"Your endurance is still poor." The strong young man sat cross-legged and picked up his gloves. When he broke Qi Lin’s thigh, he relaxed his muscles.
"I hit you a punch and you don’t move; When you punch me, I feel like I’ve been hit by a car … and I’m unstable. "Qi Lin shook his head and said," Hey, Cha Meng, how old are you to practice Muay Thai? "
"I practiced in Jiangzhou when I was a teenager earlier," Cha Meng replied gently, "but you are not easy because you practice boxing for a short time."
"What is that?" Qi Lin asked
"Your muscles are going to be torn and rebuilt in the process of losing fat and gaining muscle. Your endurance, explosive force and fighting ability are far from mine. Boxing is not just about punching sandbags, because you have to rely on physical energy to support your skills. If you want to practice it, you have to raise your body slowly." Cha Meng explained in detail, "I’ll give you a recipe later, so you can eat it according to the noodles and practice with me."
"Hehe, how long will it take me to beat you?"
"It’s hard to say that I’m younger than you and my body is much stronger than you. Hehe, if you practice casually, you may not be able to beat me in a generation." Cha Meng smiled and revealed a few big whites. "But learning this depends on perseverance and hard work. You have to be willing to work hard and study hard. The physical quality comes from skills. Maybe you are more talented than me. Haha!"
"Hey, how many adults can you play like me?"
"Four or five are easy to dry down" Cha Meng replied casually.
Qi Lin was stunned. "Don’t brag that you can beat four or five adults?"
Cha Meng smiled and immediately loosened Qi Lin’s thigh. After jumping in the barefoot ring, he slowly stepped back three steps. Suddenly, his right leg was as strong as a stone pillar and suddenly swept away to the sandbag wrapped in sponge columns.
"Bang!"
A square spring column with a muffled sound of 100 kg sandbag was instantly kicked and tilted.
Cha Meng followed by an in-situ turned right leg LUN again.
"Bang!"
The sandbag that hasn’t bounced back yet was smashed obliquely by the right leg again. After a muffled sound, the spring post slammed and tripped, and the sandbag was completely knocked down by the two legs.
Qi Lin was dumbfounded. "Lie in the trough!"
"Playing with you is just a practice," Cha Meng said with a smile. "But if I kick you hard, you won’t get up."
"Niu B!"
"It’s nothing, B. I’ll just point to this for dinner, hehe." Cha Meng said politely. "Come on, I’ll massage your legs again. You have to relax this, or it will hurt very much."
"Didi Lingling!"
The words sound just fell and Qi Lin’s mobile phone rang.
"You wait for me to take a message first." Qi Lin climbed to the edge and reached out from his coat pocket and pressed the answer button. "Hello?"
"What bro? ！” Malaoer sound qi
"There is nothing to talk nonsense with friends."
"Hey, the small business is good recently. Give me some goods." Ma Laoer said slightly.
"More goods?"
"Well, this time it’s full of a car," Ma Laoer nodded. "You should get ready quickly."
"Can you eat so much?" Qi Lin frowned and asked
"It will take you more than twenty days to get to Songjiang when you ship the goods there. Now the business is very good. Take more this time, or there will be a real period when the time comes." Ma Laoer was seriously charged. "So do it now."