Yang Juexin Lake was ethereal, and the various changes of "Hundred Split Fist" were like a crystal clear stream, slowly flowing in front of his eyes. He was waiting to fight one against three, defeating each one, and had just put on a decent figure. In such a posture, he received a heavy blow to the chest. He took three steps back in a row. His footing was unstable and he almost fell to the sky. He danced for a while and was rushed forward by two companions, one on the left and the other on the right. move.
Lao He rolled up his sleeves and pressed forward. He reached out and patted Yang Jie's cheek. He made a "slap" sound and said with a ferocious smile: "Young surnamed Yang, your fate is not good. If you offend my young master, your skin will be peeled off even if you die..." That punch, "Black Tiger's Heart", was so powerful and heavy that it once killed a big bull. Although he had retained his strength just now, it was not something this prodigal could bear. He was a little worried that the punch was too heavy, so he sarcastically stepped forward. Check carefully to see if he is still angry.
Although he was hit hard on the chest, another warm current surged up in his Dantian. Yang Chen was a hundred times more confident. "Cloud Cinnabar Sand" had many magical effects. The power of fists and feet could not hurt him. It was like an indestructible body. He calmed down and took advantage of the opponent. He was so close that he suddenly kicked out, hitting the opponent's lower body. The power of this kick was unusually strong. Lao He was caught off guard. He couldn't help but slump down and stick out his butt. He covered his vitals with both hands and moved back with small steps on his tiptoes. He pouted and winked, and was so painful that he couldn't scream. .
The two companions who were restraining him were shocked, their crotches felt cold, and they raised their fists and smashed the sheep's chest and abdomen, making a "dong-dong" sound like a drum. The rich boy didn't dare to come forward, stretched his head and shouted: "Old He, Old He, are you okay?"
Lao He was in so much pain that he fell to the ground. He covered his crotch with both hands and rolled around. Then he howled loudly like a slaughtering pig. His nose was covered with tears and snot. There was only one thought left in his mind. Why didn't he punch him to death? That bastard!
Yang Jian was punched more than a dozen times in a row, hitting the flesh with his fists. He didn't care about it and stepped hard on the instep of his right companion. Just now, the kick that hit Lao He's lower body was the "Hundred Split Fist" move. He stepped on the instep, but he was a master of tricks. When the opponent relaxed, he broke free and punched the left sideman in the face. He was hit on the nose, blood spurted out, the nose was crooked on one side, and two front teeth were broken.
Yang Jie broke free from the restraint and kept beating the two companions as if they were dead. The "Hundred Split Fist" became effective and handy. Heat surged in his Dantian, and his fists and kicks became heavier and heavier. He missed, and the fist hit Yi Ban on the temple. He fell straight and motionless, with only air coming out but not in.
The rich boy was so frightened that he lost his mind and shouted: "Hit him to death! Beat him to death... Hurry, come here... help!" He glanced around, looking for Yang Jie's figure.
Yang De strode forward to catch up with him, his nose flaring like a fierce spirit, but he ignored Lao He who was lying down. He endured the severe pain and reached out his hand, grabbed Yang De's ankle, dragged him to the ground, and lifted his right arm from The throat was strangled from behind, and the two of them rolled into a ball. Yang Jie struck hard with his back elbow, and Lao He curled up into a ball, his vision blurred, and he tightened his arms fiercely, determined to strangle him.
Yang Jian opened his mouth and couldn't take in any air. His eyes bulged and his head was buzzing. At the critical moment, his throat suddenly relaxed and he took a deep breath. , saliva choked into the trachea, coughing until the sky was dark, tears flowing.
Seeing that he had an opportunity to take advantage of, the boy from the rich family stopped yelling and smeared the soles of his feet with oil and ran away. The remaining companion, who had a flat nose and missing front teeth, had a fierce look in his eyes. He lowered his steps and covered the front from behind. The back of his head suddenly hurt and he groaned. With a sound, he collapsed to the ground like an empty sack, with no breath left.
Yang Jian turned around and saw a slim figure. He raised his sleeves and wiped his face carelessly, and then he recognized that the person in front of him was Murong Jing, whom he had been thinking about for a moment.
Her whispers sounded in her ears, slightly angry and slightly sarcastic: "You can practice according to the boxing classics, but when you meet an opponent, you will be confused. You have made the Donghai School's 'Hundred Split Fist' like this." This appearance is really unbearable!”
Yang Kai opened his mouth and seemed to be crying and laughing. He felt relieved and suddenly passed out.
When he woke up again, he found himself lying in the wilderness. The noise of the "Aoshan Temple Fair" was far away. The cool breeze was like water, the forest waves were roaring, and the bright moon cast a faint radiance, illuminating the profile of Murong Jing's face. Like a fairy.
"Thank you... thank you..."
Murong Jing looked at him and flatly said: "No need to be polite, I just happened to be passing by. Since I have learned the 'Hundred Splitting Fist', I have some connection with the East China Sea Sect. If I die, I can't die under my nose."
Yang Jian laughed at himself: "Hey, it's really useless. I have practiced boxing for so long and I can't even defeat a few partners. That... is detrimental to the Donghai Sect..."
Murong Jing raised her eyebrows and said unceremoniously: "Do you want me to give you some advice?"
Yang Chu's mouth was dry and he felt completely lost in front of her. He stammered: "I...that's not what I meant...I just don't understand..."
Murong Jing said: "You are a little clever and guessed that Yang Jie was causing trouble behind the scenes. But he is only a small role. The real masterminds behind the scenes are the Yinma Gang and Pan Xingzhou."
"Huh?"
"Pan Xingzhou is pursuing the idea of the Yang clan in Heshuo, but he is wary of it. The Yang clan is deeply rooted in the three towns of Hebei. Yang Sanggui has a close relationship with Qian Zhiwei, the envoy of Wei Bo Jiedu. In the end, the Yinma Gang is just a gang. He didn't dare to be too showy. So Pan Xingzhou went to find Yang Tinggui in the fourth room and promised that as long as he had the courage to do it, he would kill Yang Sang without anyone noticing. Brother Gui Yang Zi Gui supported him to become the leader of the Yang clan."
Yang Jian couldn't help but asked: "How did Miss Murong learn these dirty inside stories?"
Murong Jing said: "Yang Tinggui is a weakling. He will say anything after a little intimidation."
A little bit of intimidation? A sharp sword is placed on the neck, but there are still some strong bones! Yang Jie swallowed and felt a little cold on his neck.
"Pan Xingzhou reminded Yang Tinggui that there was a lame old servant next to Yang Sanggui, who was a hidden master. Don't underestimate her. Yang Tinggui inquired carefully and learned that the old servant was not Yang's family. An old member of the family presented a book of boxing scriptures as a qualification for promotion, and then he won Yang Sanggui's trust and became his confidant. He was timid and cautious, and did not dare to do anything without full confidence, so I ordered Yang Jie to approach you and try to kill him. I stole the boxing sutra, not to practice it myself, but just to ask others to take a look and touch the opponent's bottom, so as not to capsize in the gutter."
Yang Jian murmured: "He can endure his temper and act after making a decision..."
Murong looked at him quietly, as if he could not make up his mind and was hesitating about something. Yang Chen felt her gaze and said with a wry smile: "If you have many debts, you won't have to worry about it. If you have many lice, you won't be itchy. If there is any bad news, let's talk about it together. I can stand it."
Murong Jing said leisurely: "It may not be bad news for you... Whether it is good or bad depends on what you think..."
