"It's not a secret, Lao Tzu has two brothers, Qin Yan and Jiang Peng, the winged tiger. Plus Lao Tzu, it's three people, you guys elect three more people, how about we fight? Jian Yong smiled, but Tan Zhi had a chill down his spine, everyone knew that the three of Mao Yulong's brothers were powerful, especially Mao Yulong was the master of Qianjun, and he really couldn't find the right three people here.

Jian Yong smiled and said, "What if you lose? Mao Yulong shook the ashes on his body and said: "Lao Tzu loses, let you fall, if you lose, don't say a word, go back from where you came from immediately!" Jian Yong was a little hesitant, because he couldn't go back so easily, after all, so many brothers had died, nothing had been done, and it was difficult to explain when he went back.

Just hesitating, Tan Zhi whispered: "The general can't agree, this guy is very powerful, I'm afraid... Before he finished speaking, Qin Yan over there laughed bitterly: "What? Could it be that the general is afraid? I, a man who has been seriously wounded, am not afraid, what is the general afraid of? Jian Yong suddenly said angrily: "How can we be afraid of you thieves, come here, we haven't moved our muscles and bones for a long time, so that you can see how powerful we are!" ”

Mao Yulong echoed: "Okay! You character Lao Tzu has an appetite! On our side, my third brother will fight first, who of you will fight first? Everyone looked at each other, but they really didn't know who could deal with this booming tiger Jiang Peng. Jian Yong looked around, it seemed that he was the only one who was fighting, and then jumped off his horse and ran towards Jiang Peng.

Jiang Peng was not afraid, his two arms shook violently, and sixteen diamond rings flew out at the same time, hitting Jian Yong. Jian Yong was originally a master of grappling, but his ability to deal with weapons was relatively average. He carried a big knife to resist the sixteen diamond rings, which was quite handy, but after the rings were defeated, they miraculously returned to Jiang Peng's arm again, as if there was a mysterious suction.

After returning to Jiang Peng's hands, it was sent out again, and in this way, Jian Yong continued to resist, and his strength was constantly consumed, as if it was endless. Seeing that Jian Yong was a little unable to stand up, Lu Yu had an idea, she carefully observed this arm vibrating tiger Jiang Peng, and found that he had a heavy cloth belt wrapped around his two arms, and there was a circle of black iron hidden in the cloth belt.

Lu Yu remembered that Sinan appeared during the Warring States Period, using the principle of magnets. Suddenly understood everything in his heart, and shouted at Jian Yong: "General, attack his arm, the mechanism is on the arm!" When Jian Yong heard this, he immediately flew and jumped over, Jiang Peng also panicked for a while, and was about to fight with him. Who knew that Jian Yong's big knife had fallen on Jiang Peng's left arm at this time, and only a sound of metal collision was heard, and the cloth belt on Jiang Peng's left arm was torn apart, and two pitch-black magnets fell to the ground.

Jian Yong smiled slightly, and then served Jiang Peng with a big knife, Jiang Peng had no other blades in his hand, and these iron rings also fell to the ground one by one, so he had to flee in a hurry. Jian Yong had to fly to chase after him. At this time, Mao Yulong said loudly: "General, you won this game!" Jian Yong just stopped, and Jiang Peng picked up a life.

In the second game, Mao Yulong sent the injured Qin Yan, but Jian Yong's side was unable to elect anyone for a long time. Tan Zhi hesitated and stood out repeatedly, except for Jian Yong and Zhao Ming'er, here is his and Lu Jin's kung fu is good, Jian Yong has dealt with a battle, he needs to rest, he can't let a woman go! Tan Zhi can also be regarded as a man with iron bones, and Qin Yan has been injured at this time, so he must be somewhat sure of defeating him.

He stepped forward and shouted, "We'll meet you!" As he spoke, he found a long sword and rushed towards Qin Yan. There was only one of the double whips left in Qin Yan's hand, and one was lost in the melee. He straightened his chest, glared at Tan Zhi with both eyes, and then also stupidly walked over. The two fought from the air to the ground, and from the ground back to the air, they were really evenly matched.

The people on both sides were very anxious, only Mao Yulong was not in a hurry, because he knew his second brother, sometimes even more than himself. The two fought no less than two hundred moves, and it stands to reason that Qin Yan's strength was constantly weakening, and Tan Zhi would take advantage of the victory to pursue. But Qin Yan didn't show any tiredness at all, the iron whip in his hand seemed to grow with his hand, always so strong and powerful.

At this moment, he sold a flaw, took off the long whip in his hand, and then reflexively ran backwards, Tan Zhi smiled slightly, and raised his sword to chase. Halfway through the chase, Qin Yan suddenly returned to the horse pistol, and more than a dozen darts suddenly flew out from his cuffs. Tan Zhi braked sharply, almost hit these darts head-on, and immediately resisted with his sword, but there were indeed too many darts, and Tan Zhi's shoulders and legs were not lightly injured, and he turned over and fell to the ground.

Qin Yan's pale lips rose slightly, and he walked up to Tan Zhi and said contemptuously, "How is it?" My darts don't taste good, do they? Tan Zhi gritted his teeth, eager to get up and tear him up immediately, but the strength in his hand disappeared little by little, and finally lost his strength completely. It turned out that this dart was poisonous, and it was obvious that Tan Zhi was poisoned too much, so it didn't take long for him to be poisoned and fainted.

Qin Yan called his subordinates with a smile, brought a knife, and was about to cut off Tan Zhi's head, Zhao Ming'er was shocked, and hurriedly ran over and shouted: "We lost this game, let him go!" "How do you know that this Jiang Peng didn't mean to let go of Tan Zhi, this knife was about to fall, everyone closed their eyes, and at this moment, suddenly a stone flew by, and the big knife in Jiang Peng's hand floated to the side like a leaf, and he himself rolled to the ground, covering his right hand that was already bloody.

