The Old Ape Hanging Seal is one of the special moves in Baguazhang. It is extremely lethal. When Deng Jinkui was hit by this move, he flew backwards. A mouthful of blood rushed to his throat, and he forcefully swallowed it back.
Deng Jinkui stood up like a carp and stood up. Zhao Weiming didn't stop after hitting the target, but instead attacked again.
Deng Jinkui stood up and had no time to defend himself, so he could only block with his arms in front of his chest. Zhao Weiming once again knocked him away with Ba Gua Zhang and hit the stone pillar at the door.
Click!
Several bones in Deng Jinkui's body were broken. This time he couldn't bear it anymore and spurted out a large mouthful of blood, almost losing his fighting ability.
"Although we are both at the eighth level, you are no match for me in any way. This is the difference between internal martial arts and external martial arts. This is the power of Cheng's Baguazhang."
Zhao Weiming saw that Deng Jinkui was seriously injured and stopped taking action.
Anyway, at this moment, Deng Jinkui's life and death were in his hands.
Winner and loser, since he lost, Deng Jinkui didn't say anything harsh.
And this is indeed a fact. He did not lose in realm, but in martial arts moves.
"Cheng's Baguazhang is well-deserved. I lost once again and I am convinced."
Deng Jinkui wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up slowly.
"Don't you agree? How can you, who are from a wild background, compare to our famous disciples?"
Zhao Weiming made no secret of his superiority and looked proud.
"It's not easy for you to reach the eighth level. I'll give you a chance to survive."
Zhao Weiming said.
"What opportunity?" Deng Jinkui asked.
Zhao Weiming took out a black iron piece from his body, which looked like a Bagua mirror.
"This is Cheng's token. If you accept this, you will be an obedient dog for Cheng from now on. You can live as long as you want. Give Wan Qing an eighth-grade dog and she will definitely be very happy."
Zhao Weiming threw the black Bagua Mirror to Deng Jinkui, but Deng Jinkui did not reach out to pick it up.
"Huh? How dare you not answer?"
Zhao Weiming frowned.
"I, Deng Jinkui, am a man of integrity. It is absolutely impossible for me to become a dog for you."
Even though Deng Jinkui was seriously injured, he straightened his spine at this moment and refused loudly.
"I think you want to die! Would you rather be a guard dog for an unknown boy than a dog for me, Mr. Cheng? Are you thinking about shit?"
Zhao Weiming really didn't understand what Deng Jinkui was thinking.
"I am here to stop you today because I have a promise. Unless the Grand Master comes in person, I will never give in. It doesn't matter who I treat as a dog. This is a promise, and I will honor it with my life."
Deng Jinkui said.
"Okay, okay! I'm too lazy to listen to your nonsense. Since you refuse to accept the token, there is only one way to die."
After Zhao Weiming finished speaking, he raised his palm with his right hand and moved towards Deng Jinkui.
The seriously injured Deng Jinkui could not stop Zhao Weiming's attack. Even if he could barely sustain one or two moves, he would not be able to escape death.
At this time, Lin Yang came.
He jumped down from the building and pointed his finger like a sword, piercing Zhao Weiming's palm with his fingertips.
Zhao Weiming suddenly felt a sharp pain in his palm, as if he had been pierced by a sharp sword. His arm was numb and he took a few steps back.
"What's so great about Mrs. Cheng? How dare you come to me to show off your superiority!"
Lin Yang stood with his hands behind his back.
"Who are you?"
Zhao Weiming shook his numb right hand and secretly made a fist to relieve the severe pain in his palm.
"Third Master, he is Lin Yang!"
Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet!
As soon as Wei Dagang saw Lin Yang, his eyes were suddenly bloodshot, filled with deep hatred and anger, and he wanted to cut Lin Yang into pieces immediately.
"Wei Dagang, your injury healed so quickly? Did you rush here to die?"
Lin Yang glanced at Wei Dagang.
"Fuck you! Little bastard! Mr. Zhao is here today, and you are the one who will die without a burial place!"
Wei Dagang's face was filled with anger and he gritted his teeth.
"Just him?" Lin Yang turned his attention to Zhao Weiming.
"Are you Lin Yang? What? Do you think I can't kill you if I take action myself?"
Zhao Weiming said.
"You are not enough. If Cheng Kuo comes in person today, there may be a chance."
Lin Yang said straightforwardly.
He had been empty of energy before. If Cheng Kuo really came in person, he would definitely be no match and wouldn't even be able to escape.
But at this moment, even if Cheng Kuo comes in person, he will be defeated!
Although his rank is slightly lower than that of fifth-rank Cheng Kuo, his true combat effectiveness does not entirely depend on his rank.
Lin Yang has this confidence, he can defeat the fifth-grade master!
"What a shame! Who do you think you are? You still want my master to take action on your own? You are not qualified to alarm him."
Zhao Weiming laughed and mocked again.
"I haven't finished speaking yet! At this moment, even if Cheng Kuo comes in person, he is no match for me."
Lin Yang said truthfully.
Deng Jinkui behind him was shocked when he heard this. He knew that Lin Yang was a grandmaster, but he guessed that he was only a second-rank master at most, or even a pseudo-grandmaster who had just entered the first rank.
But Lin Yang said directly that even Cheng Kuo was not his opponent. After hearing this, Deng Jinkui did not think that Lin Yang was bragging, but that it was the truth.
Because he knew that Lin Yang had no need to brag like this!
Of course, when these words fell into the ears of Zhao Weiming, Wei Dagang and others, it was naturally different.
Zhao Weiming laughed contemptuously, laughing so hard that Wei Dagang and his men did the same.
"What day is it today? I actually met two idiots with broken brains! I just thought that Deng Jinkui's head was full of shit. Now it seems that he may be better than you. What's in your head is the real shit. .”
"Do you know what a Grandmaster is?"
"Do you know what Grandmaster means?"
"A young boy with no knowledge of the world can actually tell such ridiculous jokes."
Zhao Weiming found it very interesting and couldn't help but laugh.
"This little bastard has lost his mind and gone crazy. He can say such big words. If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I wouldn't believe that someone would dare to say such words."
Wei Dagang laughed loudly and said: "You little bastard, you know that you are bound to die, so you just have to break the pot and just live with your mouth, right?"
Lin Yang shook his head slightly and said, "Ignorant."
After all, he was too lazy to say anything more. There was no point in arguing with such a thing.
Lin Yang moved. Wei Dagang and Sun Bao didn't even see clearly how Lin Yang moved.
The next moment, Lin Yang was standing in front of Zhao Weiming.
Zhao Weiming is worthy of being an eighth-level master. He reacts very quickly. He quickly opens the Baguazhang posture and uses the wild horse in the Bagua Split palm to rush into the groove. The palm force is like a wild horse impacting.
Lin Yang did not take action and allowed Zhao Weiming's palm to hit his chest.
Zhao Weiming was happy at first, but then his expression changed drastically.
He found that Lin Yang hadn't moved at all, and his palm seemed to have hit a wall. Before he could withdraw his palm and change his move, a huge counterattack force struck, knocking Zhao Weiming away immediately.
