As soon as he heard this, Yang Xianmao was even more convinced, as long as there was this underworld assassination master in the secret, he would not be afraid, and he would definitely not suffer. The other party has a request for himself, and he will definitely not ignore him when he is at a disadvantage. Judging from the moment he dodged the lion's head just now, his martial arts should not be weaker than the lion's head. In addition, he is in secret, and it is easier to hurt an opponent of a similar level if he wants to shoot.

So, Yang Xianmao took a deep breath and slowly raised his right fist, while his left hand stretched out straight and pointed straight at the opponent's middle acupoint.

The lion's head failed to hit the middle-aged man in black with a punch just now, and he was a little surprised. I was also worried that the other party would forcibly stand up for Yang Xianmao, it was not a joke to meet such a strong opponent, but I didn't expect the middle-aged man in black to slip away, and the lion head breathed a sigh of relief. So he came back with a smug smile on his face, and he didn't see how he could resist it, just stood there.

Yang Xianmao's mind was like electricity, and he was thinking about which move to use, if it was an ordinary punch like this, it would definitely have no effect, seeing that the other party was so calm, it must be fearless.

And now the only thing I can do without fear is the five bird plays, and the other tricks I have learned are all used when cracking the opponent's tricks when facing the enemy, so there is no obstacle to punch over, and only the internal force can play a role.

The ape play in the five fowl play is the palm exercise, and it seems that the ape play technique must be used to hit this punch.

Yang Xianmao began to move his strength, feeling the powerful strength from the dantian all the way to his arms, he could feel the flow of breath in the meridians, and his right fist was like a meteor lightning, and a bang punch hit the opponent's heart.

Before this, the lion's head still had the courage to wait for Yang Xianmao to punch, because Yang Xianmao seemed to be just a weak scholar, let such a scholar not to mention three punches, even if he fought for three years, he would not hurt him at all. But when he saw the momentum of Yang Xianmao's punch, the air flow carried by his fist suddenly became solemn, and he didn't want his body's defense to automatically improve, so he took this punch hard. Hearing a thud, the lion's head kicked back three steps before he stopped, and his face was as red as a pig's liver.

He took a deep breath, spit out slowly, nodded, and said approvingly: "There are two hits, no wonder you are so arrogant, this punch is really strong, but it can't hurt me." Okay, two more punches, come on!"

He was a little light on the enemy just now, so he didn't defend completely, which was almost ugly, under this punch, the blood and qi between his chest and abdomen surged, and he felt that his throat was a little sweet, knowing that he had suffered internal injuries, but he could still withstand this injury, gritted his teeth, and improved his strength to resist the opponent's fist, because this thin and weak scholar looked far less weak than his appearance.

Yang Xianmao's punch gave him confidence, he thought that the other party was very powerful, but it was not as strong as he imagined, this punch made the other party's face turn into a pig's liver color, and he took three steps back, looking at his strong endurance of the surging of qi and blood, Yang Xianmao suddenly improved his confidence in his heart.

However, this punch, he has already used ten percent of his strength. After two more punches, I'm afraid that the effect may not be better than just now. He rolled his eyes and said, "Do you mean it has to be a fist?

The power of a leg attack is much stronger than a fist. If it was before Yang Xianmao's punch, if he wanted to ask this, the lion head would not care about saying anything, as long as he didn't use the blade, he didn't care about his fists and feet, but after he received Yang Xianmao's punch, he felt a little unbearable, for fear that the opponent's elbow or knee would strike more powerfully, and if he couldn't help it, he would be embarrassed.

So he slowly shook his head and said, "Whatever you say is what you say, and what you say is a good fist is a fist." ”

Yang Xianmao was going to give it a try and attack with the legs of Tiger Opera, but the other party insisted that he could only say anything, so he could only use his fists. However, the other party's words revealed his timidity, which made Yang Xianmao's confidence greatly increased. He pointed to the lion's head and said, "Be careful of my second punch, I only used thirty percent of the strength just now, and my current punch is fifty percent, you have to be careful." ”

The lion's head snorted and said, "Don't brag, you even used up the strength to feed just now, don't you see it?"

As soon as he said this, Yang Xianmao's fist had already smashed quickly into the other party's heart.

The lion's head snorted, his anger turned with his thoughts, and he was instantly full of strength in the middle of his chest, and sneered in his heart, you think your sneak attack trick can hurt me?

Unexpectedly, Yang Xianmao's punch stopped an inch away from his acupoint, and he retracted it suddenly, and with a slash of his left fist, he drew an arc, and smashed it towards his temple with a trace of strength.

The lion's head was taken aback, thinking that this kid was so cunning and screaming, but it was useless. Immediately, his mind swirled with his thoughts, and his strength went to his head. But Yang Xianmao's punch cut his temple an inch away, but it didn't touch him at all.

Then, Yang Xianmao turned around and slapped his palm, and this punch also slashed at his erect neck.

The lion's head hurriedly moved his strength to his neck again, but Yang Xianmao's punch also crossed and did not hit. It was withdrawn and pounded into his lower abdomen. When the lion's head hurriedly got lucky to his lower abdomen, Yang Xianmao's fist slashed up along his lower abdomen and went around, without touching him at all.

