Zhang Ling looked at the young man in front of him, obviously a little surprised, and just answered softly. Her eyes moved to the woman who was huddled in the corner and could not move. She then looked at another figure outside the alley. She got up and ran straight towards him, snuggling into his arms. Her nervousness and fear also dissipated a lot from her face. , obviously the long-awaited lover has arrived.
The young man named Song Linjie next to him looked at Mu Shaoyang and scolded: "Mu Shaoyang, I beat you up once when I went out for training a year ago. It seems that I have no memory! Now you are acting like a monster again, and I even slapped you It’s reached over my Song family’s head.”
Mu Shaoyang curled his lips, showing a look of hatred, and said with a ferocious face: "Song Linjie, if you really think that our City Lord's Mansion is afraid of your Song family, we should settle the accounts from a year ago."
Then he showed a sinister smile, looked at the handsome but unworthy old man beside him, and said: "You just need to know some martial arts. This is my guest in the Mu Mansion, a master of the second grade. I need to let you know today that if you provoke me..."
Song Linjie was probably impatient. He raised his fist and swung it towards Mu Shaoyang. Mu Shaoyang subconsciously hid behind the group. Yu Guanqun raised his hand, and with an explosive palm force, he firmly held Song Linjie's fist. Song Linjie held out the knife, and Yu Guanqun had no choice but to loosen his fist and step back quickly.
"fish……"
Mu Shaoyang, who had already hid aside, was about to call out when he was suddenly kicked out of the air.
Zhang Ling stepped down several times until Mu Shaoyang could no longer stand up, and then retracted his foot: "You'd better shut up."
Zhang Ling looked at the two people fighting and asked, "Song Linjie, what level are you at, can you beat me?"
Song Linjie, who was concentrating on receiving the attack, replied: "I just entered the third level, I don't know if I can pass the fight."
Zhang Ling was a little worried and looked at the two people at the alley. The man was carefully comforting the woman's tears. Zhang Ling interrupted: "You two, let's talk about it later. Go to the Song family to call someone!"
The man also understood the overall situation and walked away with the woman without hesitation. Zhang Ling's eyes returned to the two people in the critical situation. Although Song Linjie always saved the day with the short knife in his hand, he was suppressed by the crowd at every turn.
The old man glanced at Zhang Ling before, wanting to escape and protect his young city lord, but when he saw the two of them leaving for the Song family, he no longer cared about Mu Shaoyang. If someone from the Song family arrived, Mu Shaoyang would still be the city lord after all. His son can at least save his life, but as a watchdog of the city lord's mansion, he is bound to die. Even though he is a second-level expert, he still has to take a detour when meeting a big family.
The group of people punched more quickly, and they could only think of quickly solving the trouble in front of them and slip away quickly.
The two distanced themselves again to make further judgments. Yu Guanqun's face was pale, and he was still unfinished, but Song Linjie was already very angry. When they exchanged moves, although they were not at too much of a disadvantage, it was obvious that they could not fight for long.
Song Linjie jumped up in an instant, and with the help of the wall on the side, he climbed up to the next floor. The internal energy poured into his legs, like a tiger attacking a deer, and the sword surged down. The group of fishermen snorted coldly. After putting their elbows and palms on the ground one after another, they kicked Luodao right on the side. Song Linjie's sword power was broken, his figure was on the verge of collapse, and he retreated one after another.
After the group formed into shape, they advanced forward bravely and punched through the air to keep up. Song Linjie's sword force had just broken through and he could only fight with one punch.
The two punches connected, and the expected crowd of people stood firm at the place where the punch was thrown, and the majestic momentum was still there. On the contrary, after Song Linjie punched, he took seven steps back. Just when he was about to retreat again, he suddenly stopped. .
Zhang Ling changed steps and moved behind Song Linjie, putting a steady hand on his back and stopping his retreat.
When Zhang Ling saw that the crowd was no longer following, he said, "How long can we hold on?"
Song Linjie wiped away the blood that seeped out from the corner of his mouth due to his anger and heart attack, and gritted his teeth: "This old guy is so powerful, I will probably be defeated in less than ten moves."
