Walking on the street, Lin Ruochen killed Lei Shaoya on the spot and won the championship of the eight-character ring, which has spread all over the commercial street. Merchants on both sides have already begun to plan and are ready to visit the new overlord.

Cheng Dong soon left. There are still three months left in the dark boxing tournament, and there is still time to prepare. The specific cooperation still has to be finalized by Liao Qinghua, but Cheng Dong just told Lin Ruochen the general situation, so he got up and said goodbye.

He determined the general identity of the robber, and naturally had his own things to do.

Lin Ruochen stayed in the supermarket for two days and refused the protection money offered by the merchants on the commercial street. For him, this street is his base, and he doesn't need this income to make ends meet. Forming a good fate, sometimes, will be his way to escape from death. It wasn't too rare for someone like him to decide to join the Society.

Fang Mengshan left Lin Ruochen some wound medicine, and since then there has really been no news, as if he disappeared from Shengjing University.

Two days later, Lin Ruochen bought a new set of clothes, packed them up, and took a taxi to Yu Shuanglong's Nanshan Villa.

It's not just because in the eight-character ring, the old man made a righteous move. Lin Ruochen's ability all came from the young man in the chip in his brain, plus his own exploration. From Lei Shaoya's killing moves, as well as the fight between Cheng Dong and Ghost Face, Lin Ruochen obviously felt that he lacked a basic understanding of martial arts.

If you want to understand this, Mr. Yu Shuanglong is undoubtedly the best teacher.

Nanshan Villa is well known in Shengjing City. Thirty years ago, Yu Shuanglong withdrew from the rivers and lakes and devoted himself to studying martial arts. Naming the villa where he lives is Nanshan, he has the meaning of putting Nanshan on his own horse, and will never participate in the disputes of the rivers and lakes.

Yizhong Mountain, Pang Ming River, Nanshan Villa is small, but no one dares to despise it, here, is the martial arts holy land of Shengjing City. In the past thirty years, countless martial artists have stepped into the threshold of the grandmaster from this small mountain villa.

The car stopped three miles away, Lin Ruochen got out of the car and walked there.

This is the etiquette of a junior visit. Lin Ruochen has lived alone since he was thirteen years old, and in his heart, he never cares about other people's opinions. He felt that he was coming to ask for advice as a junior, and he should be like this, and he didn't care if others could see it.

At this time, Yu Shuanglong saw Lin Ruochen get out of the car through the monocular in his hand, tidy up his clothes, and then step forward, the corners of his mouth were already slightly raised. In this era, there are really fewer and fewer such young people.

At a distance of three miles, Lin Ruochen walked slowly, and his eyes did not look to the sides.

The gate of Nanshan Villa is nothing but two oaks, with a wooden frame and green vines entwined. On both sides is a camphor forest, leaving a secluded path.

The door was open, and a thin old man was standing by it.

"Junior Lin Ruochen, I came to visit and ask for advice on boxing." Lin Ruochen stood at a distance of six feet in front of the door, tidied up his makeup again, took a deep roll call, and bowed deeply.

The old man chuckled, there are few people willing to abide by such rules.

Most young people will be proud of the value of their gifts, but they don't know that in the eyes of the old man Yu Shuanglong, those are just things outside the body, and only a martial and righteous heart can be seen in their eyes.

"Please! Nanshan Villa Sanguan, if you can get by, you will have the opportunity to talk to my eldest brother. The old man raised his hand to attract him, but his smile was a little weird.

"The younger generation does not dare to talk in front of the seniors, so they can only listen to Wuyi. However, these three levels, the younger generations naturally want to try, and it is also convenient for the seniors to evaluate one or two. ”

Lin Ruochen didn't shirk too much, bowed deeply to the thin old man, and stepped in.

Boxing has never been said by mouth, and every word is punched! If you want to ask, you have to show your own skills. This is originally the rule of meeting friends with martial arts since ancient times.

The thin old man was secretly amused, the three levels of Wenquan in Nanshan Villa had not been opened for at least ten years. Even when Hua Qingshan came, Yu Shuanglong let him go straight into the hall, although there were some mentions, but they were by no means so solemn.

According to Yu Shuanglong's rules, those who have passed the three levels of Nanshan Villa will be counted as the people who go to his Nanshan Villa!

Along the path, behind the camphor tree, there are farmland on both sides, a grain field, but there is a middle-aged martial artist in his forties standing in the middle. Seeing Lin Ruochen walking into the grain field, he shouted and asked, "What is a fist?" ”

Lin Ruochen thought seriously for a moment and said, "Fist is a physical skill, just to punish the wicked. ”

"Hit!"

The martial artist let out a loud shout, and with one foot, a crack spread forward along his heel.

Without waiting for Lin Ruochen to prepare, the middle-aged martial artist shrugged his shoulders and rushed over, like a white crane with bright wings, slamming Lin Ruochen's temples with both hands!

Lin Ruochen bowed his head and bowed his head, his fists went straight into the middle palace, his right foot was raised high, and he kicked towards the martial artist's chin.

The middle-aged martial artist missed the blow, pressed down with both hands, grabbed Lin Ruochen's big arm, tugged his chest and abdomen, lifted his left knee, and knocked on Lin Ruochen's raised calf halfway.

The two sides fought fast and fought in one place.

Lin Ruochen's "mud snake" boxing method, coming and going weirdly, fully demonstrates the fist intent of "hands are two doors, all rely on feet to hit people", both hands seal the chest and the key point of the door, all kinds of dark legs, high whips, often in dangerous places to win.

