is more standard than Donnie Yen's two-word tongs sheep and horses, and at first glance it sounds awesome.

But in fact, it is not surprising, because although Donnie Yen is an action martial arts star, he does not really know Wing Chun.

His Wing Chun style in the movie should have been taught by Ip Man's eldest son, Ye Zhun. But he was only taught routines, short-term training, and some movie Wing Chun plays, which were already very common for Wing Chun disciples.

But even if I knew this, I wouldn't dare to slack off.

Even the man in front of him was crazy, one sleeve was still empty, one leg was still shaking, and his face was covered with clotted blood.

After all, Fu Longxing has given me a preventive shot, and this product is not light or heavy now, and it often breaks people's ribs. If I don't pay much attention to this, it will really be melon peel.

"Drink!" Meng Tianlie shouted violently, and violently swung his remaining left arm to punch.

It's so fast!

Forget it, the distance of the punch swing is only about 10 centimeters, which greatly shortens the time and action of the exaggerated rotation arm swing.

I didn't even think about it, and directly crossed my hands in an "X" shape in front of my face.

This is really playful, as soon as it comes, it will be slapped in the face, and it will be aimed at the bridge of the nose!

"Smack!"

I only felt the bones of my arm tremble, and a force that almost overwhelmed me on the spot, and the whole person staggered back a few steps.

Before he could react, he followed with his horse steps, repeating the monotonous but extremely violent fist.

The closing punch only received about 10 centimeters, followed by the punch.

Even with only one hand, the offensive was so continuous that I had no power to fight back.

I had to concentrate and concentrate my energy and attention to be able to barely figure out how to block.

The face, the heart, the ribs, the sternum, the gods, the throat, he didn't let go of any of these places.

I was terrified when I stepped on the horse, and I felt a pain and tingling in my arms. The soreness didn't seem to come from the muscles, but from the bones.

"What are you kidding?" I was beaten so much that I almost jumped to scold my mother.

Even if there is one less arm, Meng Tianlie still has his left hand. Obviously, he is not left-handed, and his left hand should not be as good as his right hand, both in terms of strength and reaction speed.

In addition, because of his leg injury, his lower disc was unstable, and the basic mechanical structure of Wing Chun was not satisfactory at all, and it was difficult to combine the strength of the fourteen joints.

So Lao Tzu was hung and beaten?

"Bang bang bang!"

Meng Tianlie threw a frantic punch, hitting my arm with a series of muffled sounds.

Rao was the one who tried his best, and I couldn't parry his one-handed attack like a storm.

"Smack!" I was punched in the upper part of the chest, and all I felt was a huge rock.

The pain in his chest was terrible, as if something had been torn from the horse's body. It was dark in front of me, and I could barely keep up with my breathing.

I staggered backwards and fell, "banging" into a stall.

And that's not all, all I can do is feel a fishy smell in my throat and a stream of blood rushing up.

Coughing so much that tears flowed from my eyes, I finally cleared my throat and spat out a small stream of scarlet blood.

Really, seeing that little puddle of blood on the ground, I was stupefied, and my mind went blank.

In movies, I often see people who vomit blood at every turn, but this is the first time I have seen it in my life.

I panicked, my first reaction was that my internal organs were damaged, would I die when I stepped on the horse?

But I reacted instantly, and that punch shouldn't have hit the guts.

"The blood is bright red, it should be a ruptured esophagus!" I quickly came to a conclusion based on what I had learned, and I stood up with a strong back.

Meng Tianlie didn't give up and continued to attack me, the key was that I was too far away from him. He was crazy, and even though he was laughing maniacally, he rushed at me, shouting "Kill you!"

However, he seriously neglected his own legs, and when he took such a big step, he fell to the ground before he could take two steps.

Meng Tianlie covered his legs, grinning and gasping, his face full of dirt wrinkled.

Damn, take advantage of your illness to kill you!

Regardless of three-seven-twenty-one, let's subdue him first.

Thinking so, I slammed into him, and without hesitation, I threw a punch between his lumbar and sacral vertebrae!

The sound of "snapping" shook my hand bones and felt a faint numbness.

Meng Tianlie screamed miserably, and in this case, he could still give a crisp elbow blow backwards.

My Nima cheeks were beaten straight and my head and mouth were crooked. My neck was twisted for a while, and I didn't say anything about breaking my mouth, and I also felt that my teeth were soft, and there were signs of crumbling loss.

"Damn, mad dog!" I was really anxious, and I couldn't care about anything if I hit the real fire.

No matter how awesome a person is, his physiological structure will not change!

I didn't care about the terrible smell and smell of alcohol, so I gave up my fist and slammed an elbow directly down on Meng Tianlie's spine.

With a crisp sound of "pop", Meng Tianlie cried in pain, and the whole person suddenly pulled into a bow.

"Let go, Lao Tzu admits defeat, his skills are not as good as others, and he is willing to bow to the wind!" He was so painful that his voice was trembling, but his voice was still very loud, and he did not lose his momentum at all.

My eyes widened, and my whole body was about to petrify.

Uncle, what kind of dialogue is you doing like a martial arts movie?

And you don't distinguish between green and red dates, and you will beat me when you come up. Lao Tzu was beaten by you and ruptured his esophagus, and now it is still hot and painful, and you still have the confidence to let me go?

To say that people are crazy is really unreasonable.

I hesitated to watch, for fear that as soon as I let go, he would suddenly burst out and kill me on the spot.

After all, how can I guess the mind of a madman?

But it doesn't seem to be what I think, Meng Tianlie should really honestly admit defeat.

After letting go of him, Meng Tianlie covered his spine and limped back to the corner to sit against the wall, still muttering: "If Lao Tzu wasn't so drunk that he didn't have the strength, he wouldn't have smashed your head?"

I listened to it straight to my teeth, this Nima broke his hand and was lame, and his feelings were still too drunk to make me reluctant to win?

I seriously suspected that he had masochistic tendencies, as he began to shout again that he hadn't played so well in a long time.

I tried to communicate with him, but Meng Tianlie just yelled for a drink, and he didn't bother to talk to me too much.

After saying this, he directly closed his eyes and snored.

I was dumbfounded, and finally I could only sigh and get up: "Forget it, buy wine, buy wine." ”

I went to the nearest wine shop and bought half a catty of plum wine and half a catty of mulberry wine.

It's all a bargain brewed by the store, fifteen yuan a catty.

After waking Meng Tianlie up, he actually took a sip and spit out my head and face directly in the form of a water mist.

I was so annoyed that I wiped my face and glared at him fiercely: "You're not crazy at all when you step on a horse, you want to humiliate me, right?!"