Ye Han asked, "Why do you have to defeat me?"

The man said, "Because I took money from others." ”

Ye Han snorted lightly and said with a smile: "Yes, some people really don't talk about rules and morals for money!

The man laughed, "When you are trampled under my feet, I may tell you." ”

Ye Han sighed and said, "Then let the horse come over!"

The wind is blowing, and the dealers in the fields are swaying with the wind, like girls in yellow clothes, dancing on a rainy night.

Ye Han tried to concentrate his attention, but found that he couldn't concentrate at all.

When it comes to duels with people, the most taboo thing is distraction.

If you are restless, you will always be harmed by yourself.

The man's eyes were full of the belief that he would win, he was entrusted by others to come for money, and if he accepted other people's money, he would definitely win.

But Ye Han's eyes were very confused, he had just seen the charred corpse, and he saw that the friend he recognized was willing to fall, at this time, he no longer had any certainty of victory.

He knew that if he didn't hurry up and concentrate on the gods, he would probably be defeated by this mysterious person, and maybe even buried in his hands.

He shook his head vigorously, but his head was numb.

The rain kept falling, hitting him in the face, but it only made him sober up slightly.

And the wind is too light to take away his endless troubles.

The man was wearing a pair of cowhide gloves and kept staring at the position where Ye Han was about to make a move.

In the duel between masters, what both sides are staring at will never be each other's faces, each other's mouths, each other's noses and each other's eyes.

What they are always staring at is where the other party is about to make a move.

He knew that Ye Han's hands were terrifying, and at any time, a deadly weapon would fly out, and the battle would be resolved in an instant.

Therefore, he had to wait until Ye Han made a move and dodge immediately.

But at this moment, Ye Han was just staring at the man's face, as if he wanted to see clearly who this person was.

On a rainy night, in a foggy sky, he couldn't see anything, and the only thing he saw was a black figure.

Suddenly, Ye Han's phone rang, who called, he didn't want to answer anymore.

But the bell was still ringing in his ears, and the music focused him, and he didn't seem to think about the things he had been experiencing lately.

But at this moment, an iron fist was already attacking his face.

When did this man rush over, Ye Han didn't pay attention, he only knew that his speed was very fast, a little ridiculously fast.

He had never met anyone who shot so fast.

He jerked his head sideways, only to hear a "whoosh".

The wind carried by the iron fist passed through his ears and pierced the air.

Ye Han lowered his waist and threw a heavy punch towards the opponent's left lower flank.

The man bent his elbow to block, but he didn't know that Ye Han suddenly retracted his fist, and his right fist hit his right lower flank.

The trick just now was a complete false move.

The man frowned, he didn't expect that the person he had to deal with would be so difficult.

However, because Ye Han was in a hurry to give the other party a hard blow, he didn't expect that his right lower flank had also been exposed to the opponent's attack range.

And the man saw that he couldn't dodge anymore, and he was no longer willing to dodge, so he riveted his strength and attacked Ye Han's right lower flank.

only heard the sound of "bang", the sound had not dissipated, and the man's left fist also hit Ye Han.

But at this moment, the residual momentum of his left fist gradually dissipated, but his right foot had already accumulated enough strength, and it was fiercely pumped towards Ye Han's left lower flank.

His speed was so fast that Ye Han didn't even react, he could only bend his elbows and wrists to barely parry.

Then, the two flew to one side each, fell, and rolled.

In the end, the man stopped on the path, and then slowly stood up, and Ye Han actually fell into the field.

His whole body was covered in mud.

His ribs were broken.

His left elbow was already in excruciating pain from parrying the man's right leg.

But the man's ribs were only on the verge of breaking.

Ye Han didn't use all his strength just now, he just wanted to repel the man and end the battle as soon as possible, but he didn't expect that this man still saw the flaw.

And the man seems to have used all his strength to knock the other person down.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and after the man stood up, he looked at Ye Han wrapped in black mud in the field, gritted his teeth and whispered: "At your level, you can actually fight?" It's really embarrassing, waste!"

The word "waste" was like a sharp knife, stabbing Ye Han's heart cone fiercely.

