The last book said that the door of the winner's house was broken open, and a group of people kept running in, shouting: "Win the disease, the people are not there!"

Listening to the footsteps, he and Lin Fang's hands paused, and then stopped. Lin Fang's face was anxious, and his ears moved, and he heard the number of people, about six or seven people.

Looking at this formation, isn't the enemy coming to the door before? Win the illness has frowned secretly, but the rivers and lakes in this era are still very moral, and they understand the truth that they can't help their families, and no one will mess around.

This is the center of the town again, and there are patrols with guns on several streets outside, so she didn't worry that Lin Fang would be hurt, and only gave her a look: Everything has me!

After a while, the group broke in with no one in sight.

The first person in the lead walks lightly and powerfully, and has a tall figure.

With a cold face and a red bronze complexion, he looks like a natural warrior.

The other six burly men all had the same temperament, wearing casual clothes, and the cold light on their faces looked particularly terrifying.

Follow the leader one step behind, move in unison, and follow in rows.

It's not that I've been rolling around since I was a child, I glanced at them, and I already knew what kind of people they were by looking at their manners and temperament.

Seeing that I don't know anyone, it's not the enemy of the past, and I'm even more confused, but I'll always understand after I get it.

When he looked at the people, he had already got up and left his seat and went to the door.

The four eyes handed over, and after a while, he didn't want to do much, and his tone was very polite: "You are your company!?"

The cold, copper-skinned man glanced at the environment in the room, as well as Lin Fang, who was sitting at the dining table with a nervous expression, and the calm Ying Sick himself, and said nothing.

The group did not answer, but treated each other coldly.

He was not annoyed by the illness, but he was not afraid, stood in place, and asked again: "Who is your 'big guy', who is your 'top master'."

The cold men with sharp edges and corners held their hands with each other, and there was a clear sound of bones, and he took two steps forward, and said coldly with a straight face: "Do you know the golden horse and the white horse?"

Win the illness on his face is silent, but his heart is shocked, and his heart is a little bigger!

The fierce and cold-looking man's eyes swept down the sick man, and the sick man's face was very calm, and nothing changed. Seeing that Ying was sick as if he was the same kind of person, he was surprised to hear that his boss name could still not move.

With a sneer, the bronze man showed a machete from behind his waist with a menacing attitude, pointed at Ying Sick and said: "I didn't expect you, a great writer, to be on the road, snort, bring the treasure seal!"

Deliver 'treasure' and 'seal'. It is one of the gestures that must be learned on the road, called 'Guo Hao', otherwise when you are interrogated by other black people and do not know what to answer, you will often be accused of being 'village Liuduo', and you may even be beaten up.

Winning the illness has been pointed at, and he was suddenly secretly angry, and a pair of black eyes were shining, with incomparable majesty.

But he didn't want to mess around at home, so he didn't have a seizure on the spot.

Win the disease has chosen forbearance, with the left hand fist, the middle finger alone erected, followed by the thumb, index finger and ring finger of the right hand, together, first left and then right, first 'treasure' and then 'seal', show them enough.

If the two sides have no grudges and no grudges, and the interrogator does not want to make the matter bigger, he will 'stop here', and if he intends to make trouble, he will continue to interrogate the four poems of 'wind', 'flow', 'treasure', and 'seal'.

He wants to see what happened to him, whether it is horizontal or vertical, and he is not afraid, he has not eaten dry rice for so many years!

Then I saw him say coldly: "Listen to the wind?"

It's a cliché.

Win the disease's face remained unchanged, his eyes were already full of evil spirit, and he said without hurrying or slowing down: "Say that I am the wind and not the wind, the five-colored flag is in the fight, the dragon, tiger, turtle and snake on the left, and the tiger Shouhe and the same on the right."

He added, "Will it flow?"