That's it, Yang Xianmao kept punching at the lion's head from various angles, but always at the last moment, either the fist was turned or retracted, and he never touched the lion's head.

In the eyes of everyone, the lion's head is like a sandbag for people to practice their fists and feet, and Yang Xianmao is constantly gesturing towards it. What made the lion's head angry the most was that there were a few punches that Yang Xianmao even used a monkey to steal peaches and slammed his fist at his crotch, which made the onlookers really can't help laughing, of course, the people who want to laugh the loudest are the people of the beggar gang.

The lion-headed disciple looked at the onlookers who were laughing at him, but the people who were crowded at the door to watch the excitement had already filled the whole street, and those in front did not dare to laugh, and those in the back did not care, and he couldn't see it anyway, so the laughter never stopped. What's more, the beggar gang disciples standing in front were angry that he hurt the leader Hu San, these people were also bloody men, and they deliberately laughed very exaggeratedly, which was used to support Yang Xianmao and cheer him up.

Throughout the meal, Yang Xianmao was slamming his fists all over his body, and never a single punch fell on him, this lion head was so angry that he couldn't help it, and shouted angrily: "...... you kid?"

Yang Xianmao was waiting for this moment, as long as the other party spoke, his strength would inevitably slacken. Yang Xianmao was as fast as lightning, a whip fist, his body rotated, and with the force of rotation, the back of his fist was slammed into the face of the lion's head.

Boom!

The lion's head was beaten half a circle, one stumbled and almost fell, reaching out to help the ground, when there was still an inch from the ground, he suddenly woke up to the fact that as long as he helped the ground, the other party could consider the other party to lose, because he said earlier that if he fell to the ground, he would lose.

So he stiffly stabilized his body, fixed his palm on the ground and slowly took it back, feeling a little proud, fortunately he reacted quickly, but this pride did not last for a moment, he felt his nose hot, a stream of blood flowed out, and the spring water fell on the ground of the placket and bluestone slab.

He had been trying his best to resist the parts that Yang Xianmao might attack, but he was teased by Yang Xianmao just now, and as soon as he spoke in a hurry, half of his strength was retracted. So when Yang Xianmao's whip punch hit him on the nose, only half of his strength was resisting, and his eyes suddenly turned black, and he almost fell, his nose was broken entirely, and blood flowed.

This was very embarrassing, and the beggar disciples who were watching were even more holding their stomachs and laughing, as if they had never seen such a funny thing.

Some beggars led the way and laughed, and of course those onlookers also laughed loudly, and they had no scruples, and some people hid behind the crowd and shouted that they were good at fighting. Of course, the other disciples of the beggar gang rushed to reinforcements when they heard the news.

The strong man with hanging eyebrows never thought that the master would be beaten to the point of bleeding from the mouth and nose, so he hurriedly tore off the placket of his shirt to stuff the master's nose, but was kicked by the lion's head.

He pinched his nose with one hand, pointed at Yang Xianmao with the other and said, "You kid dare to play yin for me?"

Yang Xianmao put his hands behind his back and sneered: "Who told you to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf here? ”

The lion's head snorted heavily, pinched his nose and took two steps forward, took a deep breath, and said, "Okay, stop talking nonsense, the third punch, let's fight." ”

Yang Xianmao saw that he pinched his nose and didn't put it down, and it was impossible to continue to hit his nose, because the agreement didn't say that he was not allowed to raise his hand to pinch his nose, but only that he would not dodge.

Yang Xianmao was thinking in his heart how to knock the other party down with this third punch. The punch just now almost worked, but the old boy was not slow to react. The third punch is the last punch, if you don't hit, it will be troublesome, although there is a flying moon knife behind the waist, plus there is a hidden weapon that can spray lime at the arm, even Lai Pi is not afraid, but Lai Pi is not interesting in the end, it is better to hit the other party.

The onlookers stopped laughing and looked at Yang Xianmao nervously. Because they knew that victory or defeat was in one move, if this punch could not defeat the lion's head, then it would be time for Yang Xianmao to cry, while the strong man with hanging eyebrows and others looked at Yang Xianmao triumphantly to see what kind of ghost ideas he could use.

At this time, Wen Xin strolled down, but she could hear the noise below, and came down to take a look, and saw a lot of people in a mess, Liu frowned slightly, and looked at Yang Xianmao inquiringly. Yang Xianmao smiled, blinked, and signaled that it was okay. Wen Xin turned around and stepped on the stairs with her skirt and went upstairs lightly.

The lion's head and the strong man with hanging eyebrows all looked at the direction of the stairs with a demented expression, obviously stunned by Wen Xin's national color Tianxiang.

Yang Xianmao walked back, and the lion's head pinched his nose and said to him, "This, who is this little lady?"

"You don't care who she is. ”

"Let's discuss, you give me this woman, not only will we write off all the grievances, but I will give you another five hundred taels of silver, how about it?"

"Die!"