoke, he moved in more than a dozen marble slabs and stacked them one by one. While counting them, he also carefully checked the authenticity of the marble. Of course, he did not doubt Zhang Chengyuan’s fake, but let the camera shoot them in detail to prove to the audience that these marbles were genuine.
After folding fifteen pieces of marble, Jiang Hudong motioned for Zhang Chengyuan to demonstrate Zhang Chengyuan’s previous step, facing the marble slab with his feet open, warming up his arm in a crouching manner, and then posing, holding his right palm high again, taking a deep breath and drinking a "ha!" At the same time, the right palm is like an axe.
When the palm of his hand touched the marble surface, the fifteen pieces of marble were broken into two sides, mixed with some small pieces.
Everyone’s thoughts were cut off like marble by Zhang Chengyuan’s amazing performance, and they stopped thinking. The whole second floor was quiet and no one could hear the voice. It took everyone a while to hear a crisp little girl voice shouting, "Brother, you are great! You are the best! " They just woke up with a start and clapped their hands in succession.
Zhang Chengyuan recognized that the sound was made by a small crystal and looked around. He saw that the small crystal was happily clapping his hands and cheering in the crowd. Originally, Zhang Chengyuan arranged her and Jessica on the fourth floor, and I don’t know when she slipped here. At this time, Jessica, Li Zhien and a dozen girls were beside her. They also applauded with the small crystal. The eyes were full of shock and worship. One of them was a thin and beautiful girl who was called "Machamp Yun" by her friends. Perhaps she was because of her great strength.
After seeing these girls, Zhang Chengyuan smiled slightly at them and waved to them, so these girls shouted even louder.
After two minutes of clapping and cheering, Jiang Hudong asked, "Chengyuan, since you can chop these marbles with your palm, you should be able to break them with your fist?"
Zhang Chengyuan said, "Fists are easier than palms!"
"Then let’s show the fist again!"
Zhang Chengyuan said, "It’s not difficult or interesting. It’s better to play it in another way." He went to the wooden pile and patted it and said, "I’m going to break this wooden pile with my fist."
Jiang Hudong also went to the wooden pile and patted it hard. Then he leaned his head and said, "This wooden pile is thicker than my head and is made of very solid wood. Can you really break it with one punch?"
Zhang Chengyuan said, "It is estimated that it should be possible to punch more and more with one punch."
Jiang Hudong shook his head in silence. "I can’t believe you can do it!" "
Zhang Chengyuan said, "Please ask Brother Hu Dong to check the authenticity of a wooden stake."
"How to check let me fist hit a few first? My fist is not as hard as yours? " Jiang Hudong shook his head several times in a row
Suddenly I heard Yu Jae Seok shout, "Brother Hu Dong, you can hit your head a few times!"
Next to him, Jin Jidong, Li Huicai and others also booed "head! Head! "
Jiang Hudong glared at Yu Jae Seok and others. "Do you want to see my head explode?"
All smell speech laughed in succession.
Zhang Chengyuan held back his laughter, grabbed a sledgehammer and handed it to Jiang Hudong and said, "Brother Hu Dong, you beat me a few times."
Jiang Hudong stretched out his hand and took a look at the provincial enlightenment. "I said that what did you do with the hammer in advance turned out to be at this time."
He first put the hammer on the ground, took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves and stretched for a long time. In a complaint from Yu Jae Seok and others, he leisurely posed for a few postures, and finally chose the most comfortable posture, grabbed the hammer and struck a dozen heavily on the wooden pile.
The wooden pile was dented by pounding, and it was shallow, but there was no damage. It can be seen that the wood of the wooden pile is really solid.
Jiang Hudong once again said to the camera, "After the verification just now, the audience friends should all believe that this wooden pile is really realized. Please watch Mr. Zhang Chengyuan’s performance of’ iron fist breaking wood’. Alas, I was so hard just now that my bones were falling apart." I made several painful expressions and gestures in a pretentious way.
But at this time, few people paid attention to his funny behavior, and everyone turned their attention to Zhang Chengyuan to appreciate his amazing behavior again.
Zhang Chengyuan turned around the wooden stake for half a circle and chose an orientation. At this time, he neither turned his back on the audience nor faced it, but turned to the audience, because if he turned his back on the audience, it would definitely block many people’s sight and make them unable to see clearly. If he faced the audience, he was afraid that the wood would hurt people after he flew it, so he turned to the wooden stake.
Zhang Chengyuan’s left foot stands about one meter away from the wooden pile in the front and right foot. He leans forward slightly and looks serious. You can tell that he is ready to go. A tragic feeling suddenly arises from everyone’s heart. Seeing Zhang Chengyuan’s left foot suddenly step in the previous step, and his right foot also jumps out quickly. At the same time, he drinks low and makes a fist with his right hand. When he hears "boom", the wooden pile end breaks open and cracks a big mouth, which looks very ferocious like a beast opening his mouth.
Zhang Chengyuan’s tight grounding is another blow, and the crack opening is completely cracked, and the wooden pile end is also flying out and hitting the wall, bouncing back and falling to the ground, just rolling to Jiang Hudong’s feet
Jiang Hudong crouched in his hands and held the approximate cylinder about 3 cm high. Looking at the cross section like a hedgehog, he shook his head in disbelief and then turned to look at Zhang Chengyuan and sighed, "Cheng Yuan, you are really a humanoid machine!"
Although everyone had long suspected that there would be such a scene, when it really appeared in front of them, it was still shocking and almost speechless, and Jiang Hudong could react so quickly because he had hosted sarking for a long time and had seen so many strange people and wonders that his nerves were trained a lot.
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Although everyone seems to be still wanting more, Zhang Chengyuan doesn’t want to perform again. It seems that the performance of the other talents has been shocking enough. It can be said that there may not be a second person in the world entertainment circle who can perform like Zhang Chengyuan just now.
After that, it was supposed to be Jin Yazhong’s singing and dancing performance, but after seeing Zhang Chengyuan’s J and NG performance, Jin Yazhong didn’t want to perform any more, because she felt that no matter how hard she performed, everyone would definitely feel bored at this time. In that case, she would be vain.
After that, she left Zhang Chengyuan together and handed over the fan meeting site to the staff to let them organize the fans to leave.
Seeing that there was no excitement to see, the guests returned to the third floor again. Soon after, they said goodbye to Zhang Chengyuan one by one. After all, most of them were busy with work and could not spare too much time. However, they all felt that glad you came had feasted their eyes on Zhang Chengyuan’s performances today.
At about two o’clock in the afternoon, almost all the guests were gone, and then Zhang Chengyuan’s sisters also said goodbye to him and left. Most of them were informed that they were absent even if they wanted to stay and spend more time with Zhang Chengyuan.