Win the illness followed and recited the flow poem: "Say that I am a stream, not a stream, the three rivers will flow for ten thousand years, the five lakes will meet the three rivers, and the iron lock will come out." ”

After reading the two songs, he didn't have the heart to talk to him anymore, he didn't look back, pointed sideways at Lin Fang, who had been silently watching, frowned and said: "This is my card, she is an old shirt, don't mess around."

The so-called land card refers to the mother, and the old lining means that she is not on this road. I don't want to get involved with her, which means that if there is anything to do, just come to him.

The man grinned, glared at Ying Yiji and said, "Bright spots!" Then let's see if you know each other, stop talking nonsense, come with us. ”

Winning the disease will not be because of their status in the rivers and lakes, just a few words and follow the stupid left. His tone also became stiff, and he looked at him and said, "What do you ask me to do?"

"Don't talk nonsense, we always have a scoop to invite, do you dare to come!"

It's limited to win the illness and endure it, and I'm repeatedly threatened in front of my adoptive mother at home, and even if I go, I won't be escorted away like a dog!

Ying Yiji's face was expressionless, and he walked towards him step by step, walking very slowly but very strongly, and said lightly: "What are you talking about?"

The cold man's face changed, he dared to provoke himself, ignoring his boss, you are enough!

Without saying a word behind him, the six people who were watching coldly looked at Ying Sick with contempt, just waiting for them to teach him a good lesson and know the rules of the road!

Win the illness has walked slowly, walked in front of the mourning standard, and stopped instantly when he was a step away, and even felt each other's breathing. In his cold eyes, Ying Sick stretched his waist and smiled very weirdly:

"You did one unforgivable thing wrong."

The tone of the victory is very flat, but it is very exciting.

"That's me off!"

Win the illness has been quite arrogant words to put down.

The breath of the whole body waiting for the situation, suddenly, he moved!

"Smack"!

Win the illness and slapped him hard.

I don't know when, Ying Yiji's right hand has been put on a four-fingered tiger.

Smiling slightly, he leaned forward, a knee rushed, the knee hit his stomach, a muffled sound just came out, and he turned his hip and shoulder sharply to the right with lightning speed, his left elbow was slightly raised, and his heel was rotated outward. With a swing of the punch, the left fist will have a whipping effect, as if a bullet had been fired.

A left hook that hits hard!

In an instant, the body of the mourning standard immediately fell backwards like a kite with a broken string, and the centaurs he brought saw the body of the usually domineering brother of the mourning standard who fell over, and was beaten down cleanly by a young man, and they were all dumbfounded.

The six burly men looked at the momentum and domineering of the young man in front of them in surprise.

All of them accepted their contempt, and they lit up their bright machetes, and the sharp blades seemed to be ready to cover up the past and drink blood!

Looking at the machete that flashed with cold light, he was not afraid of illness at all, and he still had a smile on his face, as if he didn't feel the impending danger at all!

Six people moved.

Although they were ordered when they came out, they should not kill anyone, but only invite him, but they didn't say how they were invited, and they didn't mind putting a few cuts on him to make him ignorant!

The machete slashed quickly and quickly.

Made of Inkai Yama knives that are usually two feet long, made of carbon steel, light and sharp. Black. Gangs split each other, using open mountains and watermelon knives are usually cut but not stabbed, and no one can die, so they are not afraid of accidents.

Win the illness but don't care about these, people move, he also moves, his body is as fast as a strong crossbow, like a small flying cloud, the elusive flying soul phantom, in the crowd, calmly dodge, crowded among them and suddenly flying, suddenly floating.

It was as if heavy clouds were thick, and the offensive of the wind and waves instantly failed on him.

Before their knives fell, he slammed his fist under their armpits.

Walking like a plow, landing like roots, sweeping their legs with a blow in the melee, winning the disease has not allowed them to breathe, the legs are like arrows kicking their chests, and in an instant two strong men with high oxen and horses are like kites with broken strings kicked out far away.

