In the snow in front of the cabin, a young man was dressed in a thin wooden stake, although the cold winter had come, but this thinly dressed young man was sweating profusely, and some pale skin was also flushed red, and his hands, which should have been immature at this age, were extremely rough and full of calluses.

The old man sat in front of the wooden house, holding this pot of wine a little, looking very intoxicated, but his messy appearance did not give people any feeling of being drunk today, but like a muddy wine basket.

Looking at them one by one, this scene seems to be imprinted under this nameless mountain.

I don't know how long it took, the old man got up a little tremblingly, he walked to the young man and said, "Abin, don't fight." ”

After listening to the old man's words, the young man put away his fist, wiped the sweat on his forehead and said, "Master, it's cold this day, I'll give you a dozen to warm up." ”

The old man seemed to be unhappy and said, "It's really a martial artist's life." Although he said this, there was a slight smile in his words.

After hearing this, the young man smiled innocently and did not refute anything.

The old man slowly pulled away from his posture, waved his hand at the young man and said, "Come and treat me as the stake, we will make a move." ”

The young man looked at the old man who was trembling when he walked, shook his head and said, "I don't fight." ”

The old man blew his beard and glared and said, "Don't be a mother-in-law, I tell you to beat, you can beat, how can you be like a girl." ”

When the young man heard the old man's words, he seemed to be in a hurry, and raised his fist and stabbed the old man fiercely.

The old man faced the fist that almost brought out the sound of breaking the wind, stretched out his hand like dead wood, and instantly pushed it on the young man's wrist, and then seemed to be a light spread, and changed the direction of the young man's fist in this way.

The young man saw that his punch did not work, and only felt that his body was touched by the old man like this, as if he had lost his balance, and he hurriedly threw a second punch again.

But this punch was already a little weak because of the unstable center of gravity of his body, and was blocked by the old man more easily.

The young man only felt that the power of his fist did not hit the old man's body, but hit his body, and his body could no longer support it, so he sat on the snow with his ass, he rubbed his somewhat sour arm and said, "Master, I can't beat you." ”

The old man smiled, touched his beard and said, "Do you want to learn?"

The young man's eyes lit up and he said, "Yes." ”

The old man nodded slightly, and said with his hands behind his back: "This is called the seventy-second hand of the Chen family, I can promise to teach you, but you must remember this point, this trick is not a matter of life and death, and it cannot be used, otherwise it will bring you trouble." ”

When the boy heard this, he nodded vigorously, got up and patted the snow on himself.

The old man seemed to be the reason why he had just hit those hands, his expression was a little pale, and he said: "At the latest, three years at the latest, you will have to learn these seventy-two hands, if you have time, I must teach you Tiangang Boxing, but I'm afraid that this old thing won't last until that time." ”

After listening to the old man's words, the young man's originally excited expression slowly dimmed, and he smiled: "Master, your body is still very tough, and tomorrow I will go up the mountain to pick ginseng for you." ”

The old man shook his head, he touched the young man's head and said, "Abin, do you remember what I once said to you?"

"Martial arts in the world are only fast and unbreakable!" the young man said catchily.

The old man nodded and said with a look of relief: "This Chen family is seventy-second-hand, you only need to remember this point, if it is not fast enough, then use your strength!"

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On the only way up the mountain, Abin slowly clenched his fists and muttered such a sentence in his mouth.

Yang Fenghuo looked coldly at Ah Bin, who didn't know what he was muttering, the reason why he stimulated Ah Bin so much was undoubtedly to stimulate all of Ah Bin's fighting spirit, he wanted to know how much potential this young man had, he continued: "If I don't take back the sentence just now, what will happen to you?"

"You will never be able to speak. Abin's expression was extremely cold, and his voice was even colder.

The sky was bright, as if something had been awakened, and the sun showed a small tip of the head.

"Then it depends on whether you have the strength or not. Yang Fenghuo said.

Ah Bin moved, but instead of rushing towards Yang Fenghuo as always, he walked towards Yang Fenghuo step by step, taking every step extremely lightly, changing his initial routine.

Yang Fenghuo looked at this unusual Ah Bin, and did not sneer, but his expression slowly sank, as if from this young man's body, at this moment he smelled a hint of danger, he felt that this was a very unbelievable thing, he would rather believe that it was just an illusion.

Finally, Abin slowly walked to Yang Fenghuo's attack distance, this distance Yang Fenghuo could easily exert his iron fist, and Abin's wild path had lost any effect at this distance.

Yang Feng moved, his body exerted his strength violently, and his fist stabbed at Abin fiercely.

