As soon as the two joined hands, everyone was stunned on the spot.

Originally, I thought that Yan Leng was a fancy shelf, but I didn't expect that he really had real kung fu, the horse was steady, just look at the iron bridge board, Yan Leng took Yang Hu's flying foot head-on, and stood firmly on the spot, as if his feet were rooted. immediately swept the hall legs, forcing Yang Hu to jump away.

Yan Leng had already thought clearly about his advantages and disadvantages before he made a move.

Compared with the moves, he is probably slightly better, and more importantly, the other party looks down on him preconceivedly, and his disadvantage is probably his physical strength.

If his physical strength is compared with ordinary people, it is naturally far better, but if it is compared with these men in the army who are on the border, the time is short, and he naturally can't see anything, if it is a long time, he will inevitably fall behind.

Therefore, he is not at all like the tricks he used when he played, but pressed step by step, forcing Yang Hu to exchange injuries with him, and attack against each other.

There weren't many martial arts routines anymore, just a simple straight punch cannon punch and side kick and sweep the leg, attacking with Yang Hu, a dull sound in the air, which was terrifying.

The spectators no longer had any smiles on their faces, and for a while, the place full of hundreds of people became silent.

They were all looking at the little field in the middle, or rather, they were looking at the man they had looked down on.

Yang Hu was a little impatient, he couldn't attack for a long time, at least until now, he hadn't taken any advantage of Yan Leng, and the throbbing pain in his face just now by Yan Leng's punch seemed to be laughing at his incompetence.

As soon as Yang Hu gritted his teeth, the originally faint murderous aura became obvious, which made people stand up, Yan Leng endured it without taking a step back, gritted his teeth and continued to fight with Yang Hu.

There is no killing intent.

Murderous aura and murderous intent are different, only people who have seen blood on their hands will have murderous aura, some people hide it well, and some people will be exposed. And only when you really want to kill the other party will you have killing intent, Yang Hu only has murderous intent, no killing intent.

This is not the time for him to fight desperately, he will fight the enemy on the battlefield, but he will not kill his brother here.

Unconsciously, Yan Leng's strength has been recognized by them, at least, they have begun to think that Yan Leng has the strength to be in the same place as them.

Again, in the army, whoever has the big fist is the truth.

For the people in the field, they seem to have been fighting for a long time, but in the eyes of the people outside, they have only been fighting for a short quarter of an hour, but both of them have been in danger, and when anyone escapes the killing moves set by the other party, they will quietly breathe a sigh of relief, and then look at the successive combos, and raise their hearts again, and so on.

I can't lose!

Another look at the past, the two of them passed by with the dodge, neither ignoring the flame and battle intent in each other's eyes, that is the obsession of victory, the determination and will that only a warrior has.

Win or lose, I recognize you as a brother.

If Cen Ge saw such a coldness, he would definitely be surprised, but he would also feel reasonable.

Different from the previous "sparring" at home, Yan Leng is no longer playing Taiping boxing steadily, nor does he care about and calculate what the consequences of every move and every style will be, he would rather exchange injuries for injuries, if you punch me, I will bite, and I will bite off a piece of meat on you!

This kind of Yan Leng is like a tiger out of the cage and a dragon in the sea, passionate and hearty.

"Come again!"

I don't know how many punches they have walked, they are actually close to the limit, they still don't know it, after a few false shakes, their steps have begun to float, but they are still worried about how to leave a mark on the other party's face that does not look very pleasant.

"Big brother, stop!"

"Yes, big brother, I can't fight anymore!" The people in the audience were eager to drink and sing, but they were anxious for the people outside the field, but there was no big brother to speak, and they didn't dare to go up and fight.

They all saw that this newcomer was also a really capable person, not to mention anything else, just this kung fu, most of the people present must not be his opponents, Yang Hu's kung fu is not one of the best among them, but it is definitely the best, but Yan Liang can not distinguish himself from him until now, and he can't help but say a word. is to replace them, I am afraid that it will not take a few minutes to be suppressed by Yang Hu on the ground.

The eldest brother didn't have the slightest expression on his face, it was still that cool poker face, "Wait." "It's just that his fists are already clenched, and he is afraid that something will happen, but he can't stop because they all need this win, even if it is meaningless in terms of the result.

On a small building a kilometer away, two people were looking at it with binoculars.

