"I have such a bad temper."
Zhang Kun originally wanted to hear what the other party was saying, and if there was no further trouble, he would sneak away quietly.
Seeing the scene in the house clearly, his mind exploded and his blood rushed to the top of his head. He raised his strength and kicked open the door. The thick-headed wooden stick he held in his hand fell down on his head with a "woo".
boom……
There was a muffled sound.
The wooden stick, carrying the strong wind, hit the long-faced man on the door, who was wielding the whip and had not yet turned around. The blow made the man's head shrink, and without making a sound, he turned over and fell down.
Zhang Kun's arm was shaken violently and his mouth was numb. The wooden stick jumped up and he was a little unsteady. He let go easily and slipped two or three meters away. He was in front of the fat man again and hit him with a straight fist with his left hand. In front of you.
drink……
The fat man was startled at first. He took half a step back, but did not panic. The five fingers of his right palm were like hooks in front of his eyes. With a "shoo", he caught Zhang Kun's left fist...
When you grab it, you pull it, and when you pull it, you break it.
'not good……'
Zhang Kun felt as if his punch hit a steel plate, his fist surface was hot and his wrist was in severe pain. He immediately understood in his heart.
This fat man with a smile has a lot of skills on his hands.
Earlier, I saw him walking hastily through the crack in the door, and I heard that his fat body was not compact, so I was mistaken.
They are not weak.
Kung fu is not in the body, but in the hands...
Maybe the body is not very flexible, but the attack power is still very strong.
However, Sanda at the proficient level also has advantages.
The pain was painful, but Zhang Kun's movements were not deformed and his attacks were not interrupted.
The left straight punch is actually a feint, and then the right leg is like a knife, and it is the real move to follow the momentum and hit the opponent's knee.
There was a crisp sound of "click".
Zhang Kun endured the pain in his left wrist and cut off the fat man's right knee with one kick. He curled up like an ape and pounced on him.
Put your arms around your head and face, hold the other person's head, and hold him down tightly.
The knees moved left and right, bang bang, bang bang, hitting the fat man's face one after another...
His knees felt wet and hot, and he felt the person in his arms go limp all over, so he let go and took a deep breath.
The fat man's face was deformed, bloody and bloody, and his nose could not be seen. He rolled his eyes and could only twitch on the ground.
Only then did Zhang Kun have time to look at his left hand.
The fist surface was bright red and purple, and it was swollen. The wrist was slightly bruised, and the arm was sore and numb.
Looking up again, I found that the fat man's right palm was particularly wide and the palm was black. He had obviously practiced Iron Sand Palm, Black Sand Palm and other martial arts.
However, this person's kung fu was obviously not perfect. He only practiced his palms, not his body shape, footwork, and muscles.
This kind of training method, when taking the initiative to attack, will be very powerful if it comes unexpectedly.
Really facing the ever-changing life and death situation, it seems a bit rigid and unable to adapt.
No, he was knocked down by his own proficient level sparring skills like a mad dog. He succeeded in attacking one after another.
"ah……"
The young beggar girl followed to the door at this time. Seeing this scene, she was no longer very surprised. She just walked to a few children with empathy, checked their injuries, and took out the pieces of cloth stuffed in their mouths.
Then, the deafening cry of a child resounded in the room. The sound was shrill and harsh, which made those who heard it sad and those who heard it shed tears.
The little guys knew that this was the savior.
The savior Zhang Kun was a little dumbfounded...
He traveled here through time, and he had no identity and no money. He was totally helpless when it came to a critical moment.
It is possible to save people, but how to deal with the aftermath is a problem.
'Money, yes, food is a problem at the moment. Anyway, I can't stop doing anything. '
Zhang Kun didn't go to the girl to join in the fun. He couldn't stand the miserable situation of the child. He had always been so kind-hearted and wouldn't even dare to kill a chicken at home. He didn't want to see the weak cry.
After searching the long-faced man and the chubby-faced man, I only found about seven or eight taels of broken silver. I rummaged through the house and found dozens of copper coins.
But there are other gains...
The Void Gate shook slightly, and Zhang Kun saw that golden light flashed slightly in front of his eyes, and two points of light appeared.
A well-dressed little girl of three or four contributed a little. There is still a little brilliance, given by the six or seven-year-old boy with broken hands and arms...
The child stopped crying at this time, raised his head and looked at himself, the light in his eyes was indescribable.
'Is this gratitude, or the radiance of hope...'
A hint of enlightenment arose in Yang Lin's heart, and he basically figured out what it meant to obtain dragon energy.
It's hard to say, easy to say. As long as you get the other party's sincere trust and dependence, you can get it no matter who it is. The more emotional the person, the easier it should be to send out dragon energy points.
The other three children, who were either seven or eight years old, or four or five years old, could only cry and howl at this time.
Seeing himself defeating the two villains, it was as if he hadn't seen them, and he was still slightly scared.
There was even an older child with his head lowered and hatred in his eyes.
He noticed that Zhang Kun looked over and saw that the child was hunched over, leaning on the ground with his hands, huddled into the corner, and never looked over again.
Anger, hate?
Zhang Kun's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he felt a little confused.
It's okay not to be grateful. Is the hatred because I came too late? He found that the child's legs were broken at the knees, and there was nothing underneath his trousers...
