In fact, doubts are everywhere.
Just look and see if you have a pair of eyes that can spot it.
When Yang Lin first saw English Princess Marilyn escaping from the mansion in front, he already realized something was wrong.
The little British princess may be a little white flower.
But the officer beside him, Russell, was definitely not.
After escaping from the mansion, there were three paths in total, leading in three different directions, but without thinking, he helped Marilyn rush towards his motorcade.
The goal is clear and the intention is not good.
Of course, if only a little bit.
Yang Lin only thought that this guy wanted to drag a group of innocent people into the water to block the knife, so that he could escape faster and further.
If a person does not serve himself, he will be destroyed by heaven and earth.
You can't expect a foreigner to be kind to the Chinese people, right?
In desperate situations, it is basic common sense not to consider a person's character.
Of course, Yang Lin's discomfort is another matter.
If only.
That's all.
However, Yang Lin also discovered a problem.
That is.
The other person supporting Princess Marilyn was a middle-aged man in a patrol uniform with a dull face, which was very abnormal.
This man looked very inconspicuous, he was not tall, his body was not strong, and his eyes were not as bright as stars. He was the kind of person who would not be found in a pile of shameful people.
However, Yang Lin has been practicing in the illusion of martial arts for such a long time, not to mention that he can achieve the same achievements as the old boxing master Zhou Hongyi, and reach the peak of boxing skills.
Let's talk about this vision. He has seen all kinds of martial arts from various schools, so he naturally has his own unique judgment.
He could see it just from a distance.
Although the middle-aged man acted ordinary, when he walked, he felt like the wind was flowing on water, and the distance between his feet was as if measured with a ruler.
Step by step, step by step, steady. ,
Even if he was supporting a person to escape, he would still be intact.
Moreover, through the ripples of his clothes blown by the wind, Yang Lin could even see the silent rhythm of his tightly wrapped muscles.
Smart, secretive...
Power is transferred step by step, incomparably harmonious and natural.
This is actually a master.
So, here comes the problem.
For such a master, how could he be chased so hard that he could only help the princess flee in panic to his motorcade, and use others to block the knife to allow him to escape?
Behind him, there must be a great master who has never been born before, the kind that is irresistible.
of course not.
When Yang Lin looked at the swordsmen with the attitude of being careful not to make contact and not to make rash judgments, he discovered that even the strongest Xiguan swordsman was actually just a newcomer to Mingjin, and at most he was a little fierce. , the sword skills are more powerful...
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
After seeing the doubts, Yang Lin would not be dissatisfied and think that this person was also here for him.
Then, it is inevitable to make bold assumptions and verify carefully.
Everything will lie.
Your own abilities will not lie to others.
The unique talent of Plum Blossom Boxing that he learned in Yan Wu Ling, "to control the enemy first" told him.
Danger is around you.
The hair on the hair stood up slightly, all the internal organs were heated, and the secretion of hormones in the kidneys accelerated... All signs showed that this seemed to be a chance encounter, but in fact it was a trap.
So, who is setting a trap, and who is planning to let himself die?
It's a bloody hand divination.
It can only be him.
The answer has always been there.
My whole family rushed to Shanghai, not only to confront the Qing gang, but also worried that the Hangzhou garrison would sidetrack me and fall into a crisis.
It was because of the bloody hand divination that this Qing Gang red stick level master was still watching from nearby.
For three days, the opponent has not made a move because he felt that he was not sure and the opportunity was not enough.
The longer you endure it, the deeper you understand.
Once he takes action, it will definitely be a thunderous blow.
If we say that in the past, Bu Chen only wanted to kill Wang Yiqiao, the king of killers who had never dealt with the Qing gang.
Now, it is very likely that he will not be regarded as the first target.
When it comes to inciting hatred, Yang Lin dares to claim second place, and no one dares to claim first place.
He killed the thugs of the Qing Gang and used his blood-removing hand Bu Shen. It can be said that his hands were stained with the blood of those thugs. If he did not kill him, it would simply not be enough for the people to be angry...
So, here comes the problem again.
Since Bloody Hand Bu Chen has arrived long ago, where is he?
When will you choose to take action?
Countless thoughts flashed through my mind.
Yang Lin didn't show it.
He even acted like an unsuspecting, young and energetic boy...
After killing the Xiguan swordsman, he immediately put down his guard and chatted nonsense with the little British princess.
And, fortunately, he showed his back...
He asked himself, if it were him who wanted to hunt a powerful prey, he would naturally choose to do it when the prey was completely defenseless, preferably when it was injured and unable to move.
Bloody Hand Bu Chen probably thinks so too, right?
Well, as you wish.
The master of Xingyi Longxing Fist behind him couldn't bear it any longer. He stopped pretending and bared his fangs in a brazen attack.
Such a response...
In the shadow of a big tree beside me, there is also a figure that pounces like a tiger, with a pair of blood-red hands and fierce wind, and the strong wind hits like a wave...
Yang Lin had just turned around and used his hand as a sword to use the "Wu Yun Mei Kai" to cut back the dragon-shaped fist. What came to his face was a pair of bloody handprints, one first and one last, one yin and one yang, one up and one down towards his waist and ribs. and left neck.
As long as he gets hit by one move, relying on Bu Chen's palm power that can break iron, he may have to say goodbye to this world.
Bu Chen saw it clearly.
Five bloody finger marks had been pulled out of Yang Lin's waist.
This is hurt.
Once injured, you cannot run.
Also, Bu Chen still remembered that during the battle in the Yang Mansion, the boy opposite him used extremely strange soft fists, and his boxing skills rarely reached the realm of combining hardness and softness.
Therefore, he didn't use any tricks or tricks. He just attacked fiercely and struck in two places.
Facing this kind of opponent who is weaker in strength but has exquisite boxing skills, you need to test more, retreat when you are strong, and attack when you are tired...
If you spot the weak point, you can kill it with one strike.
His idea is actually correct.
Because, he saw that although Yang Lin didn't know why, he used a strange explosive skill to temporarily increase his power to the same level as himself.
However, this skill will definitely not last long, and will be a little weak after one blow.
This is opportunity.
Bu Chen's eyes showed a hint of viciousness and hatred, veins popped up on his forehead and neck, and his bloody hands swelled a little larger again, and he shot them down suddenly.
Boom...
Suddenly, his expression suddenly froze.
The imagined collapse situation did not occur.
The delicate boxing technique that was as soft as mud and as round as a ring did not appear, and the opponent also punched straight at him.
Those white fists are like winter turning to spring and plum blossoms blooming in the snow.
One punch turned into five postures, both hands came out together, five punches combined into one punch, and struck separately on the blood marks of his own hands.
It was actually force against force, attack against attack.
boom……
Bu Chen felt as if he was hit on an iceberg. He couldn't hit it with enough strength, but he was knocked back.
For a moment, his body that was rushing forward suddenly stopped.
There was a sound like exploding beans, and everything from the arm bones to the shoulder bones were broken.
The palm was twisted and deformed, and the white bones were exposed through the skin.
Bu Chen let out an earth-shattering scream.
Heart-pounding pain flooded into his mind, and then he saw the sneer on his opponent's face.