"His grandmother's, what is Xun Yan doing?!Didn't he see that both of them should be sent to the hospital?!" Er Maoer was suddenly angry, and his old face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Shizuo, Xun Yan can't help it, this game can't be without a win. Ermaoyi put down the binoculars, his tone was very helpless, he didn't know, it was just a person stuffed in, why did the old chief come here in person, and he didn't leave here.

"Zhang Beige!" Ermaoer was angry, and a fire instantly burned to Ermaoyi's body, but he was a little angry, and more worried.

"Master, didn't you let me come here just to see this kid?" Zhang Beige didn't look scared at all, but looked at Ermaoer with a smile.

"You kid!" Ermao couldn't pretend anymore, but still laughed, "Yes, what do you think of this kid?"

"The kung fu is good, I don't know how the marksmanship is, but if it's just this level, it's still close to the 'North Blade'. Zhang Beige said slowly, not like a conversation between the chief and his subordinates, but like the elders and juniors chattering.

Ermao Er's face turned red, and he couldn't continue what he wanted to say next.

"Well, this kid has a good will, and he looks like a soldier of our 'North Blade'. After Zhang Beige finished speaking, he jumped two meters away in an instant.

Sure enough, Ermao Eryi kicked over, "You still dare to hide!" made the old guy angry, in this area, only Zhang Beige was left who dared to talk to him like this, where is there still a little bit of discipline in the PLA.

"Cough" Hearing that Ermaoer had said everything to this point, Zhang Beige had no choice but to laugh with him, and slowly moved over, while trying to change the topic.

"Master, why do you have to stuff him into the 'North Blade'?"

"Hmph" Ermaoer glared at Zhang Beige, but he didn't hide it from him, "He is the grandson of my old chief, but this kid doesn't grow up on the fertile soil of the Beijing Military Region, but he wants to run to the place where the birds don't in my Southwest Military Region...... Cough...... I was also dizzy by his two catties of yellow soup, so I agreed in such a vague way, alas, now I'm still worried about what to do. He was also panicked, Yan Long was his old chief, no different from his father, but Yan Leng obviously didn't want to gild here and have a bright resume, so what could he do.

"Shizuo, with all due respect, since he is already a warrior, he must have the determination to sacrifice for the motherland. From the day you become a soldier, you should have the consciousness of living to die. He is not a man's grandson, and may no longer be a man's husband, just a soldier. At this time, Zhang Beige was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, fearless, and slowly pierced the struggle and helplessness in the division commander's heart.

The fight outside also came to an end, and the two pulled each other to roll to the ground, neither of them willing to let go first, until they slapped a volley in exhaustion, and then they both fainted with laughter.

"Send it to the infirmary!!! the boss saw that both of them had fainted, and he yelled directly, waved his hand, and sent the two to the exclusive infirmary of their Tiger Regiment.

In the end, there was no winner or loser, but he rolled on the ground like a little hooligan fighting, went out vertically, and came in horizontally, which is a true portrayal of everyone who comes to the infirmary.

With Yan Leng lying here for two days, Cen Ge also ushered in the opening day of the university.

Jiangzhou had no reason to let him stay, so he packed his bags and came to the capital.

As soon as he got off the train, Cen Ge subconsciously raised his arm to block the somewhat dazzling sunlight and looked at this somewhat unfamiliar city.

There are many high-rise buildings and all kinds of slogans everywhere, as if telling the history and future of the city, even if you just stand at the entrance of the station and look out, you can see that the city seems to have experienced a hundred years of war and revival.

Cen Ge came to the capital from Jiangzhou, thousands of miles away, but he only brought his somewhat shabby old-fashioned trolley suitcase, and a stack of pieces of paper, a card, and a mobile phone left by Yan Leng.

Yan Leng told him that when he was a child, he grew up in the compound of the capital.

Cen Ge pulled the box and walked along the street, unhurriedly, looking at the city little by little.

"Sweet and sour grin bean juice ~ sweet and sour grin bean juice ~ hemp tofu hey~"

"Come on~ hot buns have to come~ the buns that have made noodles are going to be hot~"

"Hey~ Aiwowo Wo Stuffing is good~ Osmanthus flavored Hey~ Ai Wowo Wo Stuffing is good~"

Out of the entrance of the train station, the two trips are with the taste of Beijing, the unique shouting of Beijing hawkers, and the unique taste of authentic bean juice, all on the street in this district. Listening to this voice full of Beijing flavor, Cen Ge couldn't help but feel a little familiar, because when Yan Leng spoke, he always carried some Beijing from time to time, not like the soft and glutinous people of Jiangnan.

