The lion's head pinched his nose and looked at Yang Xianmao, and sneered: "I have been discussing with you for a long time, it is to give you face, and I don't want to make that girl sad, but since you have this attitude, then don't blame me for being ruthless!" - I tell you, the woman I have a lion head in love with can't escape from my hands. You have to promise now, have money and face. If you don't agree, not only will you have no money and no face, but you may not even be able to save your life! ”

As soon as he said this, he heard an old woman's voice behind him: "Yang Langzhong, I want to buy a pair of medicines." Then, a hunchbacked old woman walked in, as if her eyes were not good, and walked straight past the lion's head to Yang Xianmao's side.

At this moment, Yang Xianmao heard a very slight voice coming into his ears: "Beat him in the belly!"

Listening to the voice, it was the voice of the assassination master Feiyue Knife. But Yang Xianmao didn't find out where he was.

The old woman walked past Yang Xianmao, only then did she realize that something was wrong, squinted at the people in the pharmacy, seemed to be frightened, turned her head to look at the lion's head, and screamed: "What are you doing?

The lion's head didn't answer, and the strong man on the side hurriedly said: "Old immortal, get out of here quickly!

The old woman, whose wrinkled face turned green with fright, hurried out, and came to the lion's head, when she suddenly stood again, looked up at him, and said, "Oh, you bleed!

With that, he reached out as if to wipe the blood off him. The lion's head frowned, and was about to ask his disciple to kick the old woman out, but the old woman suddenly shot out and slapped the lion's head in the face.

This crisp sound stunned everyone in the pharmacy.

The lion's head screamed, and raised his hand to catch the old woman, but the old woman moved as fast as lightning, and swooped to the door of the pharmacy, and disappeared into the crowd with a long laugh.

The lion's face turned pale suddenly, and he could tell that the laughter was the man in black just now, how did he become an old woman with an old dragon bell? Could he be disguised? This costume is too similar. It was precisely because it was too similar that the lion's head did not notice it and was slapped by the other party.

He was so angry that he screamed, but he didn't chase after him, because he didn't know where the other party had gone.

Yang Xianmao immediately understood that this old woman was actually pretending to be the Flying Moon Knife. That sentence was obviously what he said just now.

Abdominal mourning points?

Yang Xianmao remembered what the Flying Moon Dao had said just now, and his heart suddenly became steady.

He said coldly to the lion's head who was scolding at the door: "The last punch, can you still hit it?"

Only then did the lion head return to Yang Xianmao in a huff and said, "Of course the third punch must be hit, after the fight, let's discuss my proposal just now, however, I advise you to ...... it best."

Taking advantage of his opening mouth to speak, Yang Xianmao immediately punched at his acupoint, but the lion's head had already taken precautions, so he immediately shut up and luckily, and the internal force flowed with his thoughts, laying a line of defense in his chest.

The punch stopped an inch away from him, and then the two fists kept moving, hitting him at the top, hitting him below, and waving his fists everywhere around his body, but still didn't hit the opponent's body.

This time, the lion head had already made up his mind, no matter how he tossed, he would definitely not speak, and concentrate on his luck to resist his last punch, because he knew that Yang Xianmao would definitely do his best to make this punch.

No one laughed, because they were all nervous, and they didn't know if Yang Xianmao's punch could knock the lion's head down.

Yang Xianmao still pointed east and west, and hit the finger up, but he never touched the other party in the slightest, just kept circling around him and punched, as if waiting for him to speak.

But the lion's head pinched his nose and couldn't open his mouth.

Just like that, he kept punching around, and it was enough to make a cup of tea. Yang Xianmao kept throwing punches and went around to the left side of the lion's head. He secretly took a deep breath, and the index finger of his right hand protruded, forming a conical fist. The whole body flowed with strength, surged to the right fist, and slammed towards the opponent's abdominal mourning point.

Before that, Yang Xianmao had also waved his fist here, and he stopped at a distance, and this time, his fist was really bombarded with a strong wind.

When the lion's head sensed danger, it was too late, except for a slight deviation from its body.

Boom!

A thunderous punch slammed into the lion's head's belly mourning hole.

The lion's head was like being devoured by electricity, and the whole person suddenly stiffened, and then fell straight to the ground, and the back of his head slammed into the bluestone slab, and actually smashed a bluestone slab into a turtle column several times, and then his whole person twitched violently and bent into a shrimp.

The crowd didn't know what was happening, and looked in amazement at the twitching lion's head on the ground.

The strong man with hanging eyebrows and others stayed for a moment, and then he reacted, and hurriedly stepped forward to help, but the cold lion head spit out a large mouthful of blood, and drenched the strong man with hanging eyebrows who supported him.

The strong man with hanging eyebrows wiped a handful of blood from his face, and turned his head in horror to look at Yang Xianmao, who had been standing there for a long time with a smug smile. He couldn't have imagined that the master was so martial arts that he was easily seriously injured by this young man with a punch.

