Before Wang Yong's words fell, he saw that the palm of the senior brother's hand had touched Yinglang, and there was a void in the palm of his hand, slightly adducted, which was a sign of accumulation.

The next thing is the dark energy spitting, directly spraying the dark energy into Yinglang's body by an inch. Yinglang will be seriously injured if he doesn't die, let alone provoke him in the future, and he won't even have the strength to come to the door!

This is a ruthless method comparable to murder.

Yinglang obviously realized that something was wrong, his eyes were wide open, and his face was pale.

When he came to challenge him before, this senior brother also fought with him. But three punches and two kicks, except for the pain of the fight, there is nothing else powerful.

But now, this senior brother is like a different person. Like a peerless murder weapon that has killed thousands of people, the evil aura makes Yinglang's heart condense.

"It turns out that this person is so powerful! I was sloppy!" Yinglang closed his eyes and let out a long sigh in his heart.

He also knew that he would never be lucky, and that he would definitely die.

Whew!

The dark energy in the palm of the senior brother finally spewed out, and with a terrifying wind, it sprayed into Yinglang's body.

Yinglang only felt that the pores of the skin where he was hit were wide open, and hundreds of steel needles pierced at the same time, expanding the small pores by several times.

A feeling of yin pain suddenly rose, and he couldn't help but make a swing.

Yinglang finally realized what kind of means a master kills people.

It's just too late.

The senior brother also had a slight sneer, and his expression was cruel. It seems that this heavy hand is no different from the ordinary competition between brothers and sisters, and even if the dog on the side of the road is crushed and his leg is broken, he will show more pity than now.

"Hmm, that's not right!"

Suddenly, after the senior brother spewed out secretly, his expression changed.

Originally, the dark energy should be like a needle sponge, unimpeded. can be sprayed into Yinglang's body, but only a small half of it is pierced, and it encounters resistance.

Why is that?

Just when the senior brother was suspicious, a sour and numb feeling suddenly came from the palm of his hand, like being electrocuted.

This feeling is familiar to him, but it is a dark counterattack!

This Yinglang can be dark?

The senior brother was taken aback, thinking that Yinglang pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger, and he had fallen for the trick.

But when he raised his eyes to look at Yinglang's side again, he found that there was an extra person next to Yinglang at some point, and that person was putting his palm on Yinglang's skin with a smile on his face.

"So you are the ghost!"

The senior brother suddenly understood that it was not Yinglang who would be secret, but that this person saved Yinglang!

After being saved, Yinglang's face turned pale, and he staggered back a few steps, covering the middle palm with a painful expression.

Even if Wang Yong dissolved the dark energy of the senior brother, he only dissolved it by spraying the dark energy into Yinglang's body. This is equivalent to two germs fighting in the human body, although it will eventually kill the disease-causing germ, but the human body will inevitably be damaged.

After a long time, Yinglang took a big breath and said a sentence: "It hurts, it hurts me!"

With that stupid and cute appearance, the Rakshasa girl who watched it couldn't help but chuckle.

Yinglang's ears turned red, thinking of Wang Yong who was not aware of the height of the sky just now, but it turned out that Wang Yong saved his life.

Just looking at the moment when Wang Yong saved him, he knew that his kung fu was on par with the senior brother.

Where is this that he can beat?

"Thank you!" Yinglang hugged Wang Yong's fist, still using pure Chinese, but with some Hokkien accent.

"Do you recognize me as a Chinese?" Wang Yong couldn't help but be stunned.

"My ancestors were Chinese, and although our clan lived in the Ryukyus, we only intermarried among the 36 surnames for generations, and we never mixed blood. So in fact, I am also an authentic Chinese. There is something strange about the Chinese people knowing the Chinese people. "Yinglang is serious.

"......" Seeing that what Yinglang said was so reasonable, Wang Yong was speechless.

The senior brother next to him heard the conversation between the two, and his eyes gradually revealed a touch of murderous intent.

"Who is my Dao, it turned out to be the person of Zhina! It seems that you have colluded and deliberately come to our trickle down the Trickle Gym to kick the gym!" said the senior brother.

came up and charged Wang Yong with collusion, which suddenly made the onlookers point fingers.

Martial arts, no matter what country it is in, represents a kind of upright Taoism.

If Wang Yong comes to the door to challenge in a dignified manner, the tourists will only applaud. But being labeled as secretly colluding and plotting behind it, the tourists subconsciously looked down on Wang Yong.

After hearing this, Yinglang couldn't help but stiffen his neck and argued for Wang Yong: "Don't talk nonsense! I don't know him at all! I didn't collude with him!"

The senior brother smiled and said, "You just said that it is not unusual for Huaxia people to know Huaxia people. Don't you know that?"

"You...... I...... That's different!" Ying Lang said for a moment.

"You don't have to talk nonsense with him, what do you know, what if you don't know? Wang Yong glanced at the senior brother and said casually.

This guy opened his mouth and closed his mouth, and he looked down on Huaxia Kung Fu before.

Wang Yong had long looked at him unpleasantly.

Originally, for the sake of the Rakshasa Girl's face, Wang Yong wanted to find a similar reason to kick the gym. Now it seems that it is completely unnecessary, and it is directly fat.

