The sick cat who was taken away from the bridge by Xiaohua was about to fall into the lake on the edge of the bridge, only to see him twist his body in the air a few times in a row, and suddenly stretched out his arm to reach the guardrail by the bridge.

At this moment, Wan Lin was already standing at the head of the bridge with a gun, and on the other side of the bridge was a small flower with shiny eyes and leopard eyes.

"Good kung fu!" Wan Lin said quietly, slowly inserting the pistol into the holster, his eyes flashing brightly, looking at the sick cat.

"Leopard?" The sick cat asked coldly, and the strange Chinese pronunciation seemed particularly cold and gloomy in the dark and silent center of the lake. Wan Lin nodded slightly.

"Good! Soldier? The sick cat looked at Wan Lin's special training uniform and asked again. You too? Wan Lin nodded and asked rhetorically.

Hearing Wan Lin's rhetorical question, the sick cat's originally sickly and godless eyes suddenly lit up, and a smile appeared on his pale face. With his left hand raised, he threw the automatic rifle he was holding into the lake beside him.

"Horn", the automatic rifle fell into the calm lake and stirred up a large splash, and the large white splash slowly rose under the reflection of the moonlight, and then quietly and slowly fell into the calm lake, leaving a circle and a circle of gradually expanding ripples on the quiet water surface.

Wan Lin quietly watched as he threw away the automatic rifle and nodded slightly.

"I used to be a soldier, so let's end this qiē in a military way!" The sick cat suddenly looked at Wan Lin in an impassioned tone, and his shining eyes were like a sharp blade, shooting directly into Wan Lin's eyes.

At this time, Wan Lin's eyes were as calm as water, and his plain eyes greeted the shining eyes of the sick cat, and he called softly: "Little flower."

Before the words fell, a gust of wind swept over the sick cat's head, and in a blink of an eye, Xiaohua was already standing quietly on the bridge railing behind Wan Lin.

When Xiaohua, a beast, crossed the top of the sick cat's head, the sick cat's whole body tensed and did not move. Wan Lin stared at him with both eyes and nodded, he understood: this is the trust and respect of a sick cat for a soldier!

Wan Lin's eyes showed a hint of respect, and his face gradually became solemn. He knew that being able to maintain this composure in a life-and-death fight was definitely a top master.

He slowly raised his hands, and the sick cat raised his hands as well, and both of them clearly saw that the other's hands were empty.

"Come on", Wan Lin said softly, and his plain eyes suddenly burst out with a gleam.

The four brilliant eyes slammed into the air, and they seemed to burst into sparks. The calm lake around the small bridge suddenly collided with the eyes of the two, and the water ripples floated into the distance.

The sick cat's eyes suddenly darkened, but he didn't pause, his right foot stepped forward, and his right hand was raised to wipe Wan Lin's chest.

Wan Lin's right hand was erected on his chest, his body leaned back slightly, and the sick cat's right hand floated past Wan Lin's chest with the sound of the wind. Seeing that he had dodged the opponent's attack, Wan Lin straightened up and was about to step forward to fight back

"Slap", the arm that the sick cat had just hit in the air suddenly came back at an incredible angle, hit Wan Lin's right arm hard, and then kicked Wan Lin's lower yin.

The heavy blow on his arm made Wan Lin frown unconsciously, and the soles of his instinctive feet flew out in the direction of the opponent's blow, just dodging the kick of the sick cat, and at the moment when Wan Lin's body flew out of the guardrail of the small bridge, his toes hooked the guardrail, and his body jumped up like a bird, and his palms were in the air to shoot at the sick cat who followed up.

The sick cat's body suddenly writhed strangely twice, and the two strong winds of "Whoa" and "Whoa" swept past him, blowing the clothes on his body and making his face like a knife.

The guardrail on the side of the sick cat suddenly made two breaking sounds, and a small bridge guardrail more than one meter long and thick with a fist was broken by two swift palm winds shot out by Wanlin in the air, "snap", and hit the lake hard, causing a splash in the sky.

The sick cat dodged the palm wind, and flew back upside down like electricity, standing on the bridge deck seven or eight meters away from Wan Lin in a blink of an eye, staring at Wan Lin incredulously: "Internal strength? Wan Lin's eyes were also full of surprise: "Ancient yoga? ”

Neither of them answered each other's questions, but they both understood the origin of each other's martial arts. Both of them are also the best in kung fu, and they both know that it is difficult to find masters who are proficient in both types of kung fu now. I didn't expect these two kung fu masters to meet here today!

Since Wan Lin killed Xiao R Ben in a fighting tournament, he has been looking at the characteristics and origins of martial arts in the world. I know that there is an ancient yoga technique that has long been lost, and when practiced to the depths of the essence, the whole body seems to be soft and boneless, the joints can be twisted at will, and the body is as light as a swallow, and it is said that the highest state can fly in the air.

He guessed from the sick cat's quick body and the fact that he hit himself in an impossible situation, as well as the fact that he had just dodged his palm at such close range, and that the other party might be the best in the genre.

And the sick cat broke the guardrail from Wan Lin's sharp palm wind in the air, and judged the origin of the other party's kung fu, he didn't expect that this kind of legendary master of internal strength would let himself run into it.

The two of them stood quietly on the bridge, both reassessing their opponents, thinking about their own strategies against the enemy, and the expressions on their faces were very solemn.

Wan Lin slowly took a step back, slowly raised his arm, and clasped his hands into fists to salute the other party. The sick cat was stunned for a moment, and also clenched his fists.

Both are saluting each other's kung fu. After giving the salute, Wan Lin suddenly said: "Offended!" The training uniform on his body suddenly "whoosh", a breath suddenly forced out of his body, and Xiaohua's body, which was lying on the guardrail of the small bridge not far behind, shook violently, and jumped upside down and onto the shore. The guardrail on the bridge "creaked" under the pressure of the powerful aura.

Wan Lin knew that the other party's body was as light as a swallow, his body was extremely sensitive, and the bones of his whole body could be twisted at will, just now he was slapped because he was not familiar with the other party's kung fu, and now his shoulder bones were still aching, so he first forced his luck to protect his whole body.

The sick cat's face tightened, and his body suddenly shook, like a willow in the wind, swaying back and forth like a black smoke drifting in front of Wan Lin. At the moment when the two approached, the sick cat felt a powerful aura suddenly envelop him, as if the air beside him suddenly froze, and the swinging fists and feet seemed to be frozen, followed by a sharp pain in his chest.

At the moment when the two met, Wan Lin suddenly increased his strength and separated the opponent's arm across his chest, and the middle finger of his right hand was inserted into the opponent's chest like lightning.