When Yang Fenghuo thought that it was absolutely impossible for Abin to take such a punch, he only felt that his wrist was directly held by something, and the power of his fist that stabbed at Abin seemed to be suddenly transferred and dispersed, and he even felt that he could no longer control his strength.

The first punch fell short like this, and Ah Bin swung a backhand, Yang Fenghuo only felt that his body was being pumped towards Ah Bin, and he hit the second punch in a little panic.

Ah Bin let go of Yang Fenghuo's hand, his hand grabbed Yang Fenghuo's fist like a sharp claw, and then spread it out very easily, and then a fierce punch fell on Yang Fenghuo's chest, Yang Fenghuo, who had lost his center of gravity, didn't have time to react, and he took such a punch.

He frowned, took a step back, and reflexively pumped one leg towards Ah Bin, but Ah Bin seemed to have been prepared to dodge this leg, but instead grabbed his push directly with one hand, and violently exerted force, Yang Fenghuo's body fell to Ah Bin as if he was falling freely.

Ah Bin slowly clenched his fists, and he was ready to attack, and Yang Fenghuo of course directly fell to Ah Bin like this, what would he face, he was in a hurry, and threw such a punch, but he came to his senses when he swung it, but it was too late, he found that he was serious, if this punch was on Abin, what would happen, Yang Fenghuo knew too well.

But it was too late.

In the face of this fist, Ah Bin wanted to borrow seventy-two hands to spread out this punch, but for a moment, the intuition in his heart told him that he couldn't spread this punch, this punch was completely different from the fist that Yang Fenghuo had just made, but the fist had reached a distance that he couldn't dodge at the moment.

Yang Fenghuo was already desperate, because he found that Abin had missed the best opportunity to dodge this punch, and at this moment he could not recover this punch.

Abin moved, his fist slowly reversed, and it spun violently, as if a bullet was directly aimed at Yang Fenghuo's fist.

The two fists were put together like this, making a muffled sound, and because of the strength of each other's fists, their bodies seemed to touch some spring, and they instantly separated for a long distance.

Only this time, Abin is on top and Yang Fenghuo is below.

Yang Fenghuo looked at Abin in disbelief, he looked at his reddened fist, he couldn't imagine that Abin blocked his almost unreserved iron fist, and instead of dodging the past, he directly blocked it in the most primitive and violent way, he was in a trance for a while, and suddenly thought of Abin's fist reversal action, he looked at Abin thoughtfully.

Abin also bounced away, Yang Fenghuo's brutal fist power made him almost fall, he was extremely reluctant to stabilize his body, only to feel that his fist seemed to burst open, he was glad in his heart that he had not tried to spread this punch just now, because his seventy-two hands could not spread out this powerful punch.

The fear of the man in front of him deepened in his heart, if this man had used all his strength at the beginning, he would never have been able to support him for so long.

This ray of sunlight shone on Yang Fenghuo's face, and Ah Bin really saw Yang Fenghuo's appearance, this is an ordinary to ordinary face, but combined with the man's punch just now, Abin only felt that this face was terrifying, or the thing disguised under this face was terrifying.

"The Chen family is seventy-two, the Luo family's Tiangang Fist, who are you, or who is your master?" Yang Fenghuo said with a gloomy face, his face was extremely solemn.

Ah Bin was a little surprised, he couldn't imagine that this man just looked at him and accurately said his hole cards, obviously this was what he was most worried about, because he remembered the old man's advice, or knew the origin of the seventy-two days of the Chen family.

Yang Fenghuo looked at Abin, who was nervous, and suddenly seemed to understand something, and slowly let go of the fist that was still clenched and said: "Since you have something unspeakable, then I won't continue to ask, I know a little bit about the story between the seventy-two hands of the Chen family and the Luo family's Tiangang fist, but don't worry, I am just an outsider, and I don't want to cause trouble to myself." ”

Hearing Yang Fenghuo's words, Abin secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, although he couldn't absolutely believe this man, but he always felt that this man didn't look like those sinister villains who were calculating behind his back, he said: "Thank you, you can be merciful to my subordinates." ”

After hearing this, Yang Fenghuo smiled and said: "I don't think I have any mercy, but now it seems that you won, she is the top of the mountain, you go." ”

Seeing that this man let him go like this, Abin felt a little more good in his heart, and more of a feeling of sympathy, although he was not a hero.

"Let's go, but she's just a wayward child, if she disappoints you, please don't resent her so much, I'll wait for you down the mountain. Yang Fenghuo said, leaving a back for Ah Bin, and silently walked down the mountain, but when he turned around, he sighed deeply, perhaps because he knew what Ah Bin was facing.