This time, the fan significantly reduced its speed, and Ling Yufeng kicked off the fan with a roundabout kick. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as he stood firmly, he heard a sound of reading: "The great river goes east, the waves are over, and the people of the ages are romantic." To the west of the base, humanity is, Zhou Lang Chibi of the Three Kingdoms. ”

As this voice reads, the sound gets closer and closer. As soon as Ling Yufeng turned around, he saw that the scholar had already arrived in front of him, he had already picked up the fan that had fallen to the ground in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, he hit Ling Yufeng's head.

The speed was very fast, accompanied by a gust of wind, Ling Yufeng could feel this wind speed.

He quickly took a few steps back, dodging the scholar's serial attacks, and then he immediately began to fight back, one punch to the scholar's face, and the other to block the scholar's retreat.

However, this scholar didn't seem to be a little flustered, but seemed very relaxed, and he didn't look at Ling Yufeng's attack at all, and continued to recite the poem in his mouth: "The rocks pierce the air, the waves crash on the shore, and a thousand piles of snow are rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time. ”

Speaking poems in his mouth, his subordinates did not stop, and continued to attack Ling Yufeng, and each move was faster than the other, and each move was more ruthless than the other.

Ling Yufeng and the scholar slowly disassembled, for a period of time, he gradually felt that as long as the scholar recited poetry, his palm wind would increase several times more powerful, but as long as he didn't recite poetry in his mouth, his palm wind would be much weaker.

After Ling Yufeng fought with the scholar for about thirty or forty moves, he slowly understood the scholar's tricks.

The fan in the scholar's hand was waving constantly, and the rotation of the fan was getting bigger and bigger, and it was about to hit Ling Yufeng's body several times.

Ling Yufeng dodged several deadly attacks from the scholar, and finally began to fight back, Ling Yufeng took advantage of the scholar's failure to recite the poems, and his attack was very heavy, every move seemed to subdue the scholar.

After ten more moves, the scholar gradually couldn't support it.

"Back then, when I thought about Gongjin, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, and he was heroic. Lupine scarf, talking and laughing, the canopy is gone. The old country fugue, affectionate should laugh at me, born early. Life is like a dream, and a bottle is still a river. The scholar's mouth was getting faster and faster, and his punches were getting faster and faster, and it seemed that in an instant, as if he had beaten chicken blood, he forced all of Ling Yufeng's tricks back.

Now Ling Yufeng can only parry, and he can't fight back.

The scholar didn't say a word of poetry, and the movements of his hands became more and more sensitive, and Ling Yufeng knew that only by restricting his recitation could he suppress his attack.

Thinking of this, Ling Yufeng slashed at the scholar's face with one palm, and the direction of the fist was the scholar's mouth.

The scholar seemed to see Ling Yufeng's intentions, turned his head, dodged Ling Yufeng's attack, followed the fan in his hand, flew out, and came in the direction of Ling Yufeng.

And this time the speed was even faster, Ling Yufeng didn't have time to dodge for a while, his shoulder was rubbed by a fan, but he didn't expect a few sharp knives to suddenly appear on the head of the fan, cutting Ling Yufeng's shoulder.

The scholar grabbed the fan that had returned, a smile rose at the corner of his mouth, looked at Ling Yufeng's shoulder, and smiled triumphantly.

This little injury is nothing at all for Ling Yufeng, he has basically figured out all the tricks of the scholar now, this time he is not in a hurry to fight with the scholar, and paused, facing the scholar, his eyes are staring at the scholar, motionless, waiting for the scholar's strength.

The scholar saw that Ling Yufeng's shoulder was already bleeding, and he wanted to strike while the iron was hot and take Ling Yufeng in one fell swoop, so he waved his hand again, and the fan in his hand continued to fly towards Ling Yufeng, rushing towards Ling Yufeng's face.

Ling Yufeng still didn't move, and when the fan arrived in front of him, Ling Yufeng suddenly stretched out the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, clamped it hard, and clamped the fan that flew over, and the fan didn't move between Ling Yufeng's two fingers.

The scholar didn't expect that Ling Yufeng would have such a big finger power, and now that the fan was in Ling Yufeng's hands, it was not easy to get it back.

He suddenly started to rush towards Ling Yufeng, and his clenched right fist struck towards Ling Yufeng.

Ling Yufeng sneered, turned around, and dodged the scholar's attack, and at the same time, Ling Yufeng's right leg had already kicked out, just kicking the scholar's ass, and the scholar ate shit and crawled on the ground.

His mouth was also full of dust, and he quickly got up from the ground and faced Ling Yufeng.

Looking at the fan in Ling Yufeng's hand, thoughts kept flashing in his mind, wanting to take his fan back.

But Ling Yufeng wouldn't give him a chance to think, nor would he give him a chance to regain the fan, as soon as Ling Yufeng exerted his strength, he broke the fan, and several daggers emerged from the broken fan.

Ling Yufeng snorted coldly, and then broke all the daggers and threw them on the ground.