He hated these two words, and since he was a child, he didn't know how many times he had heard it, and others called him a waste.

When he was young, he was sick and weak, and his peers always bullied him, so he preferred to suffer a little bit himself.

But he always worked hard in the dark, worked hard in the dark.

Over time, he has slowly outpaced a lot of people.

Until now, no one has been able to say that he is a waste, and he is not allowed to be called a waste.

The man standing on the path, looking down at the field, his eyes full of disdain.

He thought to himself that the man in the field had been whipped hard by his right leg, and it must be impossible to get up again.

He has enough confidence in his right leg.

He thought that his 150,000 yuan would be so easily obtained, and he felt an inexplicable pleasure in his heart.

He snorted softly and slowly turned around, ready to leave, knowing that his mission was done, and that he would not have to deal with the rest of the matter.

But at that moment he heard a man who was weak*.

His pupils suddenly contracted. Turning around suddenly, he saw that Ye Han had crawled out of the field and slowly stood in front of him.

His whole being was polluted by mud, but pollution also had the benefit of pollution, because at this moment, there was nothing in this world that he was afraid of.

The corners of Ye Han's mouth were dripping blood.

Tears flow into the mouth and are salty.

But when the blood from the corners of the mouth flows into the mouth, it is bitter.

He had shed more than a lot of blood, but he had suffered all that kind of suffering, and how could he not bear today's suffering.

Finally, he opened his mouth, his teeth were red with blood, and from his grinning mouth, a sentence emerged: "It's not over yet, do you want to leave?"

The man was dumbfounded, and he didn't know what force had made him crawl out of the mud.

Muddy has the benefit of being muddy, because the person who can crawl out of the mud will always be much stronger than others think.

Ye Han stared at him, suddenly stared, and rushed towards him.

Not to be outdone, the man clenched his iron fist and rushed towards Ye Han.

The two of them punched and kicked each other on a rainy night.

The fist is always in the weakest position of the opponent and the most sensitive pain nerves.

However, Ye Han's attack point seemed to be more accurate than that of the man.

After a few minutes of back and forth, the two separated again, and then each threw a punch with all their might.

In the air, only a loud "bang" was heard, and where the two fists converged, there seemed to be an eternal spark.

Then, only Ye Han was heard roaring, his fist rushed forward, and the man's fist was actually scattered like this.

The man staggered back, then covered his right hand behind his back, and the five fingers of the punch trembled in the rain.

The man suddenly felt that his whole body began to ache, and he found that when he hit Ye Han, he used his fist. And when Ye Han attacked himself, he used the tip of the joint between his fists.

In his heart, he suddenly had a feeling that he was about to fail, because he already felt that the acupuncture point in his body somewhere had been hit by Ye Han, and his body could no longer maintain such a large energy consumption.

Failure is always the most painful.

He has failed many times, from the altar of champions, from the lives of rich people, from the camp of masters, and now, he cannot accept such defeats.

He bit his lower lip, and his lower lip had been bitten, and then he roared violently, and rushed towards the stone bench on the side of the path with his back to Ye Han.

Ye Han thought that he was going to run away, so he took a step and chased after him, but his eyes no longer left this person's right leg.

When he runs, he still takes a step with his left foot and slowly drags his right foot over, like a cripple.

But Ye Han already knew that this leg was fake lame.

The pain allowed him to concentrate, and he had seen the man's soul clearly.

He knew that this man's right leg was terrible, very scary.

I only saw that Jiang Yuzhang was about to run to the stone bench at the moment, he jumped suddenly, stepped on the stone bench with his left foot, and then the whole body was reversed, and his right leg came to an arc-shaped big swing tail, this calf seemed to gather the strength of a thousand catties, and slashed towards Ye Han's neck.

Jiang Yuzhang seems to have used all his strength on this leg, and this time he is unsuccessful, and he will become benevolent.

The wind was tearing, and before the rain fell to the ground, it was blown away by this leg in the air and flew more than ten meters away.

Anyone who gets struck by this leg will be killed on the spot.

But Ye Han was different, he had already prepared.