'What if I skip a level and fight against enemies in the Ming Jin stage? Will there be a greater income? '
Seeing the green screen falling like a waterfall, looking at the number 13, and the sign that the Iron Wire Fist could be improved, Yang Lin felt happy but also had some ambitions.
I just had this idea in my mind.
He immediately saw his opponent in the Ming Jin stage.
Only, not the enemy.
Yang Lin jumped up and leaned on the top of the courtyard wall.
In the night, he stretched his body like a flying civet cat, climbed over the wall, and fell into the courtyard.
Before the solid feeling under my feet was fully reflected in my mind, I heard a buzzing and roaring sound in my ears.
'This is the sound of a sledgehammer swinging. '
A powerful energy and blood rushed towards his face like a burning torch.
Yang Lin narrowed his eyes slightly and saw a vague fist as big as a jealous bowl that could reach his heart.
The strong wind made my chest sting slightly.
"Good thief, I really caught you."
The punch comes first and the sound is heard later.
Uncle Da's broken voice shook Yang Lin's blood.
He didn't even think about it, he just followed his heart and punched first. He covered his head with both hands and staggered the punches. He held his chest slightly, put his hands on Uncle Da's arms, and used the force to fly sideways.
Buzz…
Uncle Da's fist posture did not change, his arms trembled.
Yang Lin seemed to hear the sound of countless iron rings.
Then, when the arms were clasped with both hands, there was a strong shock force running down the palms of the hands, which made his arms and shoulders feel slightly numb.
boom.
There was another muffled sound.
Uncle Da's right hand made an arc, and his left fist followed him like a shadow, chasing the wind and the moon with another punch.
This time, he hit Yang Lin on the head.
Its momentum is fierce.
The wind was so strong that Yang Lin couldn't breathe easily.
'If you can't block it, you can only dodge it, or use your strength to neutralize it. '
A flicker of understanding arose in his heart.
He knew that this was definitely not the time to show off his strength and attack. Looking at Uncle Da's hair like steel needles pointing to the sky, and the muscles on his body that were quite enlarged, you knew that he had completely lost his temper.
As for himself, he was wearing a black cloth hood and black tights.
He deserved to be beaten to death.
Of course, with Yang Lin's actual combat experience, he could exchange injuries for injuries, fight each other's reactions, attack Uncle Da's vital points, and still win a glimmer of hope.
But why bother?
'Sure enough, there are one level and one level. '
'It's still a bit too dangerous to jump through levels and fight in the bright realm, so the idea of taking shortcuts to earn reputation points is unacceptable. '
This thought passed through my mind.
Yang Lin immediately didn't want to fight.
At the same time, I also determined that I must develop a powerful kick next time.
It was nothing more than defeating Zhu Shijie, but being easily escaped by him.
In his own home, he was forced to use his boxing skills by Uncle Da, a man who was obviously not good at body and leg skills. He was unable to dodge and was forced to fight hard with his boxing power. It could only be said that he still lacked a lot of lessons.
He lowered his waist and sat on his crotch, as if he were falling a thousand pounds. His hands formed a cross in front of his head, and he punched his left and right fists one after the other in a series of punches.
Two punches were exchanged for one, hitting the side of Uncle Da's fist with great accuracy.
Boo...
Even so, Yang Lin felt a huge force pushing him forward. He took three steps back uncontrollably. His chest felt heavy and his energy and blood were slightly blocked.
Uncle Da's expression changed drastically.
He was blocked by these two punches like electricity, and he felt that he could not exert any strength at all.
Although the opponent's strength is not very strong, it is obvious that he has not reached the stage of Ming Jin, and is far from the natural level of divine power.
But I don't know why, every time I take action, it is extremely fast.
He was able to use the weak to fight against the strong, evening himself every time. With his 20 years of skill as a bridge player, he only took advantage of the situation.
Is this a big deal?