The middle-aged martial artist's fist intent was violent, and the tiger and crane spread out in two forms, pressing Lin Ruochen to attack.

In the blink of an eye, twenty or thirty rounds, Lin Ruochen only had a three-point counterattack, like a flat boat in a big wave, but he never took a step back!

The middle-aged martial artist attacked a few more rounds, suddenly retreated, his right hand was in the waist, and a chain gun was thrown out of his hand, the tip of the spear was like a dragon, hooking and turning back at the back of Lin Ruochen's head, stabbing him straight at the back of his head!

Lin Ruochen has always been immersed in fistfighting, and he never thought that this martial artist would suddenly make a move. Besides, as a sign of politeness, the commonly used dagger was tied to the calf of the left leg, and for a while, there was no time to draw out the block.

In a desperate moment, Lin Ruochen fell on the spot, his right hand fell to the ground, and his left hand had already drawn a dagger on his calf!

The martial artist's right leg was raised, but this kick was not released.

Lin Ruochen only felt that the cold sweat instantly soaked his back! As long as the martial artist steps on this foot, although it is inevitable that Lin Ruochen will break his tendons, there is a chance that he will be able to step on his neck first!

The middle-aged martial artist took two steps back, the chain gun wrapped back around his arm, and he didn't say a word, just bowed his hand.

Lin Ruochen let out a breath of air, got up, and looked a little unnatural.

Neither side exerted their dark strength, but they were put to death when they still had at least seventy percent of their strength left!

"There is no good or evil in fists, only life and death. If you still think that boxing is just a game, in the next ten years, the grass on your grave will be yellow! ”

The thin old man stood aside with his hands behind his back and reprimanded loudly.

"Thank you seniors for your advice." Lin Ruochen bowed deeply again, collected his mood, and walked forward.

The middle-aged martial artist flashed aside, but gave Lin Ruochen a thumbs up.

had no intention of calculating and forcibly seizing the first move, but in the end he was forced to take out the chain gun to barely gain the upper hand. In the way of dark energy, it has been refined for ten years, and such a battle situation can not be regarded as face-saving.

Lin Ruochen nodded and smiled, and his steps seemed to become more powerful.

When the thin old man passed by the middle-aged martial artist, he said in a low voice: "Liang Zi, I'm sure that when you step on it, he is at least thirty percent sure that he will get out, but one of your legs is useless." ”

The middle-aged martial artist nodded slightly, he could naturally see that when Lin Ruochen fell down, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, even fanaticism, but there was no fear. It shows that in this case, although he can't say that he has been prepared, at least he has a sharp means to fight back!

On the next road, Lin Ruochen walked very slowly. Half an hour, when I stepped into the second grain field, not only had my body recovered to its best condition, but I also had a kind of enlightenment.

The Book of Fists says that the Tao is between life and death.

Lin Ruochen has experienced too few life-and-death battles.

In Chashan Town, since he stepped into the peak of Mingjin, no one has been his enemy. Even when he came to Shengjing City, he only experienced the artistic conception of life and death a little when he was fighting with Lei Shaoya.

This feeling of separation between life and death can not only temper people's spirits, but also allow their own boxing skills to find a direction for correction.

The reason why martial arts training needs a good master to teach him hand-in-hand. It's because a lot of the methods of connecting with strength and moves need to be experienced through continuous experimentation. Through bloody combat experience, if you don't do it well, you will directly lose your life because of a misunderstanding.

Stepping into the grain field, a girl in her twenties, standing in the middle with a smile, shouted in a deep voice: "What is a fist?" ”

Lin Ruochen had actually thought all the way, took a deep breath, and said steadily: "The fist is a ladder to the sky, one step at a time. ”

The girl didn't seem to care about the answer, and as soon as he finished speaking, she kicked out with her right foot and went straight forward.

Lin Ruochen had already taken precautions this time, raised his legs to block, and divided his hands to the sides, already blocking the girl from his body.

This time he had made up his mind that no matter what, he would leave a way back. He also understood that the old man Yu Shuanglong was afraid that he had the intention of mentioning something, and the people who arranged to fight him were all martial artists with close strength.

The girl is like a butterfly wearing flowers, her body is light, she walks as soon as she touches it, and the places she attacks are all where Lin Ruochen's joints are. This kind of move, as long as she hits her, she will lose her combat ability at that time.

Lin Ruochen guarded the door, ready to stand in an invincible position first, and when he saw the girl's moves clearly, it would not be too late to fight back.

Ten minutes have passed, and the beads of sweat on Lin Ruochen's forehead have rolled down like beans!

The girl's moves were endless, as if endless, and in the past ten minutes, she had never used the same means of attack. Under the chain attack, the design is extremely ingenious, as if Lin Ruochen's response to every step is already clear.

Lin Ruochen stepped into her rhythm as soon as she stepped into her rhythm, and she couldn't get back the lead, and her mind could only follow her boxing skills. The two didn't even have a chance to fight each other, and the girl had already treated him like a wooden stake, swinging at will, becoming more and more relaxed.

If he can't hold on for another five minutes, Lin Ruochen will inevitably fall into this desperate control!

"Ahh

Lin Ruochen saw that the girl had slid half a step away from his side again, and his right hand had almost touched his right elbow joint, and finally let out a loud cry and no longer dodge. The tip of the elbow is like a gun, piercing the girl's palm, and the three fingers of the left hand are pincered and buckled to the girl's throat!

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