Although Zhang Ling did not fight with him again, he still took a long breath, slowly pulled out the dagger, and said to Song Linjie: "Give me the knife."
Song Linjie didn't know why. After handing over the knife, he asked, "You know how to use a knife?"
Zhang Ling took a step forward and stood in front of Song Linjie: "No, but I should be able to block a few attacks. I'll switch to you later."
Zhang Ling's left sword was across his chest, his right sword was hanging forward, and he looked directly at the group of fish.
The two people who had already arrived were hiding in the dark, and everything fell into their eyes.
The old man among the two looked at this place intently and said: "Yutian, why don't you take action?"
Another person said calmly: "This kid has indeed made a lot of progress in the past year. This time he will be no worse than the first in the clan. But I also want to see how capable this Ling is and whether he can be valued by Qin Yi." .”
The old man nodded "Yeah" and said no more.
Zhang Ling didn't wait for the crowd to approach, but he was already running forward. If he waited for the other party to take action first, he would never have the chance to take action again.
Zhang Ling's sword failed, and he didn't expect to end the matter. He used the knife in his right hand to block the punches of the group of people, and took advantage of the momentum to exit the dark alley step by step. At some point, the crowds of people on the street dispersed, and there was no trace of the crowd. The streets are empty.
Suddenly his vision suddenly became clear, and Zhang Ling no longer fought head-on with the crowd. He only used his sword to resist, and moved around in all directions, not trying to win or lose, but just delaying time.
Zhang Ling suddenly took a few steps back and refused to fight with the crowd. Even if he got close again, he still only resisted with a reasonably coordinated sword. After a single attack, he had passed no less than twenty moves.
The group of people calmed down and quickly broke away from Zhang Ling's rhythm. They stopped procrastinating and suddenly changed steps. They reached the place where Zhang Ling was about to fall first. The power of their fists increased sharply and they hit Zhang Ling's abdomen.
Zhang Ling crossed his sword on his abdomen and tried his best to throw it out as fast as possible. The turbulent punch landed just where the sword crossed, but Zhang Ling was still inevitably knocked away by the remaining force.
The swords were separated, and neither side could quickly gather momentum, but the fists of the crowd were already approaching.
In an instant, Zhang Ling, who could have blocked an attack, was pushed back by an inexplicable push. A not-so-burly body blocked him, and he directly pushed the group of people back with one hand.
The group of people stood up and looked at the body. Although they recognized who the person was, they just pushed back again. Their whole bodies were tense, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
The man in front of Zhang Ling sneered: "Is it useful? In front of me, even if you withdraw from this Liufeng City, if I want to kill you, you still can't escape."
Song Linjie followed him out, looked at him, and suddenly became shameless: "Dad!"
In the blink of an eye, a hunchbacked figure also walked out, and Song Linjie stepped up close to him: "Second uncle!"
The old man was also very happy when he saw Song Linjie. He was not in a hurry to speak, but was just waiting for his family master to speak.
Obviously they were Song Yutian and Song Jingguo. Song Yutian nodded to Zhang Ling, then looked at Song Linjie, and patted him lightly: "You really don't worry about your father! He just came back and caused trouble again."
Being left alone, no one dared to move in a group, for fear that if they did, the street would be choked.
Song Linjie could only smile: "Dad, you can't blame me! It's all because of that kid's skin itch, and he bullied Sister Gu. How can I not take action?"
Song Yutian looked calm. He knew these things in advance. He looked at the crowd calmly and said: "If you really think that Mu Tiandong is the city lord, he can cover the sky in Liufeng City with one hand. If you really make me anxious, I, Song Yutian, won't Would you mind washing his neck with a knife more often?"
There was no emotion in the crowd's heart at these words. They only knew that this time a disaster must be imminent.
Song Yutian suddenly approached the crowd and shattered their Qi Hai Dantian with one palm, and his martial arts skills were all disabled.
A figure dragging its broken body out of the alley did not see the light of day. It only saw the light of a knife, and then never saw the light of day again.