Pretending to be a comparison should also be divided into objects by occasion! When Yoshio Funakoshi said this, Wang Yong might refute two sentences, but Yoshio Funakoshi's disciple, Wang Yong couldn't even show interest in refutation.

I just want to solve it with the simplest and most direct means.

I know you are angry at me for what I just said about Huaxia Kung Fu, but what I said was the truth. Because eight years ago, I went to the underground boxing stadium in Northeast China under a pseudonym and fought black boxing for three months. As for the result......"

Senior Brother paused, revealing a contemptuous smile.

"I have to admit that there were indeed a few good martial arts seedlings in that underground boxing stadium at that time, and over time, they might be able to hold up half of the sky in China. It's a pity that they met me, and I deliberately challenged them by name, and personally beat them to death in the ring one by one! The most talented one of them, it seems to be called Xiao Jianglong, died the worst, I broke my waist and died of pain. You say, just like that, can I still afford your Huaxia martial arts?"

The senior brother's voice was very low, and he deliberately only said it to Wang Yong.

Wang Yong, who originally had a playful expression, instantly had a faint killing intent in his eyes.

Xiao Jianglong's reputation, Wang Yong has also heard of it. At that time, Dragonspine had repeatedly come forward to recruit this person into the army. It's just that they were all rejected by this person on the grounds of sharpening their martial arts. However, this man also said that he is obligated to do so as long as the country needs it.

So Wang Yong's impression of him is okay.

It was only later that I heard that this man was killed in a black boxing match, and his death was miserable.

Unexpectedly, it was the senior brother in front of me who did it!

Breaking his waist and dying, the pain was unimaginable. It will take at least ten minutes to die gradually.

"You managed to me off. Wang Yong's voice was cold, and he said.

The senior brother smiled, but still mocked: "So what? you will end up like him today, Zhina!"

"Wait a minute, I'll let you swallow back the three words of the person in one mouth!"

"Tsk, you don't want to call the police, do you? I almost forgot to tell you that the Kyoto Metropolitan Police Department won't be kind to the people!"

The other disciples in the hall also laughed.

Yinglang, who claimed to be of Chinese ancestry, was angry when he saw this scene: "Don't be arrogant, when I go back to practice the Yingmen Tang hand, I will definitely beat you all over the ground!"

"When you're done? Oh, there's no time. I advise you to make a will in advance and hand over this important task to your hundredth great-grandson, perhaps hopefully completed. The senior brother sneered.

can make Yinglang angry, in addition to not being able to stand the ridicule of the senior brother, but also because the words of the senior brother hit Yinglang's weakness - Yinglang is still a single dog until now, but where did he go to give birth to a hundred generations of grandchildren?

"Hehe, teach you a lesson with the hands of Yingmen Tang, why do you need a hundred generations? One minute is enough!" Wang Yong suddenly said loudly.

Then he turned his head to look at Yinglang: "Tell me about your Tang hand's moves." ”

Yinglang was stunned at first, and then overjoyed.

Wang Yong obviously wants to use Yingmen Tang to teach the senior brother a lesson!

Yinglang carefully loosened the belt of his trousers, and then pulled out a booklet.

This guy actually carried a boxing book with him, and he hid it so "riotous".

"Here, this is our Ying family's Tang hand boxing book. In normal times, I would never dare to lend it to you if I didn't report it to my ancestors, but today's situation is special, and I believe that my ancestors will not blame me for this. Yinglang handed the boxing book to Wang Yong.

Wang Yong couldn't take it with a smile and read it.

Ten seconds, thirty seconds, fifty seconds......

The time of one minute was fast up, and Wang Yong had only read ten pages.

And Wang Yong seemed to be deliberately more serious, so he really stopped and returned the boxing book to Yinglang.

Yinglang was stunned: "Are you sure you only watch for a minute?

Wang Yong stretched out four fingers: "Four." ”

"Four?" Ying Lang was shocked, and his face turned bitter.

If Wang Yong hadn't saved his life just now, he really wanted to ask Wang Yong if he had a brain disease.

It's not like this to hold the Buddha's feet temporarily, just remember four moves and dare to fight with a master, isn't this looking for death?

The senior brother also laughed and said, "It's okay, I can wait for you." It doesn't hurt for you to watch it for a day, anyway, it's still a waste, and it can't become a genius. ”

Wang Yong nodded thoughtfully: "Indeed, waste is waste, and it can't become a genius." It's just you. ”

"You're looking for death!" said the elder brother angrily.

Wang Yong took a step forward, put his left hand behind his back, only stretched out his right hand, and said, "You are a junior, let you have one hand." ”

These words made the senior brother even more angry, his face turned red, and he suddenly roared and pounced.

The force is ferocious, full of fierce and domineering.

This is a move created by Yoshio Funakoshi, called "Smash", and it is divided into three small moves, namely "Smash the first", "Smash the second", and "Smash the third".

As the name suggests, the three moves are interlocking, and each stroke can burst out with a domineering killing intent that shatters the enemy.

At that time, many masters of the East Ocean died under the trick of Yoshio Funakoshi.

The senior brother used such a fierce move when he came up, but he hated Wang Yong very much in his heart, so he wanted to "crush" Wang Yong directly as soon as he came up.