Win the disease has been unusually ruthless, each move is to attack the opponent's vital point, a hundred battles like insects, every time you can grasp their switch moves, instantly stop the gap of the attack, fast and slow, fists like meteors, feet like bullets, fiercely whipped on several people.

Within a moment, the fists and feet were flying, the figures were flashing, and people were constantly falling out, and these few old boys who had obviously worked hard for many years had almost no backhand power, and they all lay on the ground and howled, moaning and moaning.

All of a sudden, wailing and rolling in all directions.

Win the illness has taken a few steps forward, and glanced around with cold eyes.

All of them had blood in their mouths, unable to fight any longer, and each of them turned pale and looked at the devilish man in front of them in horror, not knowing how he had developed his skills.

This handsome and charming young man has a calm smile on his face.

Step by step, towards the person who was lying on the ground and wanted to struggle to get up, he slowly walked over, passed the people who fell to the ground and wailed, came to the front of the mourning standard, squatted down and patted his face, and said lightly: "Aren't you very good?" Now give me Cheng Cheng a look at the majesty! Well! ”

As soon as the words fell, the mourning standard, who had already fallen to the ground, suddenly became flexible, rolled up on the spot, and slashed away with his palm.

Hurry like fireworks.

Those old boys were overjoyed, but they were disappointed. The reaction was faster than the speed of the computer, and his right hand was even faster than him, slashing at the arm of the dead target, and the hard and strong arm instantly became weak and hung down, and the offensive suddenly slowed down.

Winning the disease has worn the left fist of the finger tiger, which has accurately smashed on the left cheek of the dead target, this time it is heavier and more ruthless than just now, directly knocking him into the wall and falling to the ground.

Although there are only a few tricks, the power to win the disease is terrifying.

After a few flutters, the mourning standard couldn't get up no matter how hard he struggled, although he didn't groan or scream in pain from beginning to end!

He stood idly, with his hands on his back, looking down at him and saying, "Are you still here?"

Mourning Biao had a cold and broken face, opened his eyes with hematoma, and gritted his teeth: "Wing Chun and Xingyi Boxing?"

Ip Man, as a child of an old-fashioned family, was able to inherit Wing Chun. Later, when he was exiled to Hong Kong, he received disciples from all walks of life, from the gentry to the common people, and it was not surprising that he could learn from his illness, but he was able to practice such power, which made people gasp.

Ying Yiji said in a calm tone: "I have learned, I am learning."

"Let's stop talking nonsense, sue me, what's the matter with Big Boss Ma looking for me?"

"I don't know, our boss asked someone to investigate you...... Then he asked us to invite you to meet him, just one word. He said in fits and starts.

Ying Yiji listened quietly, without the slightest impatience in his eyes, and let out a chuckle quietly after listening: "Since this is the case, then let's go, I also want to meet the four major families of Xiangjiang."

Don't look at the fact that you can put down a few of them, but can you still put down hundreds of horses and avoid countless pursuits? I didn't want to be forced all the time just now, and slapping the boss in the face in front of me is different from slapping the younger brother in the face outside, so I'm not too worried about winning the disease.

Now it was different from just now, looking at Ying Sick Ji who still had a smile on his face, several people had a chill in their backs, as if they were facing a demon with germs. There is no longer any contempt for him.

Knowing that he couldn't move him, the words of the mourning standard softened: "You're so good!" If we do, please come with us. ”

Several people stood up with each other's arms, and the mourning standard propped up the wall and rubbed together.

Winning the illness glanced at them with interest, and in the face of a few people, his whole body did not dare to relax in the slightest, so that they would attack him with a killer.

Turned around, raised her head, and met the eyes sent by Lin Fang from a distance, the pity that she had sighed and was happy was suddenly anxious again, she couldn't speak, and she could only look at it helplessly, and she couldn't help it, and she couldn't help it, and she was sick and deep in her eyes, with apologies, and returned with a reassuring smile: "Don't worry, I'll be back soon!"

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