One person in the room handed the soup, and another person was ready to take it.
He looked happy and happy.
Just like the host is hospitable and the guest is polite, both parties are like close friends.
But I don’t know why.
Everyone felt that the brightly lit theater lobby seemed to be dimmed and filled with ghosts.
Even the most ignorant of martial arts.
You can also feel the inexplicable hidden murderous intention in it.
Gong Baosen's eyes had narrowed to a thin line, and he looked at the soup bowl without blinking, with an expression on his face that seemed to be filled with memories.
Huo Yuanjia, who was sick, also came to watch the competition.
In the previous battle between Yang Lin and Gong Baosen, the fight was fierce and passionate, but his expression was indifferent and he didn't react much.
When he saw Ding Lianshan serving the soup, his whole body bowed slightly, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
"Yuan Jia, what is this?"
Nong Jingsun asked quietly from the side.
He didn't understand.
When Ding Lianshan appeared, he thought the old man was very kind, which was completely inconsistent with his nickname and reputation.
He defeated his junior brother and almost sent the father and daughter away with a knife.
He was actually kind enough to offer a bowl of soup?
What a nice guy.
Next, he was confused.
I have absolutely no idea what Ding Lianshan is doing in the field, and why he is so slow when carrying a bowl, like an old man named Long Zhong.
After all this time, my arms are still slowly stretching forward...
If you really don't want to part with that bowl of snake soup, just keep it and drink it yourself, why are you so stingy?
"Awesome, murderous intentions are hidden, thunder can be heard in silent places, there are no false warriors under the great reputation..."
Huo Yuanjia exclaimed and changed his words again, "Master Yang is even more powerful. I heard that after the cultivation level reaches a certain level, a strange mental state will appear. He will not see or hear, and will avoid danger...
I don't know what kind of situation he is in now, but it must be similar. "
Huo Yuanjia understood clearly.
Gong Baosen also understood.
In fact, there were some practitioners present, and they could all see the silent exchange between the two of them as they passed the soup to each other, and they didn't even dare to express their anger.
Unable to understand, affected by this atmosphere, he also breathed very lightly, for fear of disturbing the invisible confrontation between the two people.
Of course, no one understands it as clearly as Ding Lianshan himself.
He was dismayed to find that the eagle shape on his right hand changed continuously into a bear, tiger, swallow, and harrier;
The left hand was in the shape of a snake, taking the form of a trapped dragon ascending into the sky, and then turning into a horse and running like a monkey, but there was never any opportunity to make a move.
Yang Lin stretched out his hand to take the soup bowl, like a big hand covering the sky...
The five fingers are like swords, and the edge of the palm is like a knife.
Elbows swaying, Tianmen quietly closed.
Ding Lianshan's hands changed twelve shapes in a row, moving towards the killer, but there was no single move that was sure to penetrate the opponent's right hand.
Before he took action, he felt extremely frustrated.
Ding Lianshan is known as the Ghost of Guandong.
He kills people all his life and never makes a second move.
Either don't take action, or you will be killed if you go out, and you won't look back until you see blood.
This was the first time he saw someone who could reach out casually, and even his desire to take action disappeared.
'Junior Brother Gong was defeated unjustly. '
Ding Lianshan sighed secretly, his eyes suddenly turned sharp, the soup bowl retracted slightly, and he said: "Master Yang, please be careful if you burn your hands. Take it."
He left the soup bowl with his left hand, turned his right hand slightly, stretched the back of his hand upwards, held up the soup bowl, and brought it straight over.
The ring finger and little finger are slightly bent, and the middle two fingers are stretched forward like a sword.
One step further.
Floor tiles chipped.
This style is a secret that is not taught in the Xingyi Sect...
Because the distance is too close, the sword finger can be poked to the right, stabbing the forehead and gouging out the eyes.
It can also be turned into a fist, hit the throat, and hang on the chest.
At the same time, he can also cut his neck with his palm.
The number changes in one formula and cannot be guessed.
Moreover, Ding Lianshan had held Yang Lin up high beforehand and asked him if he wanted to drink a bowl of soup, and then all the previous affairs could be wiped out.
If Yang Lin gives in now and refuses to take the bowl or drink the soup, it will naturally be a great loss of face.
