Chapter Forty-Eight: The Fist Wind Stirred
Liang Wusheng listened to Huang Mao explain the matter, and finally knew a rough idea, only to see him frown, and after a while of silence, he said: "You guys go, the landlord authorized me to manage this yard before immigration, and I won't let it out." ”
"Oh? So you're the one in charge. It's just in time, if you know each other, it's best to sign this contract obediently, take the money and get out quickly. Otherwise, I will let you see how powerful Qingfeng Hall is, one by one you can only crawl out, hum ......" The leader of Qingfeng Hall was a tall bald man, I saw him with his hands crossed in front of his chest, full of confidence, staring at Liang Wusheng and others with a playful gaze.
In the face of the bald man's provocation, Liang Wusheng was so angry that Fang Gang could still sit still, only to see him immediately stride to the front, and shouted arrogantly: "I will say it again, this martial arts hall is Lao Tzu now, and it will be Lao Tzu in the future, you better stop thinking crookedly!" Also, if you want to do it, just let the horse come, don't chirp crookedly, Lao Tzu has never been afraid of fighting! ”
The group of rabbit cubs behind him was also powerful enough, and shouted in unison: "Lao Tzu has never been afraid of fighting!" ”
You must know that the yellow hairs were originally street gangsters, and all kinds of fight scenes were like commonplace, but now they are stepped on on their heads to and pee, and if they don't resist, there will be ghosts. Although they don't have a strong sense of belonging to the unity gate, they have a deep affection for this courtyard, and after a few months of crawling, they have faintly regarded this place as a home-like existence.
What bloody person would watch his home being forcibly occupied by others!
"Oops...... Looks like they're quite in unison. But it's a pity that the scum is always the scum, even if it is a broken plaque with a one-in-one door, it may not be durable. I heard that you have good skills, but what other kickboxing championship has you ever won? Phew! If you have a kind of words, you will have two moves with me, so that everyone can see whether it is you, the champion's fist, or my Tongmu's fist! Tong Mu patted his bald head, and then took off his coat, revealing a strong muscle, which was not much more than Liang Wusheng.
The belligerent cells in Liang Wusheng's bones were activated instantly, and he stood up without the slightest hesitation, shouting loudly: "Fight, fight, but if you lose, get out of my way immediately, and don't beat me again in the future." ”
"No problem, you are the same, if you lose, you will leave immediately!" Tong Mu is obviously very confident in his strength.
Since the leaders of the two sides took the initiative to name and want to fight alone, although everyone was still confronting, no one continued to shout, the courtyard suddenly quieted down, the atmosphere on the scene was solemn and tense, and the battle was about to break out.
However, Huang Mao quietly leaned into Liang Wusheng's ear and asked with a little worry, "Master, your right hand...... No problem, right? ”
He was the only one who noticed that his master's right hand was wrapped in a few bandages, which was a bit of a conscience, much better than the rest of the bunnies who patronized and watched the excitement.
"I can hold on! When the fight starts, you have to watch out for them to cheat, and don't let your own brothers suffer. Liang Wusheng gently pushed him away and walked with Tong Mu to the center of the courtyard, ready to go.
"Look at it, let you taste the power of our Qingfeng Hall!" Tong Mu didn't talk nonsense, and as soon as he finished speaking, he rushed directly towards Liang Wusheng.
This guy obviously has a good foundation, and when he rushed halfway, he suddenly picked up a high splitting leg and smashed it heavily into Liang Wusheng's head, so fast that the two of them smacked their tongues!
Liang Wusheng can be regarded as experienced in a hundred battles over the years, so he is naturally not afraid, but he also saw that this bald man was not simple, so he was ready to fight carefully. This is a competition about honor and net worth, and there is absolutely no room for failure!
The fist wind was stirring in the wide courtyard, and the two instantly fell into a fierce struggle, and their respective advantages gradually appeared.
In terms of speed, Tong Mu is naturally faster than Liang Wusheng, but Liang Wusheng's pimple meat is not to be seen, after dozens of rounds, although he has received several heavy punches on his body, it has no effect, just like being bitten by a mosquito a few times.
At the same time, the men and horses on both sides tried their best to open their voices to cheer for their respective bosses, for fear that their own voices would be weaker than the other and affect their morale.
In fact, if you want to talk about real skills, Liang Wusheng, who has practiced martial arts since childhood, is of course slightly better, but Tong Mu has been crawling and rolling on the road for many years, and his fists and feet have been tested by blood, which is a killing skill! Therefore, his ferocity is comparable to that of a free fighting competition, not to mention that Liang Wusheng's right hand is still wrapped in a strap, and every punch is faintly painful.
"Smack!"
Liang Wusheng punched Tong Mu in the left shoulder, but instead the corners of his mouth twitched, and a look of pain appeared.
If it were usual, this punch would be enough to make Tong Mu fly out, but it's a pity! Li Hui, who had been watching the battle from the side, secretly said bad after seeing Liang Wusheng's painful expression.
Sure enough, Tong Mu's eyes lit up, he originally thought that the strap wrapped around Liang Wusheng's right hand was used to practice boxing, but he didn't expect that he was injured. He had been distressed by not being able to attack for a long time just now, but now it was much easier to do, only to see him seize the opportunity and continuously attack Liang Wusheng's right side......
After a few heavy punches, Liang Wusheng was affected, his movements became more and more sluggish, he gradually became tired of parrying, and completely lost the strength to fight back.
At this moment, Tong Mu felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, as if he had seen victory beckoning to him, only to see him attack quickly, his body jumped up suddenly, and his legs kicked at Liang Wusheng like scissors, which was to imitate the famous deadly scissor kick!
If this kick hits, I'm afraid Liang Wusheng will fall immediately.
Huang Mao They are not stupid, and they can naturally see the dangerous situation of their master, but unfortunately they can only subconsciously shout at this moment: "Master be careful!" ”
Careful useful?
Seeing that the deadly scissor feet have come to Liang Wusheng, there is no way to avoid it!
At this moment, suddenly a black shadow swept through the air and hit Tong Mu's ankle with precision. Everyone only heard a muffled sound on the ground, and Tong Mu's life-killing scissor feet were crooked, grazing Liang Wusheng's ears and sandwiching them on the wooden pillar next to him.
The thick wooden pillar was naturally several times harder than Liang Wusheng's neck, and Tong Mu was unable to recover from the drastic changes, and he trembled in pain. But what made him even more angry was that someone plotted against him, allowing himself to watch the cooked ducks run away, so he immediately roared: "Who the threw the stinky shoes just now, get out of here!" ”
After all, Tong Mu is the gold medal fighter of Qingfeng Hall, and his murderous reputation is far and wide, and when he shouts this, he has a bit of momentum.
There was silence in the courtyard, and many people were so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe, so they could only subconsciously look in the direction where the shoe was flying. I saw a Qingfengtang's subordinate trembling and pointing to his empty left foot, and said with a sad face: "Tong Da, this is ...... It's none of my business, I just took my shoes off because I felt a little hot. You know me, even if you give me a hundred ambitious leopard galls, you won't dare to face you...... Throw your shoes. ”
"Fuck! ...... the hell
Tong Mu just wanted to beat this unlucky guy hard, but he didn't expect a black shadow to hit him, and the speed was so fast that he didn't have time to react at all!
"Smack!"
It turned out to be another stinky shoe, but this time it hit Tong Mu's bare head!