"Miley, it's okay, this uncle said that as long as Jensen can defeat him, you can leave safely."

Hou Zhengdong smiled and translated the middle-aged uncle's words into English and said them to Miley, obviously, in Miley's heart, Jensen could easily defeat this middle-aged uncle.

"You can speak English, young man."

The middle-aged uncle put away his posture and stepped in front of Hou Zhengdong in a few steps, with a look of pride on his face, and stretched out his hand to point at Jensen who was standing opposite him, "That's right, you sue this foreign devil, as long as he can defeat me, no one will stop them from leaving." ”

Hou Zhengdong nodded, and translated the middle-aged uncle's words to Jensen, the big man was suddenly overjoyed, and raised his hand to Miley excitedly, the bulging tendon flesh on his arm was shining in the sun because of sweat stains, "Miley, did you hear me, as long as I defeat this person, we can leave safely." ”

"Look at him, little arms, little legs, my big Jensen can smash him apart in a circle."

Miley was also a little moved, and even forgot what Hou Zhengdong told her just now, her beautiful eyes blinked, she looked at Hou Zhengdong cautiously, and stretched out her hand to point at the middle-aged uncle, "What you said is true, as long as Jensen can defeat that person, we can leave?" ”

"Yes, as long as Jensen can defeat him, you can leave."

Hou Zhengdong nodded, and turned his gaze to the middle-aged uncle, "Uncle, they don't believe what you say." ”

"Young man, you sue them, my name is Ming Chunqiu, and what I say has never been counted." The middle-aged uncle slapped his chest hard and opened his arms, "Everyone said, right." ”

"Yes, yes, Mr. Ming has always spoken and counted."

"That's it, who in our old street doesn't know Mr. Ming."

The crowd began to chim.

Hou Zhengdong's heart moved, and he immediately remembered that Peng Huiming said that Uncle Ming, who was in his fifties, could it be the middle-aged uncle in front of him?

"Miley, you see, this person is very prestigious in Lao Cai, as long as Jensen can beat him, you can leave."

Hou Zhengdong smiled and nodded to Miley, and stepped back, he wanted to take a good look at which school of Taoist kung fu Ming Chunqiu used, Peng Huiming explained that Chunqiu had been a Taoist priest, but he didn't know which faction he belonged to, and he should be able to see the clues after a while.

"Jensen, be careful, don't hurt people."

Miley frowned, glanced at Ming Chunqiu and reminded Jensen in a whisper, in case he didn't control his strength and beat the little old man to death with one punch, then they wouldn't want to leave this place alive.

"Miley, don't worry, I will definitely be able to control the power." Jensen smiled, revealing a mouth full of snow-white teeth, "This time, I want to have a good understanding of Chinese kung fu to see if it is as magical as the legend, you see that he is a master of Chinese kung fu." ”

Although Jensen said that he wanted to understand the power of Chinese kung fu, he did not pay attention to the little old man in front of him, and moved the joints of his whole body slightly, ready to put the little old man over as quickly as possible.

And Ming Chunqiu, who was standing opposite Jensen, was even simpler, his left foot stepped forward very casually, his left hand turned over, his palm facing the sky, his right hand, and his right palm were backwards, and his eyes were staring at Jensen tightly.

Jensen snorted coldly, his left foot was forced, his left fist was protected by his waist, his right arm was across his chest, he twisted his waist, and his right foot kicked at Ming Chunqiu's neck like lightning.

Hou Zhengdong's eyes were firmly fixed on Ming Chunqiu, Jensen's posture was to win with strength and speed, in terms of strength, Jensen had an advantage over Ming Chunqiu, unless Ming Chunqiu's Taoist martial arts cultivation was successful, otherwise, he could only win by skill, and Taoist kung fu was never won by strength.

Ming Chunqiu's eyes lit up, seeing Jensen's kick, his feet were retracted, his head tilted back slightly, his right hand was quickly raised to his chest, and his right fist smashed down like lightning.

Jensen's right foot swept over Ming Chunqiu's chest, seeing that one kick failed to deal with the little man, his waist pole twisted, ready to hit the ground with his right foot, and immediately used his left knee to attack Ming Chunqiu, who had not yet straightened his waist, he had already ignored Ming Chunqiu's palm, which was impossible to catch up.

Immediately afterward, he felt a numbness in the calf of his right foot, and a piercing pain made his heart throb, but after all, Jensen was a brutally trained man in the American army, and had participated in several wars, and his ability to endure pain was much stronger than that of ordinary soldiers.

Although his right foot hurt terribly, Jensen knew that the opportunity could not be missed, as soon as his right foot landed, he endured the pain of penetrating his heart, reached out with both hands, grabbed Ming Chunqiu's shoulders, raised his left leg, and pushed his left knee up fiercely.

Ming Chunqiu dodged Jensen's kick with an iron plate bridge, although the fist did not catch up with Jensen's calf, but at the last moment, the finger of his right fist bounced away, and the middle finger flicked on Jensen's right calf.

Under the infusion of true qi, Ming Chunqiu's right middle finger was as hard as steel, and his fingertips cut through the trouser tube of Jensen's jeans, and a wisp of blood splattered out.

However, Ming Chunqiu's body also lost its balance because of this blow, and at this moment, Jensen grabbed it with both hands, and he let his shoulders be grabbed and straightened his waist.

As soon as Ming Chunqiu straightened his waist, Jensen's left knee had already pushed up, and in a hurry, he put his hands together and blocked Jensen's knee hard, and at the same time, his left foot stepped out of the waist pole and twisted, leaning heavily towards Jensen, knocking Jensen away.

Hou Zhengdong's eyes lit up, he had already seen that there was a sense of harmony between Yin and Yang between the moves of Ming Chunqiu, and it was very likely that the exercises practiced by this guy were passed down from the Xuanmen Sect.

Jensen's feet staggered, and there was a piercing pain in his right foot, and when he looked down, he saw that the pipe of his jeans had been scratched, and a wisp of blood was slowly flowing out.

This qiē happened too quickly, he just felt that the calf of his right foot seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, and he thought that the other party had a knife in his hand, so he immediately raised his head and looked, and saw that the fingertips of the little old man's right hand on the opposite side were stained with a trace of red blood, and there was no weapon in his hand, nor on the ground.

The special forces of the United States naturally would not admit defeat so lightly, Jensen roared angrily, took a step with his left foot, and rushed over with a swing fist in his right hand, although he didn't understand how the little old man injured his right leg, however, he believed that this punch that condensed all his strength would definitely be able to knock the little old man flying.

In a fit of rage, Jensen had forgotten Miley's reminder and was only thinking about smashing the old man who had injured his right leg into meat sauce.

Ming Chunqiu was stunned when he saw this, his brows twisted, his body was slightly on one side, his mind moved, and the true qi in the dantian was instantly poured into his right palm, with five fingers, he grabbed Jensen's fist, and pulled it downwards and upwards.

Jensen's whole body rolled over in the air, fell heavily to the ground, screamed involuntarily, and tried to struggle to get up from the ground, but a big foot stepped down in the air and stepped on his chest, and a strong surge came over his chest like a small mountain, making him almost breathless.

"Jensen, Jensen, how are you?"

Miley was dumbfounded and screamed and pounced.