Yue Ming recalled in his heart what his master had taught him, everything is foreseen, everything is foreseen, and if it is not prepared, it will be wasted, and the same is true for hands.

He perfectly fulfilled the master's requirements, first hiding his feet in the martial arts competition, and then taking out his weapons and kung fu. It's a pity that when I become famous in the future, everyone here knows me, so I can't be surprised.

Yue Ming felt a little proud in his heart, the shape is right, the fist is powerful, come on, come on, use my sharp sword to test whether your fist is hard enough!

What does it mean to make steel, and turn it into a finger wrapping soft.

Now I have a sword, and I will try the shape of the dog.

Yue Ming, who was smiling and groaning, saw He Bangwei look at the girl behind him, and when he turned around, he had a strange expression on his face.

Then he saw the young man blink, his right hand reaching for his waist, and slowly drawing a whip.

Yue Ming: "......"

He Bangwei looked at his opponent's expression that seemed to be crying, and suddenly felt very happy, and said, "Such a coincidence, I also have it." ”

Everything is foreseen, and if you don't prepare, Yue Ming's mood is a little complicated, and for some reason, he suddenly felt that the other party was a little despicable.

Qiao Si on the side watched the other party first draw out the soft sword, and then his boyfriend pulled out the long whip, and suddenly felt that this originally somewhat tense scene had become a little funny.

He Bangwei flicked his wrist, and the long whip swung a whip flower in the air.

Yue Ming swallowed his saliva, he was originally a little confident in his swordsmanship, and he found that his scalp was a little numb.

He became more and more polite, and he couldn't see the spit appearance just now when he won: "Please advise." ”

If you ask me to advise, then I will advise you, He Bangwei stood in place, and the long whip turned into a black shadow and waved out.

Yue Ming originally had the idea of "one inch long and one inch strong", and used swords against fists to gain an advantage. As a result, now he wields a soft sword, only caring about parrying the whip shadow in the sky.

Soft swords are mostly weird and tricky, especially after getting close, they are easy to be surprised.

The more Yue Ming parried, the colder his heart became, this was two meters away from the other party......

A distraction, the whip shadow took advantage of the situation. A whip was whipped at the door of Yue Ming's head.

Yue Ming was in pain, grabbed the tail of the whip with his left hand, rolled on the spot, and went straight to He Bangwei's third road.

He Bangwei saw that he was holding the whip and rolling in an interesting position, allowing him to get close, and then lightly kicked, avoiding the soft sword cut, and kicked him in the hip.

How did the man roll over. I just rolled back again.

The long whip twisted, got rid of it, and the whip shadow limped, and it was whipped in the face again.

Yue Ming was embarrassed at this time, leaned sideways as if he was about to give up, suddenly grabbed the soft sword, turned around and threw it at He Bangwei, and he was in charge of his waist. Binfu shoulder hip.

The strong wind goes straight in, and the left foot kicks the leg towards the crotch. Point your right foot towards the ribs.

Yue Ming tried his best, only to feel that the most tricky move in his life was at this time.

Syllable.

The sword flies, and the man rolls.

Yue Ming was ashen on the ground, desperate.

Planted.

Can't beat it.

Standing up dizzily, Yue Ming didn't even bother to pat the dust on his body, and looked at He Bangwei who was holding a long whip. I wondered, where did this guy come from?

He could feel the faint pain in his heart at the last moment, afraid that he had suffered internal injuries, and said astringently: "He Bangwei, good kung fu." Planting. served. "Say it. He turned around and left, ignoring the crowd in the east.

He Bangwei stood for a while, but when he didn't see anyone coming out from the opposite side, he stopped and walked back.

Joss watched the sheep tie the long whip back to his waist, and he couldn't stop the joy in his heart.

"You're wearing this thing for a scene like this?" The girl asked.

He Bangwei shook his head and didn't say why.

Chen Lele slapped Brother He on the shoulder, took a step, and said loudly: "Which of you is not convinced?" We are fellow in the rivers and lakes, don't talk about those useless things, see the work in your hands. He spoke as if he were a martial artist.

There was a buzz in the crowd to the east, and in the middle of the night, a man led the way.

"Chen Lele, it's not your turn to interfere in the national art circle!" This man was about forty years old, and his face was somewhat gloomy.

Chen Lele has seen a lot for a long time: "What? All the previous agreements were farting? I've heard that people who practice martial arts are all promise-keeping, but now the way of the world has changed? ”

The way of the world has changed, and making money is the most important thing, but he couldn't say it in person, this person's face changed, and he sneered: "Okay, we admit it this time." ”

There was a competition before I came, and Yue Ming just now was already the most powerful in the field, but he was repelled by He Bangwei three times and two times, and he couldn't please today.

This person let out a deep breath, and a smile appeared on his face: "Well, Chen Lele! Let's go. He tapped Chen Lele with his finger, then turned around and saw that the few foreign people had already left first, so he beckoned his people to withdraw.

Chen Lele stood in front first, with the air of a king, as if he was the one who waved the whip on the field just now.

At this time, the people who came together but didn't go into battle greeted: "Boss Chen, when will this money be paid?" ”

Chen Lele spent money to find these people, and waved his hand arrogantly when he heard this: "I will give it together later." Then he walked beside He Bangwei, "It's worthy of my brother He, I'm not wrong." ”

Chen Ning, who was standing next to his grandfather, looked He Bangwei up and down with a gaze that seemed to be seeing this person for the first time, this man still has some ability. She silently replaced "hillbilly" with "this man." ”

He Bangwei held Qiao Si's hand, as calm as when he came, as if the brief and fierce exchange just now did not happen, and he couldn't see the momentum of the master at all.

Ning Zhique, who was injured here and had the highest martial arts, came over with the support of his junior brother: "Brother He is good at martial arts, I don't know which one he inherits?" "This is here to cross-talk.

I am the founding patriarch of the twelve practice postures, but I can't say this, He Bangwei has some understanding of this name in his heart, and he feels very interesting when he sees his apprentice Li Momo say this, and he naturally can't say it when it is his turn.

He replied, "It's not convenient to say." "I'm from a foreign land, so of course it's inconvenient to say.

Walking the rivers and lakes, some people have their own scruples, and it is also common not to talk about teachers.

Ning Zhique arched his hand: "Brother He can come to the Chinatown Iron Sand Palm Teaching Hall for a while if he is free." "I was injured today, so naturally it is inconvenient to entertain.

He Bangwei nodded, not refusing this kindness.

So, a few more martial arts students with some status came over to make friends.

Master, everyone will be more respectful.

The crowd then gradually dispersed, Chen Lele is relatively famous here, and everyone is not worried about his salary arrears.

Seeing that there were a few people left who he brought, the old man patted He Bangwei on the shoulder and said happily: "Brother He, yes, you have two hands, you are about to catch up with me." "He's switched back to comma mode.

He Bangwei held his girlfriend's hand: "Do you care about lunch?" ”

The old man laughed: "Take care of the rice, Chen Ning, call and book the table." I'm going to treat Brother He and his little girlfriend to a good meal. ”

Chen Ning heard it, glanced at He Bangwei, and called to start ordering food.

Joss held the sheep's hand and felt that the sheep had a side that he didn't know about.

Martial? Boxing gym? Rivers and lakes?

I don't know if the sheep has a nickname for the rivers and lakes, just like the golden lion king and the old fairy of the stars......

The long-whipped sheep seems to fit quite well.

The girl's hand swept past He Bangwei's waist. (To be continued.) )