However, since Yang Lin's debut, he has built a reputation for being invincible. No matter how you look at it, he doesn't seem to have the temperament to give in and admit defeat. Even if he loses, he will not do it.
Being in Shanghai, fighting in all directions.
What he wants is to use a pair of fists to beat the barbarians to their knees and make the world surrender.
How could he be so frightened by an old ghost hiding in the darkness that he dared not even drink the soup?
Word spread, and the reputation was so bad.
Seeing that the soup bowl was almost reaching his mouth, Yang Lin suddenly smiled.
He took a gentle breath, as if smelling the strong fragrance of the snake soup, and an intoxicated look appeared on his face.
Huo Yuanjia could see clearly, but he saw Yang Lin's chest was slightly bulging and his eyes were slightly bloodshot.
His outstretched right hand seemed to have become unstable. It was obviously very slow, but it gave people an indescribable feeling of speed.
"Speed or slow depends on the heart, and everything can change in an instant... Swallowing the weather in one gulp is already amazing. I am far inferior to him."
He looked at Yang Lin with a complicated expression as he took the soup bowl, raised his head and drank it slowly, swallowed, and said hello again.
I also saw Ding Lianshan's sword pointing to his right hand, and his hand shape changed three times in an instant...
In the shadow, Yang Lin seemed to have made a move, or he might not have made a move.
There was no movement.
Just drink a bowl of soup every now and then.
…
Wait until the bottom of the bowl turns upward.
Ding Lianshan suddenly backed away, made a weak salute with his fists clasped, and pushed the cart back again.
As he walked, he coughed lightly and shouted loudly: "Master Yang has taken part in creation, and his boxing skills have reached a wonderful level. Ding is ashamed of himself, old man, old man."
Everyone roared in unison.
Putting on such a posture, he offered a bowl of soup, then admitted defeat and left.
This old man is really nervous...
Is he really the master of Xingyi?
There were many people present who, like Nong Jinsun, could not understand the confrontation in the field. At this time, they were all speechless and had no idea what kind of evil moth Ding Lianshan was playing.
"Look at his hands."
Someone with extraordinary eyesight reminded him quietly.
Everyone looked carefully at Ding Lianshan's right hand as he handed the soup, and then discovered in horror... Ding Lianshan's right hand, which was originally covered by the sleeve of his long robe, was fine before, but now it was bleeding profusely.
The fingers were folded, revealing the dense white bones.
The hand no longer looked like a human hand, but like a bloody mess with an unclear shape after being crushed by a sledgehammer.
"That's right. Why did he inexplicably deliver a bowl of soup and then retreat inexplicably? It turns out that we had already fought, but it's a pity that I didn't understand."
A fat-bellied merchant stood there with a look of realization on his face.
"According to rumors, the Xingyi Bagua Gate in the north is bright and dark, one face and one lizi.
Give someone a cigarette to save face.
Just kill one person.
Gong Baosen is all about face. He usually lives high in the temple, meets guests and friends from all over the world, and his majesty is unparalleled.
And Li Zi is Ding Lianshan. He is a ghost in the darkness. He never appears in front of others in glory and has no reputation.
Anyone who had seen him take action was either dead or disabled.
Whatever he should do or shouldn't do, he would do it. "
"Yes, how could such a person who was responsible for the dark side of the sect watch helplessly as Gong Baosen suffered a miserable defeat?
He had to take action no matter what. The previous soup was just a trap. "
Hearing everyone's discussion, some people around who couldn't understand were all oohing and ahhing.
Looking at Yang Lin, he was in awe.
Someone has set a trap, but this person is good at not rejecting or avoiding.
Instead, he boldly jumped into the trap.
He even drank a bowl of soup, exposing his throat, chest, lower abdomen and other vital parts to the sinister and dangerous Ding Lianshan.
'I'll let you attack, but you won't be able to get in. '
Although he didn't say a word, his actions and body movements undoubtedly showed his attitude.
Then, while drinking soup, not only did he catch Ding Lianshan's dangerous blow, but he also broke one of his hands without any sound.
This is the master among masters, the master among masters.
The difference in realm and strength between the two people who serve the soup and drink the soup cannot be calculated based on speculation.
Not on the same level at all.
