Dad Xuan smiled and nodded, quite agreeing with what he said.

At this time, the eldest brother among the four young masters stood up and said: "Mr.

We happen to know how to do this, can you ask Mr. Han to help?"

"Cracking bricks with your bare hands?" Xuan's father showed an interested expression, and then looked at Han Lan.

Xia Ningxuan was already staring at him suspiciously.

Han Lan did not refuse and nodded with a smile.

It seems that this level is not as easy as I thought at first.

The four young masters quickly took out a few red bricks from the bag under the tree nearby. The senior brother showed them, and the other three were responsible for cooperating.

The junior brother knocked on the brick in his hand to show that it was made of real materials, and then motioned to Han Lan, who smiled and waved his hand to indicate that there was no need to check.

Then I saw him standing in a lunge, holding the side of the brick tightly with both hands, and placing the brick flat in front of him.

The senior brother walked to the side of the brick and faced them. After a brief exercise, he raised his hand and struck it down with a palm, breaking the brick into two pieces!

"Okay!" Xuan's father couldn't help but cheer and took the lead in applauding.

It can be seen that these two people have real skills.

Splitting bricks with bare hands is actually a very basic thing for practitioners, and even some people who are in the martial arts can do it. However, the common method of splitting bricks with bare hands is to put a piece underneath, and then hang half of the brick in the air. Among them,

It's hard to say how much strength it borrowed.

But the two people in front of me don't have anything underneath the bricks. Not only does the senior brother who splits the bricks need to be strong enough, but the junior brother who catches the bricks below also needs strong hands, otherwise he won't be able to grasp the bricks.

At this time, another junior brother came up with another brick. He also stood firm in a lunge. The two of them grabbed one end with each hand, then turned the brick ninety degrees and stood it up horizontally. The largest side faced the audience, and the bottom was slightly supported.

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The senior brother took a deep breath, raised his knife, and chopped it down again. You could see that the two people holding the brick sank obviously, and then the brick broke into two pieces.

"Okay!" Xuan's father couldn't help but cheer again.

Han Lan and others also applauded.

This is a real iron hand!

Splitting bricks vertically is about as thick as two bricks laid flat, but it is actually much more difficult than splitting two bricks stacked on top of each other. Even stacking a few more bricks is not as hard!

What's more, he didn't put anything underneath, and just relied on his two junior brothers to grab the bricks for him to chop.

After splitting two bricks in a row, the senior brother obviously hadn't finished his performance yet, but gestured to the stone table under the shade of a tree not far away to express his wish to borrow it.

Xuan's father naturally nodded in agreement, and the group followed them and moved to the stone table.

Another brick was brought up and stood upright in the center of the stone table.

The senior brother stood on the edge of the stone table, practiced his kung fu deeply for a while, then moved his right palm, slightly flexed his five fingers, gathered strength, raised his palm and struck it down.

With a "bang" sound, the palm fell on the top of the brick. The brick was still standing there, not broken.

But it can be seen that the direction of his palm's force is correct, otherwise Brick would have lost his balance and fallen down.

The first time the shot was not successful, the senior brother looked a little embarrassed, but he still closed his palm and tried again.

With the second palm, the brick finally broke.

Of course, it didn't split vertically like chopping wood, but broke horizontally in the middle because it couldn't bear the force. However, compared with the two pieces that were split before, the fracture surface this time was obviously not so "smooth".

"good!"

Although it was only the second attempt that succeeded, everyone still applauded and cheered.

Han Lan really didn't expect them to be able to chop bricks in a variety of ways. There was something about it.

"Han Lan, how are you? Comment, comment?" Xuan's father asked with a smile.

Han Lan gave a thumbs up: "Very impressive!"

"Hahaha……"

"It seems that the four young masters really have real skills." Xuan's father also praised, but then the conversation suddenly changed and he looked at Han Lan: "Hey, Han Lan, do you want to show off your skills too?"

"Dad, I told you that Han Lan is here to hold a concert!" Xia Ningxuan was a little angry.

Xuan's mother also came over quickly to comfort her.