After sitting on the train for more than half a day, Cen Ge looked down at his stomach that was already wailing, looked up at the sky, and then looked at the enthusiastic little brother, and resolutely decided to eat!

asked for a drawer of meat buns and a bowl of bean curd, Cen Ge sat on the somewhat antique tea stall, waiting for his life-saving buns.

"Your meat buns are here~" The little brother quickly took out a drawer of hot buns, and filled a bowl of bean curd and served it to Cen Ge.

Ahh

Cen Ge bit a big meat bun to the point that half of his face was gone, and after another bite, he was left with a slag edge, and then chewed the meat bun in his mouth carefully and contentedly.

Sure enough, it is exactly the same as Yan Leng said, Beijing's big meat bun is stuffed with mutton, hot, and completely satisfied.

I swallowed a meat bun in two more bites, then picked up the bowl and drank half a bowl of bean curd, which was perfect.

Cen Ge had never found out that he was so obsessed with eating, but it seemed that he suddenly remembered something, Cen Ge looked at the sky again, why did he suddenly remember Yan Leng again?

Jiangzhou's buns are pork and beef, which are larger than the mutton-stuffed buns in Beijing...... He remembered that Yan Leng was like a little er, holding a drawer of buns to tempt him for a beating.

Cen Ge shook his head, looked at the cute bowl of bean curd, and remembered the delicious soup of Boss Huang in Jiangzhou...... He remembered how Yan Leng drove the car to buy him soup, and was sweating profusely when he drove to pick him up.

Cen Ge looked at the trolley line under his feet, and while asking for another drawer of buns, he stood up and took out his pocket, but touched the stack of small pieces of paper that Yan Leng gave him......

Okay, Yan Leng, I miss you, I admit it.

You've discovered my dedication to eating, and you're tempting me with these cute guys, huh.

Cen Ge thought angrily, only feeling that Yan Leng was extremely insidious, but he also secretly reflected that he was choked by Yan Leng's tail without knowing it.

Cen Ge stuffed the big Beijing meat bun into his mouth again, chewing it fiercely, and saw that the aunts and daughters-in-law on the street were all looking sideways, it was so cute. 1.85 meters tall, wide shoulders and narrow hips, hanger figure, white skin, and seductive phoenix eyes...... Even if you swallow buns, you are more handsome than others for nine streets!

Fortunately, the girls in 99 are still relatively shy and simple, otherwise Cen Ge is afraid that he will be stoned to death by too many peach blossoms today.

What Cen Ge didn't know was that on another stall dozens of meters behind him, there was a person who had been watching him.

If my brother were still alive, he would probably be his age.

Cheng Qi looked at Cen Ge a little distracted, and he thought of his younger brother.

If you don't have seven points of suffering, you can't join the army.

At the beginning, it was just in time for the domestic turmoil, and their family was also having a hard time, but at that time, everyone was fine, father, mother, they were still there. When he was a half-grown child, his mother added a younger brother to herself, and after that, the little guy was like a fart, dangling behind his ass all the time.

This time, many years have passed, but he will never forget the little guy Baba looking at him and asking him for candy.

That's his own brother.

Then, when he was twenty-seven years old and his brother was only ten years old, one day, he came home and everything changed.

For him, at that moment, it was tantamount to the sky falling.

His father was arrested, and his mother committed suicide with his younger brother turning on the gas together, but he was the only one left in a good home.

It took him five years to become the king of soldiers in China, and he used his strength to track down the events of the year little by little, but there was no way to find out.

It wasn't until his nobles helped him that he returned his father's innocence, but his father had already died in prison, and his mother and brother would never come back to life, and he was still alone.

An unjust prison broke his family, and he couldn't accept it, so he chose to escape and went overseas.

Fate made people, he is no longer the king of soldiers in China, but has become the famous sword king Silver Fox, today, he is back here, where he has lived for twenty-seven years.

Cheng's sharp eyes were hidden under the cap, but when he pinched his chopsticks and put a Peking meat bun in his mouth, he almost wanted to cry.

His toughness and ruthlessness were a trick of fate. (To be continued.) )