Xiang Yu, a controversial figure in history, some people think that he was stubborn and self-serving, and exiled Liu Bang at the Hongmen banquet, so that the world was lost.

But some people think that he is a promise and full of manly spirit, and would rather abandon the world than go back on his word.

Whether it is good or bad, what is indelible is Xiang Yu's bravery.

It is rumored that Xiang Yusheng has the appearance of an emperor, has heavy eyes, and is proficient in eighteen kinds of weapons, among which he loves the hegemony of a hundred soldiers...... Halberd.

When Xiang Yu raised the army, a meteorite fell from the sky in Huiji County, Xiang Liang privately invited the local celebrities who cast weapons to use this stone to take iron to forge weapons for Xiang Yu, and finally forged into a giant tiger head plate dragon halberd after nine days and nine nights, one zhang two feet nine inches long, weighing 129 pounds, only the rod has the thickness of the mouth of the bowl, Xiang Yu named it "ghost god"!

This halberd often requires two people to work together to lift, but Xiang Yu's natural divine power makes this halberd only use one hand, and later created a set of invincible tricks "one-handed eighteen picks"!

Since then, the battlefield has been brave, and no one has a wing.

And the tattoo on Yang Yi's arm perfectly portrays Xiang Yu's bravery, the invincible lonely figure in the world, which goes straight into everyone's hearts.

It seemed that Xiang Yu was about to jump out, the halberd swept, and shouted loudly: "Bold, who dares to offend my Western Chu Overlord!" ”

Everyone looked at the scarlet tattoo, and couldn't help but be stupid, such a fine craftsmanship is definitely a needle pierced by hand, I really can't imagine that there are people with such craftsmanship in the world.

At least Jincheng's top 'tattoo hall' can't do it.

Even Hua Xuan yearns for such a beautiful tattoo.

"Hey, Tu Baozi, where are your tattoos?" Zhao Anyu finally couldn't stand her best friend's glancing and asked.

Yang Yi raised his eyebrows and asked obscenely, "What's wrong?" Would you like to have one? In this way, if you agree to get a tattoo, I'll tell you what kind of tattoo you have. ”

The story of Farewell My Concubine, a three-year-old child knows that the clever Zhao Anyu didn't know that he was being molested, and his pretty face was slightly red and hateful glanced at Yang Yi.

", the dog can't spit ivory out of his mouth!"

"I'll see if you spit it out!"

After speaking, ignoring the angry Zhao Anyu, Yang Yi set his eyes on Uncle Li in front of him, and sneered: "You will pay the price for ruining my shirt." ”

The shirt was an eighteen-year-old gift from Xu Zi, a total of three, Yang Yi cherished each one of them, and he usually felt distressed for a long time when he got a little stain.

After that, he suddenly attacked, his legs seemed to be equipped with strong springs, bent slightly, and jumped suddenly, and his figure was already in mid-air.

His feet were slightly wrong, one after the other, and Yang Yi was like a cannonball hitting Uncle Li's front door.

This seemingly ordinary flying kick, in fact, hides several changes, false and real, true and false, if you don't pay attention to it, the head blooms is a trivial matter.

A hint of surprise flashed in Uncle Li's eyes, he didn't expect that this young man who looked weak turned out to be a martial artist.

Compared with Yang Yi, Uncle Li does not have the slightest advantage in physical fitness, and the only thing he relies on is fighting experience.

And Yang Yi also saw this, so as soon as he shot, it was a thunderous blow, with the help of the power and speed of the bounce, plus the weight of the body, Yang Yi's kick was six hundred catties, to say the least.

If Uncle Li takes it hard, he will never be unscathed.

The strong wind was blowing, mixed with a fishy smell, and Uncle Li clearly saw a piece of black chewing gum on the sole of the shoe.

didn't have time to think more, Uncle Li almost reflexively threw out his sleeves, and the empty cuffs were like iron cables wrapped around Yang Yi's legs.

The bottom of the kettle was drawn, which directly blocked Yang Yi's next move to rely on the transformation of his legs.

This is not the end, Uncle Li suddenly struck a 'jack fall', pulled Yang Yi's legs and fell, and his whole person was thrown out directly.

It's like a person standing on a car, the car is moving suddenly, and the person's legs don't move, but the upper body is shaking and swinging.

The physical inertia was perfectly used by Uncle Li to defuse Yang Yi's powerful blow.

The whole process seemed to have been perfectly designed, flowing smoothly and in one go, until Yang Yi withdrew several steps in a row to stabilize his figure, and Zhao Anyu and Hua Xuan, who were watching from the sidelines, said in surprise 'Oh Maiga'.

"Come on Uncle Li......" Hua Xuan waved her little fist to cheer for Uncle Li, and the slogan she shouted was extremely thunderous.

"Burn his whole family, beat his mother......"

Yang Yi gritted his teeth and said, "You wait, see if I don't spank you!" ”

"Oh, Sister Yu, he's going to spank me...... Hua Xuan covered her little buttocks pitifully, "People are afraid of pain, or ...... Sister Yu asked him to fight......"

Zhao Anyu next to him rolled his eyes, looking 'I don't know you', this girlfriend is so brainless that she is embarrassed to say hello when she pulls it out.

Uncle Li smiled bitterly, from the previous moment, he had already distinguished Yang Yi's strength.

Level 2 Elite.

Martial arts is a bright culture of the Chinese nation, which is enduring, flowing in origin, carrying thousands of years of history and radiating to many countries.

Although bordering countries such as stick countries and island countries do not recognize that their martial arts are inherited through China, there are many unique features of Chinese martial arts.

Internationally, a systematic level of strength has been introduced, which is very practical for various countries, from the first-level elite to the ninth-level elite.

The first-level elite can defeat dozens of ordinary adults, although there are a lot of such strengths, but they are far from reaching the point of being as many as dogs.

As for the strength of the second-level elite, it is a geometric multiple of the first-level elite.

Such people are rare, they are completely beyond the limits of the human body, and in Uncle Li's memory, the entire Jincheng can't find a hand.

Further up, the third-level and fourth-level elites are even more rare, as for the fifth-level and sixth-level elites...... Sorry, but do you think they're human?

Therefore, Uncle Li's mood at this time was a lot more solemn, a young man actually had a powerful strength comparable to him, how could this not surprise Uncle Li.

"Who the hell is this guy? Could it be that the killer sent by Mr. Zhao's enemies failed? ”

Uncle Li was suspicious in his heart, but he felt that it was unlikely, if it was really a killer sent by Mr. Zhao's enemy, he would definitely be directly unfavorable to Zhao Anyu and Hua Xuan after entering the villa, where would it be his turn to come?

Although I can't figure out what went wrong, this doesn't conflict with Uncle Li's determination to protect Zhao Anyu and Hua Xuan.

"Drink!"

Uncle Li snorted softly, and rushed towards Yang Yi like a tiger descending the mountain, his two arms hidden deep in his sleeves, and his figure was fluttering.

He reached out his talons as he ran, as if he were going to lock his throat deeply.

Yang Yi was just about to respond, suddenly his eyelids jumped, and he caught a glimpse of a flash in the afterglow, he hurriedly retreated, and the moment his palm poked out, an extra silver needle appeared between his index finger and middle finger.

"Boom......"

A series of soft groans, and there were dozens of silver needles in the air at some point, flickering with cold light.

Han Mang confided, and the silver needles attacked all parts of Yang Yi's body, sealing all his retreats up and down, left and right.

There was only one way left behind him to escape, but no matter how fast Yang Yi was, he couldn't help but scold Uncle Li for being despicable and shameless in his heart.