Xuan's father still looked at Han Lan with a smile.

Han Lan smiled lightly: "Okay, then I'll chop a piece of it too."

"Han Lan, my dad is joking with you." Xia Ningxuan hurried over and grabbed his hand.

Xuan's father still looked at him with a smile on his face, and the two of them just smiled and looked at each other for a while, neither of them gave in.

"It's okay, just chop some bricks. It won't affect my concert." Han Lan patted Xia Ningxuan's hand gently, signaling her to let go with peace of mind.

On the other side, the senior brother also grabbed a brick and handed it to him.

Han Lan didn't answer, but still looked at Xuan's father: "Put it on the table too."

The senior brother was stunned for a moment, then put the bricks on the table and took away the bricks he had just broken.

In the end, he didn't stand the brick up like he did just now. After all, not everyone has that skill. In his opinion, Han Lan just pressed the brick on the edge of the stone table to make it easier to chop.

Han Lan took his hand out of Xia Ningxuan's hand, flexed his palm, then looked at the brick lying flat on the edge of the stone table with half of it exposed, and said, "Brother Li, help cushion it, I'm afraid of hurting my hand."

Before anyone could react to what he was saying, they saw Li Mingbo take off his coat, walk up and move the brick to the center of the stone table, then fold his coat into a soft cushion and cover it.

"Crack through the cushion?"

The four young masters watching on the side also showed some surprise.

If there is a layer of soft padding on top, it will definitely remove a lot of strength.

Moreover, Han Lan did not hang half of the brick out, but just laid it flat in the center of the table. In fact, it was more difficult than splitting the brick directly.

Of course, it is still much smaller than the palm of Senior Brother just now.

Just as they were comparing themselves secretly, Han Lan was already standing next to the table, took a deep breath, slowly performed his exercises, raised his right palm, and accumulated strength for a long time.

Just when everyone blinked, the palm had already landed on the soft cushion on the brick.

You can see that the soft cushion collapsed obviously, making a dull "bang" sound.

Han Lan let out a breath and shook his slightly red palm, which was a little painful. Xia Ningxuan quickly ran up and grabbed his hand to check if it was injured. She felt relieved when she saw that it was only a little red.

Others' attention was focused on the cushions, or the bricks under the cushions.

With it being covered like this, you can't see whether the bricks underneath are cracked or not.

Lee Myung-bak walked up and took his coat away. He shook it but did not shake off the wrinkles and slap marks on it, so he had to make do with it and put it on first.

Go back and iron it with the electric iron. If it still doesn't work, you can only ask Han Lan for reimbursement and then customize a suit.

After Lee Myung-bak took away the clothes, the bricks underneath were also exposed and were placed there unscathed.

Everyone looked a little surprised, and the senior brother couldn't help but stepped forward to pick up the brick and check it, and found that it was really not broken?

It just left a mark on the stone table. It was just powder shaken off from the stone bricks. It was gone after you blew it.

Father Xuan looked at Han Lan with some embarrassment, and Han Lan could only shrug her shoulders helplessly.

Xuan's father roughly guessed that Han Lan's brick-breaking on the stage may have been the effect of a variety show, but what happened in the Western European arena?

Are real kung fu and breaking bricks two different things?

Xuan's father didn't want to understand. After all, he didn't understand this either. He glanced at the young master who was still inspecting the bricks, smiled, and took Han Lan and the others back to the house.

The purpose of the warning has been achieved, and there is no need to continue to damage the face of my prospective son-in-law.

After they left, the senior brother suddenly thought of something and ran back to check the stone table. The tabletop was very smooth, but there might be some scratches where the bricks were placed.

He took a few steps back and looked carefully, and finally discovered something was wrong: "Junior brother, do you think this stone table is a little shorter than before?"

"Are you short?"

The three junior brothers also compared it, and it seemed that they were really a little shorter. They quickly knelt down and looked at the foot of the table.

I saw that the entire large stone pillar that originally supported the table and the edge of the hardened ground cracked at some point.

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Chapter completed!