If he hadn't accidentally urinated under the west courtyard wall just now, he would never have discovered this enemy. If he was touched by the enemy in the master's bedroom, he would be in big trouble.
When he thought of this, a fierce light flashed in Uncle Da's eyes.
Blood penetrates the pupils, and strength gathers in both fists.
No matter what, even if he fights his old age, he still has to keep the other party here today.
He decided to fight.
"Uncle Da, it's me."
Yang Lin smiled bitterly.
Feeling the determination and determination coming from Uncle Da, he still couldn't figure out what this rough guy wanted to do.
The early training of Tiexianquan is actually an external hard skill.
Stimulating the potential of Qi and blood at all costs can enhance combat effectiveness.
Of course, in this case, we will fight until the enemy is dead, which is basically a desperate move.
Why is Uncle Da so anxious and desperate?
Of course he knew it.
I was a little touched in my heart, but I knew that this spat caused by misunderstanding, let's just say it was a sparring match, could no longer continue.
Fortunately, I also tested and understood my own strength.
Not too disappointed.
It's a little worse than the old Jianghu Dashu who has been immersed in boxing for many years, but it's not that he can't fight.
That's enough.
A familiar voice came to my ears, and I saw the masked man in black pulling off his hood.
Uncle Da was halfway through the charge and quickly retracted his fist, almost tearing his muscles and bones because he used the wrong force.
"You...you, Third Young Master."
Wu Zhongda was so shocked that he could stuff a salted duck egg into his mouth.
He never dreamed that the man in black who could force him to fight for his life would be the frail Young Master Yang who couldn't carry his shoulders or lift his hands.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
"Uncle Da."
There was a cry from all around.
"It's okay, I'm practicing boxing, everyone should keep their place."
Uncle Da responded, came over, pulled Yang Lin to the tree, and said anxiously: "How do you practice it? Didn't you just learn Iron Wire Fist not long ago? Look at it like this, you can use it even more than me." Proficient."
Because of his surprise, he even forgot to ask Yang Lin why he came in over the wall so late and dressed so sneakily?
This is too strange.
A blink of an eye.
The old hen turns into a duck.
The third young master is still the third young master, but he is no longer the person in his mind.
If boxing is so easy to practice, then what's the point of practicing hard every day and night for twenty years?
"I……"
Yang Lin thought about how to explain.
His strength grew so rapidly that he really didn't know how to make it up.
"I see."
Uncle Da slapped his forehead and said, "Well, Mr. Yang, if you want to learn, just learn from Uncle Da directly. There is nothing to hide...
If I had known that you could learn boxing secretly and become so good at it, I would have passed on that knowledge to you. "
He was grinning from ear to ear.
"That little girl, Xiao Mushroom, learned from you, right? Are you addicted to secretly learning boxing skills?
I just said that when I was practicing boxing some time ago, I always felt like someone was watching, and it turned out to be you. "
"Okay, okay, with such a talent in martial arts, Uncle Da has gained a lot of experience."
Yang Lin slowly became dull.
He didn't say a word. What plot had Uncle Da imagined?
'Learning boxing secretly, talent? '
By the way, he must have thought that his martial arts talent was very good and he could do it at a glance.
I have been secretly learning boxing for a long time, and I have been learning boxing for more than a year or two.
That makes sense.
Yang Lin was a little dumbfounded and said helplessly: "Uncle Da..."
"I know, I understand, I won't tell anyone about this, not even the master.
But Third Young Master, although our Yang family has a big business, we don’t have to guard against the eldest and second young masters. There is no point in hiding your strength. "
"I know both of them. Each of them has lofty ambitions and is not willing to settle down at home. When the time comes, it won't be you who inherits the family business."
Okay, no need to explain.
Uncle Da understands everything, what else can he say?
A genius is a genius, and it makes sense to hide his strength. At least, it is much easier to accept than the shady statement that practicing martial arts can instantly improve your strength.
Besides, he never thought about telling anyone his secret.