The scholar saw that Ling Yufeng had broken the fan that he regarded as a treasure, and his anger rushed to his head.

He roared and rushed towards Ling Yufeng.

Ling Yufeng waited until he was almost there, twisted his waist, and with a roundabout kick, he hit the scholar's face with a solid kick, and the scholar snorted, fell to the ground, and couldn't get up again.

Ling Yufeng clapped his hands, looked at the scholar lying on the ground, smiled, and stepped over from him.

When he arrived at the small side room, he opened the door, and there was a person inside, all of them were very strong, and this person was also a real estate developer who participated in the bidding meeting, Ling Yufeng untied the rope for him, and said: "You are safe, get out of here quickly, there is someone from me outside the door to answer you." Come on! ”

The man thanked Ling Yufeng and trotted away from the Rope Tower.

Ling Yufeng breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at the stairs, and thought to himself that he didn't know how many floors Xia Mingda and Zhang Ting were locked up, no matter what, he must rescue them.

Thinking of this, Ling Yufeng took steps up to the fourth floor.

As soon as I arrived at the fourth floor, I saw a person sitting on a chair on the edge of the fourth floor, holding a wine jug in his hand, drinking wine to his mouth.

And there were nearly a dozen bottles of the same wine bottle next to him, and at a glance, you knew that this person was an alcoholic.

Ling Yufeng walked up, looked at the drunkard who was drinking by himself, and did not speak.

After the drunkard took a few sips of wine, he saw Ling Yufeng, shook his head and said, "Come, drink with me." ”

Ling Yufeng shook his head and said, "I don't like to drink. ”

"If you don't drink, what kind of man are you?" The drunkard picked up a wine bottle from his side and threw it at Ling Yufeng, the force was very strong, and the speed was also very fast.

Ling Yufeng stretched out his right hand and grabbed the wine bottle that the drunkard had thrown over, but instead of drinking it, he put it at his feet.

When the drunkard saw Ling Yufeng's skills, he gave a thumbs up and said, "Yes, your skills are very good, come, I'll play with you." ”

As he spoke, the drunkard twisted his body and tried to stand up, but he shook his body and sat down again, and it seemed that he had really drunk too much.

The drunkard paused, held his hand on the chair twice, and after a few struggles, finally stood up.

He hooked his little finger towards Ling Yufeng and said, "Come on, come on......

The body was shaking, and it looked like it couldn't stand steadily, and it kept shaking back and forth, left and right, as if it was about to fall down in the next second.

The drunkard aimed the wine jug in his hand at his mouth, and after taking several sips, he wiped his mouth with his left hand, and immediately showed a look of enjoying it on his face, shaking his head and reciting: "Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rests." Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce. Thirty years of fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white. Good words! What a word! ”

When Ling Yufeng heard this, he thought to himself how these people love to recite poetry so much, it's really strange.

The drunkard staggered towards Ling Yufeng as he spoke, and continued to recite as he walked: "Jing Kang is ashamed, it is still snowing; When will the courtiers perish? Drive a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain. Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old rivers and mountains, and face the sky! ”

Speaking of the final Chaotianque, the drunkard had already walked up to Ling Yufeng, and he suddenly fell to Ling Yufeng on one side, as if he was going to lie on the ground.

Just as he was about to be next to Ling Yufeng, the drunkard's body suddenly rotated three hundred and sixty degrees, and he reached out and grabbed Ling Yufeng's waist.

Ling Yufeng saw the drunkard's outstretched hand, he didn't dodge, but also reached out to hold the drunkard's hand, but as soon as he touched the drunkard's hand, the drunkard was like a dogskin plaster, and suddenly put Ling Yufeng forward. And it seemed that he was about to collapse on Ling Yufeng's body with all his strength.

Ling Yufeng turned sideways and dodged away, not letting the drunkard stick to him.

The drunkard's body was already hanging in mid-air, and without a fulcrum, he fell directly to the ground.

The drunkard fell to the ground, snoring as if he had fallen asleep.

Ling Yufeng knew that this drunkard must be faking to sleep, and he was reluctant to do more, but the place where the drunkard slept happened to be the place where Ling Yufeng was going to pass.

There was no way, Ling Yufeng had no choice but to step over the drunkard's body, and when Ling Yufeng's feet just reached the top of the drunkard, the drunkard suddenly turned around, grabbed Ling Yufeng's feet, and then pulled them, and then Ling Yufeng's strength quickly stood up.

The drunkard's body that stood up was still shaking, and he came towards Ling Yufeng while shaking, and when he arrived at Ling Yufeng, his head was turned upside down, and he quickly punched Ling Yufeng's chest.

Ling Yufeng knew that this drunkard was playing drunken boxing, and drunken boxing was the most unreasonable move.

Ling Yufeng couldn't take the drunkard's moves, so he had to keep dodging and occasionally parrying a few times, but every time he came into contact with the drunkard, the drunkard would immediately stick up, just like a dog skin plaster, as long as he put it on, he didn't want to tear it off again.

This time, the drunkard hugged Ling Yufeng directly along Ling Yufeng's arm.