Chapter Seventy-Two: The Hidden Hand

Han Wenlong was extremely unconvinced that he lost in the hands of Shi Bing, and in his opinion, this was Shi Bing's insidious and cunning, deliberately pretending to be vulnerable in front of him, in fact, even Han Wenlong had to admit that Shi Bing's kung fu was really good.

But what is it, with this Han Wenlong's understanding of martial arts, he doesn't think that there will be anyone who is far beyond him by several levels. If this were to be replaced by another martial arts master watching the battle here, it would definitely be able to see that even if Han Wenlong did not underestimate the enemy before the fight and went all out, the end would not be much better than now.

The narrowness of his vision led to Han Wenlong's failure to figure out where the final bottom line of the release of soldiers was until this moment.

"Despicable villain, you have the ability to compete with me in an upright way! What kind of heroes are these yin people. Shameless! ”

"Enough!" Han Wenlong shouted loudly and angrily to release the soldiers, the anger and grievances in his heart can be imagined, as a captain and officer of the SS, in addition to facing the commander in the army, who has made him suffer such a big loss. For a while, Han Wenlong didn't even want the most basic face. Scolded loudly in the courtyard of the courtyard.

Han Wenlong's scolding didn't last a few words, but he was completely choked to death by a sudden interruption! This sound of breaking the drink was for Han Wenlong and the other three senior officers, all of whom were smart. looked up and looked in the direction of the voice, but saw that I don't know when, their chief, Huo Qiwen, didn't know when he was already standing in the courtyard of the west wing.

The gloomy face showed the anger in Huo Qiwen's heart at the moment, and the cold eyes made Han Wenlong, who was still scolding loudly just now, not dare to make any sound at this moment.

"Look at the three of you, do you still have the posture of a soldier? Creep, what the hell is going on? Huo Qiwen's face was angry, the three guards beside him, just a moment away from him, actually made such a big move under his nose. Huo Qiwen is a person who has lived for half his life, just by taking a look at the situation on the field, the general situation can already be surmised.

However, although he generally knew what was going on, as a commander and an elder who released the army, he still needed to come forward at this time to ask the reason for the incident. Only by who is right and who is wrong can a judgment be made.

"Hehe, Uncle Huo, Officer Han wants to learn from me, I said it, no, no, but Officer Han insisted again and again, and I can't shirk it, do you know, Uncle Huo, there will inevitably be some accidents.

In the face of Huo Qiwen's eyes, Shi Bing was not suppressed by the compelling momentum escaping from Huo Qiwen's body at this moment. With a faint smile on his face, he looked at Huo Qiwen and explained very casually.

"Sparring? Do you have such a heavy hand? Huo Qiwen couldn't help but smile angrily when he saw Shi Bing lightly describing the whole thing as a discussion.

Huo Qiwen, the skill of the soldiers, has personally tried it. A master of the dark energy level, even if he is against himself, the release of soldiers is only strong and not weak. And this Han Wenlong's strength can be regarded as a top special soldier at most, and he is not a person of the same level as the release soldier at all.

If you want to use such skills as the release of soldiers, if you want to subdue Han Wenlong, you don't need to be so troublesome at all. It is inevitable that accidents will occur in the competition in the mouth of ordinary people, and in Huo Qiwen's opinion, it is impossible to appear in the fight between the release of soldiers and Han Wenlong. The level is different, and it doesn't take so much effort to restrain Han Wenlong at all.

But at this moment. Just looking at Han Wenlong's dislocated wrist and elbow, as well as the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, Huo Qiwen knew that the injuries on Han Wenlong's body were probably not light.

After all, this Han Wenlong is still his own soldier in the end, although Shi Bing is Yu Yushu's nephew, but after all, Huo Qiwen met Shi Bing for the first time today, although he attaches great importance to Shi Bing, a young man, but now Shi Bing's move is a little suspicious of not giving Huo Qiwen face.

"Uncle Huo, you don't know anything about this, in fact, I don't want to do this, but you also know that people who practice kung fu like mine have some counterattack actions that are already instinctive. And the more force the opponent uses, the more we can counterattack. I didn't make a heavy hand just now, I just reversed the strength on Officer Han's body, who knew that Officer Han was ...... Hehe......"

Shi Bing's words were pitiful, and he seemed to be weakly defending himself, but when he heard such words in Huo Qiwen's ears, his brows couldn't help but tighten. The look full of anger that originally looked at Shi Bing also faded a little.

The meaning of Shi Bing's words is obvious, this matter is not my first heavy hand, your opponent will come to Yin first, I just give him the strength back. If that Han Wenlong was originally thinking of fighting, naturally the strength in his hand would not be used with all his strength, and the strength of the soldiers would not be much.

But now that Han Wenlong's arms are dislocated, and it seems that he has suffered a lot of internal injuries, it is obvious that this Han Wenlong was a heavy hand to the release soldiers when he just started.

