Zhao Quanlong led the four younger brothers and quickly chased into the dark alley.

This Tian Dali, he is really not afraid of death, he doesn't walk the brightly lit barbecue street, and he has to hide in a small alley where no one is watching...... If you don't break five or six of his ribs, I'm sorry for his intimacy!

In the dark alley, sewage flowed sideways, garbage was everywhere, and Tian Dali stood alone in a dead end, with the not-so-bright crescent moon in the sky behind him.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhao Quanlong was suspicious.

How could Tian Dali lead himself into such a dead end?

Could it be that there is an ambush?!

Zhao Quanlong was startled, and explained to the four younger brothers in a low voice: "Be careful around!"

The four younger brothers were all students of the Zhao Family Martial Arts Pavilion, and they were Zhao Quanlong's junior disciples, so they immediately cheered up one by one and looked around.

The walls were black, and there was nothing but mottled cement and the occasional peeking of old red bricks.

After confirming that there was no ambush, Zhao Quanlong relaxed his spirits.

"Tian Dali, there is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door in hell to rush in...... Look for death!"

Zhao Quanlong pinched the bones of his hands and crackled, and a pair of eyes stared at Tian Dali, who was a little nervous, if it weren't for the behavior of this thing being too weird, which made Zhao Quanlong have some scruples, I'm afraid that at this time, Tian Dali would have been beaten to the ground!

Tian Dali pursed his lips, according to the master-level Bajiquan experience he had just obtained, he raised his hands to protect his head and chest, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

Zhao Quanlong's eyes widened violently, as if he had seen the most ridiculous joke in the world, and laughed!

"Oh, I'll go, you stupid, you have even practiced? Hahaha, Tian Dali, when did you start practicing martial arts?"

Zhao Quanlong almost burst into tears, when he hooked up with Wang Meimei, he investigated Tian Dali, and also got a lot of news from Wang Meimei's mouth.

Tian Dali is a shy wretch, let alone practicing martial arts, even if he runs a thousand meters, he can be tired and paralyzed!

The reason why Wang Meimei is willing to be with such a soft egg is entirely because Tian Dali does a better job of licking dogs than others!

After graduation, I couldn't find a job and had no income, so I asked my parents for money, and I also had to meet Wang Meimei's needs for shopping and clothes.

What woman doesn't need such a licking dog?

This kind of guy, even if he has practiced, I, Zhao Quanlong, can beat down one hundred and eighty with a wave of my hand!

Tian Dali, who was in the first formation, was a little nervous, or excited, and said in a trembling voice: "I started practicing martial arts in the afternoon." ”

Zhao Quanlong was stunned for a moment, and looked at each other with the four younger brothers.

The gods started practicing martial arts in the afternoon! Are you kidding us?!

"Negative sentiment from Zhao Quanlong +3!"

"Negative sentiment from Zhang Xiaohu +2!"

"Negative sentiment from Wang Qilin +1!"

……

In the alley, a burst of laughter erupted.

Zhao Quanlong suddenly didn't want to do it right away, like a cat playing with a mouse, he looked at Tian Dali playfully: "You started practicing martial arts in the afternoon?

By the way, Tian Dali, what kind of boxing techniques do you practice?"

"Bajiquan!"

"Oh, Bajiquan, the kung fu of the three-legged cat! This thing is outdated now, if you want to practice, you have to practice the Tiger Fist of our Tiger Martial Arts Gym!"

As he spoke, Zhao Quanlong gestured a few times towards the air, and the two fists were waving like tigers, attracting the four younger brothers to be like a tide of sycophants.

Zhao Quanlong is young, and he has already passed the assessment of an intermediate martial artist, and he can be regarded as a young talent.

He has practiced the family legend Tiger Boxing since he was a child, and under the strict supervision of his father, he has practiced three times in winter and three times in summer, and he has never fallen a day.

In terms of strength alone, Zhao Quanlong is still good, but unfortunately, he encountered the master-level Bajiquan!

Tian Dali let Zhao Quanlong provoke, there was no reaction, he didn't dare to move, as soon as he moved, the frame was scattered, who knows if it will affect the performance if it starts to fight for a while?

You know, he just copied Xia Yingxiu's skills, and the actual combat experience is still zero.

After laughing for a while, seeing that Tian Dali was still in that weird posture, Zhao Quanlong scoffed.

This bastard, do you really think that by searching for pictures on the Internet and posing for a few poses, you are practicing martial arts? Let Lao Tzu's iron fist teach him to be a man!

"Come on, cripple this idiot, let's go back and continue drinking and masturbating!"

Zhao Quanlong said hello, and a little brother behind him flew out first!

Facing the enemy who swooped over, Tian Dali's mind was blank, what moves, what routines, all disappeared, and before his brain could react, his body had already begun to move!

I saw Tian Dali's sky-high horse, and then, the soles of his feet kicked high were like splitting the heavens, and they smashed down!

With a bang, the man's shoulder was slammed right in the middle!

The other party was smashed down in an instant, lost his breath, and fainted.

"Negative sentiment from Zhang Xiaohu +399!"

Uh, that's it?

Before Tian Dali could savor the thrill of killing the enemy in seconds, the remaining three disciples of the Tiger Fist also rushed up.

Syllable!

A whip kick kicks one off.

Bang!

Shoulder bump one.

Boom!

The hammer smashed over one.

"Negative sentiment value from Wang Qilin +399!"

"Negative sentiment from Liu Da Niu +399!"

"Negative sentiment from Li Hanzhuang +399!"

……

Looking at the four little brothers who were knocked unconscious to the ground, Zhao Quanlong fell into confusion, this Tian Dali, isn't he a powerless wreck?

"Negative sentiment from Zhao Quanlong +199!"

"Boy, I really underestimate you, it turns out that you are also a practitioner!"

Zhao Quanlong gritted his teeth and paused word by word.

Tian Dali is full of confidence at this time, what bullshit and tiger fist, Lao Tzu will beat you all into sick cats!

"Tiger Fist? Three-legged cat's kung fu!"

Zhao Quanlong's words just now were returned to the original owner.

"Negative sentiment from Zhao Quanlong +199!"

"Insult me Tiger Fist, look for death!"

Lao Tzu is not one of those cats and dogs who usually practice hard, Lao Tzu is Zhao Quanlong who practices three times in winter and three times in summer!

With the arrogance of an intermediate martial artist, Zhao Quanlong shouted and put on a posture, like a tiger pounced, bringing up the cold wind, and rushed straight to Tian Dali!

Tian Dali suddenly turned to one side, and the whole person seemed to be sliding on the ice, and he directly panned over, and crashed into Zhao Quanlong's arms!

Lean on the mountain!

There was a muffled bang, and the energy was overflowing!

Zhao Quanlong, who was extremely fierce just now, was like a bouncy ball that had been slapped hard, and flew out upside down in an instant, sticking directly to the mottled wall, and slowly sliding down.

Click, the wall shook suddenly, and a waste brick quietly fell and smashed on Zhao Quanlong's head.

Zhao Quanlong squirted a mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

"Negative sentiment from Zhao Quanlong +599!"

Tian Dali panted slightly, looked at his results with satisfaction, and walked with a crab step...... Damn, the ligament in the crotch is strained!