Zhang Hanshan shook his neck vigorously, making a clicking sound.
"Yeah, long time no see."
"Snapped!"
He threw the leather gloves on Ji Canghai's face and hooked his fingers: "Let grandpa hit him a few times."
"go***!"
Before he finished speaking, Ji Canghai rushed down with a flying knee.
Zhang Hanshan crossed his arms and blocked Ji Canghai's blow.
I glanced around and saw that in addition to Zhang Hanshan, there were three men in leather jackets watching eagerly not far away.
I untied my belt and took off Chen Jiayan's belt. The two belts became a rope.
I stuck my butt out: "Come on, face me and lie on my back!"
"Stop whining! Hurry up!"
In desperation, I spoke a little more forcefully.
Just like that, Chen Jiayan was hung on my back.
In this way, I don't have to worry about Chen Jiayan's safety. The key is that Chen Jiayan can help me a lot!
"You'll be exhausted if you do this!"
We were almost ear-to-ear now, and I stared straight ahead, mouthing instructions.
"Cuddle up your legs. If I tell you to go to the left, go to the left."
"Is that possible?"
I didn't say a word and rushed forward with Chen Jiayan on my back.
Zhang Hanshan practices extremely soft kung fu, and he will definitely not be able to do it head-on with hard iron.
As soon as we met, I immediately turned sideways, rubbed my left leg against the ground and got in between his legs, hooked back, and pushed my shoulder forward.
"Bang!"
I only felt numbness in my shoulders, and Zhang Hanshan had already taken several steps back.
"I want to open your eyes today, this is called Tieshankao!"
Tai Chi does not go out for ten years, Baji beats people to death for half a year.
This iron mountain support is the essence of Bajiquan!
Kung fu all over the world pays attention to mutual reinforcement and mutual restraint. Ji Canghai's ancient Muay Thai is too hard, while Bajiquan relies on strong force to soften the strength.
Zhang Hanshan naturally couldn't resist it!
And I carried Chen Jiayan on my back to add weight to myself and make my strength stronger.
Ji Canghai seized the opportunity and whipped Zhang Hanshan's calf with a low whip.
Zhang Hanshan, who was already at a disadvantage, obviously staggered a few more steps.
"Swing to the left!"
I shouted to Chen Jiayan, and a twisting force suddenly came from my back.
I followed this force and moved to the left. This time, not only was it less cumbersome, but it was a little more agile.
This is the essence of Tai Chi - lifting a thousand pounds with skillful effort.
The two of us are like twisting the two forces together and turning the toes into points. All the power is concentrated at this point and explodes.
I rushed to the front and took the lead with Bajiquan.
Tieshan leaned against Zhang Hanshan's body, and I immediately turned my fist into my palm, and slapped his chest with a line of Bagua Palm.
Ji Canghai seized the opportunity from behind, stepped forward, and struck Zhang Hanshan's temple with a horizontal elbow.
Although Zhang Hanshan was fat, he was not clumsy. He swayed, his nose brushed the tip of his elbow and he ducked away.
But Ji Canghai's speed was beyond the reach of ordinary people. Although the tip of his elbow did not touch his vitals, it actually hit Zhang Hanshan's cheekbone.
I looked up and saw a wound the size of a baby's mouth on his cheekbone.
If you look closely, you can clearly see that his cheekbones are slightly sunken!
The cheekbones are as hard as the forehead bones. I only knew that Ji Canghai had strange strength, but I didn't expect him to be so ferocious!
Zhang Hanshan shook his head hard, drops of blood spattered, and his expression was obviously in a daze.
"You." He pointed his finger at me again: "And you, you can't win without fighting, and you are not worthy of being called a martial artist!"
Ji Canghai immediately raised his eyebrows and his eyes widened: "Come on, come on, let's see if I can pull your stomach out today!"
I stopped him on the chest and turned to look at Zhang Hanshan: "Brothers who fight tigers, have you never heard of them?"
Blood dyed half of Zhang Hanshan's face red. He wiped the corners of his mouth fiercely, making the flesh on his face even more ferocious.
"Okay! You're going to be a fool with me, right?"
Zhang Hanshan suddenly put his fingers in his mouth, and a sharp whistle sounded immediately.
In the woods, a large truck drove out!
Got ambushed!
Zhang Hanshan wiped his face fiercely: "I always thought you were a pure martial arts practitioner, so I respect you!"
"You are shameless today, don't blame me for being evil!"
Before the words were spoken, more than a dozen people had jumped out of the truck.
Each of them held a unified machete in their hands, and the sun shone brightly.
To say there is no panic is nonsense.
Don't believe in the idea of grabbing a sword with bare hands. It's only available to a very small number of people, and it involves a lot of luck.
The truth is that everyone is a mortal body, and even if they are stabbed, they will bleed.
Now this place is in the outer suburbs, and it's too late to call for help.