Huo Qiwen's face gradually flattened from gloomy, but there was still no superfluous expression on his face. Slowly walked to Han Wenlong's side, and raised Han Wenlong's arm with one hand.

"Huh!" Just such a simple action made Han Wenlong sweat in pain. But Han Wenlong was also tough enough, and he didn't say anything.

Huo Qiwen grabbed Han Wenlong's wrist, and with the other hand, he tried to find the angle, and after several efforts, Huo Qiwen wanted to connect Han Wenlong's wrist first. originally thought it was just an ordinary dislocation, Huo Qiwen didn't think much about it, but after several attempts, Han Wenlong's face was distorted except for the pain of the whole person. Huo Qiwen actually failed to pick Han Wenlong's arm back.

"Strange!" Huo Qiwen also realized that something was wrong, until this time he grabbed Han Wenlong's wrist with one hand, his eyes were slightly closed, and for a while, Huo Qiwen's body fluctuated with a dark energy. Han Wenlong only felt a few obvious vibrations from Huo Qiwen's palm, and the fluctuations were transmitted down his skin to the depths of his bones.

"Huh!" Another panache.

"Huh? This is ......" Huo Qiwen realized that the dislocation on Han Wenlong's hand was not a simple dislocation after several unsuccessful attempts to graft Han Wenlong, and Huo Qiwen also knew a little about the release of soldiers, and the release of soldiers was obviously a person with his own unique kung fu heritage.

Generally, people who practice martial arts will master some superficial medical skills, bone grafting techniques, and medicine techniques or something, this is because people who practice martial arts are easy to get injured, and if they have to go to the hospital every time they are injured, it will inevitably be a little too troublesome.

For Huo Qiwen himself, in addition to inheriting the kung fu of the Huo family, their Huo family also has some unique skills in bone grafting and bone removal. Thinking about it, Han Wenlong's wrist was also shaken off by the release of soldiers with a special technique.

Huo Qiwen used the dark energy in his body to enter Han Wenlong's body, the purpose was to find out what means Han Wenlong had exerted at the dislocation of the army, Huo Qiwen's investigation did not matter, under the investigation, he suddenly felt that there were three knot-like folds on the tendons in Huo Qiwen's wrist. It was these three strange folds that caused Han Wenlong's wrist to not be attached.

"Strange, what kind of bone-removing technique is this...... Huo Qiwen is from a martial arts family, and he is very familiar with many bone-unloading techniques, but he has never seen the tendon-breaking hand used by the release of soldiers, and the technique of tying a knot on a person's tendons.

I haven't even seen it, let alone helped Han Wenlong untie it.

"Little creep. You also said that you used to learn from each other, but now it seems that Xiao Han has lost, and I think you should take his wrist back for him. How about giving Uncle Huo a face? ”

Huo Qiwen can see it, before he saw the guy Shi Bing, he was polite and polite, and he was extremely polite to himself, thinking that he was also an easy-going person, but now it seems that this guy is not a simple person, he is ruthless, compared to many old people in the martial arts, he is not too reckless, it is conceivable that if Han Wenlong leaves here like this today, when he goes outside, he can't find a doctor who can pick up this kind of bone injury, and Han Wenlong's two arms will be wasted.

"Hehe, Uncle Huo is serious. It is inevitable that I will be injured during the fight, and I am also instinctively self-defense, and I hope that the Korean officer will not care. Shi Bing smiled and hugged his fists at Han Wenlong, and slowly walked to Han Wenlong's side, ignoring the fierce light in Han Wenlong's eyes that was still unconvinced at the moment. grabbed one of Han Wenlong's wrists, and didn't look at the movements of Shi Bing's hand, only heard a click. One of Han Wenlong's wrists had already been connected by the release soldiers.

Then switch to the other elbow. In the same way, Shi Bing connected both arms of Han Wenlong.

His arms were reconnected, and Han Wenlong suddenly felt that the sense of control he had lost over his arms had returned. He moved his lower arm on his own. glanced at Shi Bing coldly, and a fierce aura flashed in his heart, but in the end, Han Wenlong was not impulsive again at the moment.

He Han Wenlong is not a fool, at this moment he has already seen that there is still a gap between his strength and that of Shi Bing, and he looks at the meaning of Huo Qiwen's words just now. Shi Bing had just removed his wrist joints and left his hidden hands.

Although Han Wenlong has not received the orthodox martial arts inheritance, he is still clear about the methods of some martial arts practitioners, and he is jealous that the means he desires the most are actually mastered by people like Shi Bing, and he has no choice but to bury this hatred deep in his heart.

Huo Qiwen had just been staring at Shi Bing's hands when he had just joined Han Wenlong's arm, and after seeing that there was no extra movement in Shi Bing's hands, Huo Qiwen's eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly.

Obviously, Huo Qiwen, who is old and sophisticated, has already seen it, don't look at the fact that although Shi Bing connected Han Wenlong's wrist joint, this does not mean that Han Wenlong's hand is fine.