Ding He didn't think about it anymore, came back to his senses, looked at the old knife standing in front of him, and was on guard again. The old knife's eyes were round, his face was hideous, he raised his fists and made a starting pose, with the action of raising his hand, the muscles kept shaking, and the tiger tattoo on his chest seemed to come to life.

"What are you doing? Fighting is forbidden here, don't you know?" The two security guards walked out with batons in their hands, and shouted loudly at Ding He and the two who were about to fight each other.

The two were originally wary of each other, but when they heard this shout, they were instantly distracted. Ding He is okay, although he is unhappy, it doesn't matter. The old knife is not good, and the momentum that has been brewing is interrupted by force.

The old knife turned around, looked at the two security guards who were shouting, and roared in a tyrannical voice: "Are you two looking for death?"

"You girl, what are you yelling about...... two security guards had already come closer, and when they heard the roar, they wanted to scold back, but when they looked up and saw the old knife, they stammered instantly, "Knife...... Brother, right...... You...... Busy, I'm ...... Just get out!"

The old knife was originally on fire, but when he saw that the other party was soft, he really couldn't send it out, so he could only scold and say: "Hurry up, the farther the better!"

"Okay, Brother Dao, let's get out!" The two of them were swaggering just now, but now they can only be discouraged, trotting towards the restaurant with their tails between their legs.

Lao Dao looked at the two of them running away, helpless in his heart, turned around, continued to look at Ding He, and said fiercely: "I'm going to start, kid!"

Ding He didn't say a word, but just waved at the old knife with his right hand, looking provocative.

The old knife had fire in his heart, no longer hesitated, and kicked the ground with his right foot, like a cannonball, shooting towards Ding He. Approaching Ding He's body, the old knife clenched his fist with his left hand and struck it out, heading straight for Ding He's head.

Ding He could have dodged, but Ding He was ready to take the opponent's punch and weigh the opponent's strength. Ding He's right leg retreated half a step, his body squatted slightly, his right hand clenched his fist and bent his elbow, and his accumulation reached the maximum, and he hit the old knife fist.

"Bang!" the two fists slammed into each other with a muffled sound.

The old knife was shocked and took a step back, and Ding He leaned on his right leg to support it, but moved back a little. After the two separated, they both moved their fists, and felt a pain and numbness in the fist joints.

Through this punch, Ding He generally perceived the general strength of the old knife. In terms of strength alone, the old knife is slightly better than himself, but the comparison is not only about strength, but also about comprehensive ability, such as speed, flexibility, etc.

"Hmph, this kid's strength is quite big!" The old knife seemed to be easy, but from his constantly moving fists, it could be known that this punch was not easy for him.

Ding He took a deep breath, clenched his fists again, and said coldly to the other party: "Don't talk nonsense!

When the words fell, Ding He took a step forward, clenched his hands into fists, and struck the old knife left and right. The old knife took a step to the left, trying to dodge Ding He's right fist. Ding He found that his observation was correct, the other party's right arm was really not very flexible, which was a big flaw.

But the old knife knows himself better and understands that his right hand is a flaw, so he protects the right side very well. used the dodge and movement of the small space to avoid Ding He's right fist as much as possible, and even did not hesitate to exchange injuries for injuries.

After a few moves, Ding He knew that the system did not lie to himself, although the other party was quite strong, he could restrain the other party very well. The old knife was sweating on his forehead at this time, but he didn't expect Ding He to look thin and weak, and it was so difficult.

Ding He was entangled with the old knife, and suddenly felt a burst of mania, took a deep breath, held his breath, and pressed this breath to his lower abdomen.

"Drink!" Ding He shouted, his movements were faster, and his right fist was like lightning, and he slammed out quickly.

The old knife reacted relatively quickly and wanted to block with his fist, but Ding He's punch speed was too fast. As soon as the old knife raised his arm, Ding He had already punched him.

"Bang!" the old knife arm blocked the punch, but unfortunately it was passive.

It could have been hit in the chest of the old knife, but this punch was really heavy, and Ding He chose to change places. Ding He's punch with full strength smashed into the crook of the old knife's right arm, and he heard a sound of "click" bone rubbing.

"Uh......" The old knife snorted, and his right arm naturally drooped as if it had been broken, and his forearm shook slightly as his body twisted.

Yang Bingbing, who was on the side, had been frightened all the time, squinting at Ding He's side. Seeing that the two of them were fighting back and forth, Yang Bingbing's heart kept pinching, and his eyes followed Ding He closely, for fear that something would go wrong. Seeing this scene, Yang Bingbing excitedly shouted: "yes, I won!

Zhang Xuanyan heard Yang Bingbing's voice, couldn't believe it, and secretly poked her head out from behind Qin Qing and glanced at it quietly. When she saw the end of the fight, Zhang Xuanyan became excited, like a child, jumped up and shouted excitedly: "Win, great, win! The senior is so powerful, he won!"

Ding He looked at the old knife, didn't make any more moves, sighed and said, "You can do it yourself! Just those people under your command will only drag you down!"

"Hey...... If you have the ability to beat me, don't talk about my brother!" At this time, the old knife was still hard-mouthed, and Ding He was not allowed to say that he was a brother.

Ding He looked at the old knife at this time, his brows furrowed slightly because of the pain, but he didn't cry out in pain. Admiring that the old knife is a famous man, Ding He didn't say anything more, so he left a sentence: "Do it yourself!"

After speaking, Ding He turned around, ignored the old knife, and walked towards the three girls.

"Senior, it's amazing!" Zhang Xuanyan looked like a little fan girl, grabbed Ding He's arm, and shook it excitedly.

Yang Bingbing looked Ding He up and down, and asked with concern: "Senior, are you okay?"

Ding He moved his limbs and replied with a smile: "Look, isn't this okay?

Qin Qing's eyes flickered, he looked at Ding He, and asked seriously: "Senior, is there anything else you can't do?" Singing is good, you can write songs, you can also write novels, and you can fight so badly. ”

Ding He scratched his head and said modestly, "Haha...... There's a lot more I won't have!"

"I didn't see it, I feel like the senior is so powerful!" Qin Qing looked at Ding He gently and said with a smile.

"Okay, let's go in and talk!It's too hot outside!" Ding He pointed to the door of the barbecue building and said with a smile at the three of them.

Zhang Xuanyan nodded again and again, and said cutely: "Yes, go back quickly, I haven't eaten yet!"

Ding He led the three girls, and the moment they walked in from the gate, the entire barbecue building was silent. Everyone looked at Ding He blankly, and couldn't believe that Ding He walked back unharmed. All the guests looked at Ding He and them in a daze, returned to their places and sat down, and then began to discuss.