Only the lion's head knew what was going on. - Yang Xianmao's punch almost hit his cover door head-on.

The so-called martial arts cover door is the weakest acupoint for those who practice martial arts. Generally speaking, the stronger the martial arts, the stronger the defense, and the stronger the ability to withstand external strikes. However, there is always a place where martial arts cannot be practiced. This place will not withstand a blow, and even an ordinary blow will cause serious injuries. This kind of place is the martial arts cover door of those who practice martial arts, and it is the key place for every person who practices martial arts, and the other party is absolutely not allowed to touch it.

The door of the lion's head is the abdominal mourning acupoint, which was originally the place where he fully protected, but Yang Xianmao's repeated false moves paralyzed him, and it was not until the last moment that he realized that the other party's punch was real, and the body's instinctive perception made him deflect and avoid the front acupoint. Fortunately, he avoided the front of the acupoint, otherwise this punch would have killed him, and Rao was already seriously injured.

At this moment, I heard shouting from outside: "Get out of the way!

Everyone got out of the way, and more than a dozen soldiers with knives came in from outside, and the first one was Lei Dutou, who carried the golden brass-inlaid golden beast treasure knife at his waist. When the group came to the door of the pharmacy, Lei Du turned over and dismounted, walked in quickly, and said as he walked, "If you have something to say, you have something to say...... What's going on?"

He saw the lion's head lying on the ground and kept twitching, looked at Yang Xianmao suspiciously, and asked carefully: "Yang Gongzi, didn't you say that the lion's head came to make trouble? What's wrong with him?"

Yang Xianmao shrugged his shoulders and said, "We're just learning martial arts, nothing else." ”

Lei Dutou breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good, I just heard that he came to the door to make trouble, and I was afraid that you would fight." They are all friends of the road, what is there to say?"

When Yang Xianmao heard Lei Dutou say this, he knew that he had a good relationship with this lion head.

It took a long time for the lion's head to struggle to get up, and his eyes looked at Yang Xianmao fiercely.

Yang Xianmao said lightly: "Now, it's time for you to slap your ass and leave." ”

The lion's head shook his shoulders, threw out the strong man with hanging eyebrows and another big man who was supporting him, and then staggered to Yang Xianmao, looked down at him, and said word by word: "My lion head is a good talker, but I only said that I would pat my ass and leave today, but I didn't say that I wouldn't come back, nor did I say that I wouldn't do anything to you." You hurt me like this, and this hatred will not be erased from you. I'm sure I'll get it back. When the time comes, you will definitely regret it!"

Yang Xianmao said: "Waiting for you at any time!"

Lei Dutou on the side heard the lion's head threaten Yang Xianmao, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I said lion head, don't mess around." This Yang Gongzi is a good friend of Zhong County Lieutenant and a good brother of my Lei Dutou, don't ...... it."

The lion pushed him away and spat a mouthful of blood on the ground viciously: "There's nothing wrong with you here, if you dare to get involved, I'll beat you together!"

The lion's head stood there awkwardly laughing, not daring to say more.

The lion's head stared at Yang Xianmao viciously, turned around and walked out the door.

Seeing him come out, the people who were blocking the door to watch the excitement hurriedly dodged one after another, and when he stepped out, a person happened to come in, and two people collided head-on.

The lion's head shouted, "Get out of here!" The man also snorted coldly, and slapped it with the same palm.

Bang!

The two palms collided violently, and the man shook his body and stood still, while the lion's head stepped back a few steps, almost sitting on the ground, but fortunately, the strong man behind him supported him.

The lion's head looked up in surprise and saw that it was the Fei helmsman who was the beggar gang Xuanzhou rudder, and said angrily: "You ......!" He forcibly held back, swallowed the blood back, and stared at Lord Fei Helm viciously.

Lord Fei Helm had just gotten the news, so he rushed over urgently, and happened to meet the lion's head at the door, and the two of them slapped each other. Shake the lion's head back.

Lord Fei was surprised, he didn't know who beat the lion's head like this, originally the two were almost the same in martial arts, but now the lion's head was seriously injured, of course it was not his opponent.

At that moment, Lord Fei Helm said coldly: "Lion head, if you dare to hurt Yang Gongzi's cold hair, our beggar gang will never spare you!"

The lion's head said viciously: "You beggars interfere in my affairs, if you don't come to me, I will also go to you!"

With that, the lion head, supported by several apprentices, limped out of the wide road that everyone had dispersed. The disciples also followed without saying a word.

After they left, Lord Fei Helm spit out a breath of turbidity, stepped in, looked at the blood on the ground, and said to Yang Xianmao, "Young Master Yang, are you okay?"

Yang Xianmao shook his head, clenched his fists and said, "Thank you Lord Fei for coming to help, but I'm fine." ”

Lord Fei said: "I saw that he was injured just now, could it be that Gongzi was injured? ”

Yang Xianmao smiled reluctantly and said, "It's just a coincidence." ”