Therefore, people’s hearts are fragile and many things are weird. Even if you help people, you may not be able to understand them.
Zhang Kun felt slightly happy when he saw that the Dragon Qi had gained two more points.
Looking at the martial arts, there is no + behind Sanda, but there is a + behind physique, agility, spirit and skills.
'Is this situation because I only learned the superficial aspects of Sanda and did not learn the core strength? I can only practice until I am proficient, and then I can no longer make progress? '
Sanda is a collection of scattered moves, not a system. Zhang Kun only knows the moves and fighting styles, but he doesn't actually practice or cultivate them. It's understandable that the upper limit is not enough.
I just realized that adding martial arts is the best way to use points, and it is the most cost-effective method. Nowadays, it is not possible to add points in Sanda. Zhang Kun struggled for a while and temporarily saved the dragon energy points.
At this time, adding physical fitness and agility is not cost-effective. You still need to learn a serious basic martial arts to achieve maximum effect.
Anyway, the injury on his left hand wasn't too much of a bother, it was just a skin injury, so he just endured the pain and it went away.
While thinking about it.
I can hear the "rumbling" sound of horse hooves and wheels...
Zhang Kun's eyes were slightly stern, he opened the side door a little and looked out.
The view here is excellent and you can see the long street in the distance.
The sky had completely darkened, and a long line of torches reflected the motorcade, slowly approaching.
There was a person riding a tall horse in front of him, his eyes like an eagle looking left and right, very alert.
There was a triangular flag on the car, with the big word "王" embroidered on the flag. Some people shouted "Hewu..." in a loud voice.
"This is?"
"It's the Escort Bureau's cargo team, and the one carrying the Wang flag is the Shunyuan Escort Agency. I don't know if it was Da Dao Wang Zhengyi who personally escorted the cargo back to Beijing..."
The girl came over quietly. She had been hiding here and there these days, but she was actually very vigilant. When she saw the long escort, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Big Sword King Zhengyi, could it be Wang Wu?"
He was a bodyguard and famous. Thinking about this era again, Zhang Kun's heart moved.
He knew Wang Wu, a great young martial artist who had been played in movies. He seemed to have a very good reputation...
"That's him. I heard my father say that when Wang Zhengyi was studying martial arts, he was ranked fifth among his brothers. He was also known as the fifth king of swordsmen in Jianghu. His martial arts was particularly strong.
At the end of the West Banbi Long Street where we are now is the Yuanshun Escort Agency he opened. He also opened a Father Wuyi School outside the front door to take in children from poor families. Study literature and martial arts, three meals a day are included, and outstanding students will be assigned to work in Shunyuan Escort Agency..."
Zhang Kun's eyes moved, "So, Wang Wu has a chivalrous heart, and his escort agency also takes great care of poor people?"
"That should be it." The girl nodded and hesitated.
"That's good!"
Zhang Kun smiled, went back to the house, picked up the long wooden stick, weighed it in his hand, stood in front of the door, and assumed a posture of bowing forward and arching backward, stretching his arms to the extreme...
"Help people to the end, send Buddha to heaven, we can't help these children, and we can't report to the government, but the people from Shunyuan Escort Agency can."
He took a long breath, tightened his grip on the long stick, stepped forward, and waved his arm in a wide arc.
"Whoosh!"
The wooden stick broke through the wind and shot toward the front of the escort team.
This wooden stick is heavy in front and light in back, and its center of gravity is stable. Although it is not as good as a javelin, it is not a big problem. With Zhang Kun's current arm strength, he can still throw it from a distance of thirty to forty meters.
"who?"
The man's arm on the horse made a clanging sound, and the sword on his back was suddenly unsheathed, and there was a flash of light.
The long stick that struck in mid-air broke into two pieces.
He swung out his sword, his body ejected into the air, landed and jumped a few times, and stood lightly in the middle of the street, hunched over and ready for battle.
His mouth kept giving orders.
"Set up your formation on the spot and protect your bodyguards! Feng Jiang and Wen Jun, come forward with me to inquire about the situation."
"Yes, Master Wu."
The motorcade stopped and there was a commotion.
The two young men were quick on their feet, holding big swords in their hands, and rushed forward quickly. They all looked warily at the darkness of the houses in the alley.
"What a fast knife!"
Zhang Kun stood in the shadow and took a deep breath of cold air.
His eyesight is actually pretty good. It was originally a 2.0 point vision, but now his physique has improved by two points, and his eyesight has become a little better.
As long as there is a little light, you can see clearly.
However, just on the long street illuminated by torches, the wooden stick was flying and broke into two pieces...
He only saw a slight flash of light. How did the man draw the sword and put it back? He couldn't see clearly at all.
In other words, only a little shadow is seen.
'In this precarious era, strength is the capital to survive. '
He glanced steadily at the men shouting in the middle of the street, with some envy in his eyes, and pulled the beggar girl and retreated.
"Let's go, hide quickly! As you said, Da Dao Wang Wu can run such a big family business, and he must be quite powerful both officially and secretly. These children can be saved no matter what."
The two of them walked through the streets and alleys in the dark of night, and left without looking back.
This is not something they can interfere with.
A "travelling" person with no origin, a girl who is obviously hiding from the government and relying on begging to survive, once exposed, it will be difficult to explain.
That's fine.