This stone came from the side, Mao Yulong saw at a glance that the stone came from behind him, who else could be behind him, and there was only one person who could achieve such cultivation in martial arts here. The fierce light in Mao Yulong's eyes gradually revealed, but then it subsided again, and said with a strange smile: "Misunderstanding, a misunderstanding." Brother Monkey, why are you doing this? ”

Monkey Er didn't defend either, and said stupidly: "That's right, I did it, everyone admits defeat, so why rush to kill everything?" Zhao Ming'er cried and shouted, "Master! How did you? "Ming'er, this matter has nothing to do with you, don't worry, no one can hurt you!" Zhao Ming'er looked at Monkey Er gratefully, and then helped the seriously injured Tan Zhi.

Mao Yulong hurriedly said: "Brother Monkey, do you want to be an enemy of my brother and me?" Monkey Er smiled and said, "I only watch the battle today, but Ming'er is my only apprentice, and no one can hurt my apprentice under my nose." Mao Yulong then said: "Okay! She, Zhao Ming'er, isn't a piece of meat in my heart! Brother Monkey, don't worry, today we are just a competition, and we will not hurt the innocent. ”

He turned his head and said with a smile: "Since my second brother won the battle just now, then we can be regarded as a draw, and I will fight this battle, who do you think you will send to fight?" When he said this, his eyes were on Jian Yong, he knew that Jian Yong would definitely not recover his strength so quickly after defeating Jiang Peng, so he insisted on forcing him to fight.

Everyone understands the truth that often no one does, Jian Yong knew that his physical strength was not good, but after looking around, he found that there was no second person other than himself who could deal with this Qianyan Tai Sui Mao Yulong. He relieved his breath and shouted loudly: "This battle, it's still up to me to fight!" Everyone was shocked, but Mao Yulong smiled secretly in his heart, and he really fell for it.

Jian Yong's boxing technique can be described as a combination of rigidity and softness, which has been trained by long-term grinding on the battlefield, and it is staggered but flexible, but Mao Yulong's skills are more flexible, just like a dragon, scurrying around Jian Yong. Because of his short stature, his body is extremely dexterous, and Jian Yong can't even touch a single hair of him.

However, Mao Yulong was not in a hurry to attack, but just blindly dodged, as if he was deliberately consuming the opponent's physical strength. Strong what you are strong, weak what you are weak. If the opponent is deficient in any aspect, it is necessary to find a way to expand this aspect infinitely, and it is often the crucial straw that breaks the camel's back. Mao Yulong was waiting for that straw.

No matter how exquisite Jian Yong's body is, no matter how hard his fists are, after all, it is not made of copper and iron, and after two hundred moves between the two, Jian Yong's fists began to slow down. Except for Mao Yulong, no one knew that Jian Yong's physical strength was far from being Mao Yulong's opponent. Mao Yulong saw the opportunity, that's right, the last straw came, he reflexively got up, jumped up, and slapped towards Jian Yong's back.

As soon as the palm wind arrived, Jian Yong rushed forward, and beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead rolled down. Who knew that Mao Yulong rushed to Jian Yong again, and faced him with another palm, this palm used seven points of strength, which can be described as an inch of strength and an inch. Jian Yong's whole face turned red, and the bloodshot at the corners of his eyes seemed to be even more obvious. Obviously, Jian Yong was seriously injured, and if it was more serious, he might not be able to stand up again.

A cold light flashed in Mao Yulong's eyes, and he grabbed Jian Yong's shirt and immediately punched him, all of which hit Jian Yong's abdomen, Jian Yong had to block it with both hands, but it was like hitting a stone with an egg, and his two arms were swollen in two punches. After Mao Yulong's fists and feet were added, Jian Yong flew five or six feet away and lay on the ground, as if he had fainted.

Mao Yulong looked up and laughed, glanced at Zhao Ming'er happily, and strode up to Jian Yong, and was about to lean over to catch him, but at this time, Jian Yong suddenly jumped up, and hit Mao Yulong in the chest with two palms. These two palms may have been used by Jian Yong with enough strength, so the power is very great.

No one expected that Jian Yong, who was seriously injured, would actually make this unexpected move. Mao Yulong took more than a dozen steps back suddenly, covering his chest hard, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously showed a trace of blood. His gloomy face turned dead gray, and he glared at Jian Yong viciously, as if he wanted to tear him apart immediately.

Jian Yong also clutched his chest and barely stood up, limping forward, he seemed to be about to attack, but he no longer had the strength, everyone was moved by this scene, and they didn't feel sad. Mao Yulong endured the pain and stood up, and slowly scolded: "If you are really a cunning southern dog, you just wait to die!" As he spoke, he lifted his leg and rushed towards Jian Yong.

It is not easy for Jian Yong to stand still now, if he is allowed to deal with this invincible Mao Yulong, it will inevitably mean that he will hit a stone with an egg. But he had to deal with Mao Yulong, and at this time, as a man and a general, his mission was accomplished. He didn't die on the couch, he died on the battlefield. He raised his head in relief, and slowly propped up his hands, wanting to deal with Mao Yulong.

The corner of Mao Yulong's mouth smiled slightly, and then he raised his leg and kicked at Jian Yong's forehead, Jian Yong slowly closed his eyes, no one expected that Mao Yulong's kick not only did not hit Jian Yong, but he didn't even touch a single hair of his hair, because he had already been thrown out by a powerful force.