The thin crab suddenly exerted force under his feet, and his originally lame left leg suddenly exerted force like a spring! His body rushed towards Lin Ling like a cannonball!

Punch out! Smash into Brown's chest!

Lin Ling was caught off guard, but he didn't expect the other party to start fighting without saying a word.

Only a crisp sound was heard, and the strong impact force only made Lin Ling take a few steps back before stabilizing his body.

Instead, the skinny crab covered his fist and screamed in pain.

Practice qi into the pulse, early stage.

According to the impact of this punch, Lin Ling had a rough judgment in his heart.

People who take qi training as the foundation of cultivation gradually catch up with the physical fitness after cultivating into the sea of clouds, although their strength is higher than that of ordinary people, but compared with those who practice physical fitness, I am afraid that it is a grade lower.

The thin crab really couldn't figure it out, the punch just now had at least three hundred catties of strength, and it was a sudden attack when the other party was unprepared, and it didn't make sense that the other party was not injured at all. On the contrary, it was as if he had smashed on an iron plate, and his fist was numb.

"Phew! I touched a king, it's a hard stubble. The old crab pursed his lips, "The body is so strong, I'm afraid it's the foundation of the body, and it can stop me at this age, don't be a person from the Cang Scar faction." ”

The Cangji faction was brightly dressed, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple were known all over the world, but the brown robes of this peripheral disciple were not famous.

Lin Ling patted his chest, if the old crab's punch hit Lin Ling, it would naturally be a little uncomfortable. But Lin Ling's overweight vest was still worn, and the punch naturally smashed on the iron plate, which was like an itch in a boot for Lin Ling, but he was just pushed.

"You are not soldiers of Luohe City. This is an affirmative sentence, without a trace of doubt, Lin Ling glanced at the three people in soldier clothes, "Fluttershy is only five years old, and she has no grievances with you, why do you want to kill her?"

In troubled times, do you need a reason to kill people?

Skinny Crab seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and once upon a time, when he killed someone for the first time, he was also scared and blamed himself.

But in his world, if he didn't do it at that time, then from that day on, there would be no more names for the three of them 'Dahe Sanxian'.

Killing became a habit of survival.

"Anyone who gets in our way has to die!" Thin Crab shook his hand and pulled out a slender iron tong, "Now that includes you!"

Iron pincers are the famous weapon of thin crabs, the pincers are half a meter long, and they can destroy gold and broken stones!

I don't know how many limbs this dark red iron tong cut short before it was dyed with this dark red blood!

Lin Ling, who had never practiced the move, frowned slightly in the face of this iron tong.

The iron tongs clicked, accompanied by the strange steps of the thin crab, and every sound made people's hearts tighten.

However, Lin Ling's body is flexible, if it weren't for the heavy armor he was carrying, his speed could have doubled!

The more the thin crab fought, the more frightened he became, and the punch just now made him guess that Lin Ling was born in physical training, and he must focus on physical strength, just like a fat fish, his body was bulky and not very flexible.

With his own iron tongs out of the sheath, coupled with the strange steps on the bamboo slips, it is impossible not to catch this child who is less than 1.6 meters!

You must know that there are no less than ten physical training masters who died in his iron tongs, and the strongest ones are already in the middle of physical training!

This kid in front of him is not simple!

Thin Crab naturally didn't know that Lin Ling's heart was depressed, he could only keep dodging, and he had no chance to find an opportunity from his strange steps and give the other party a counterattack.

Even if you have the power of a thousand catties, how can you get out?

The thin crab was unwilling, and his hands were getting faster and faster.

Lin Ling tried his best to avoid the opponent's attack, and he couldn't distinguish the mental drive on the heavy armor vest, so his actions seemed to be slow.

The power of Qi training lies in the flexibility of the repellent, and the thin crab knows this truth well, so he took out his weapon as soon as possible to avoid a head-on conflict with Lin Ling.

However, the biggest disadvantage of practicing qi is the fragility of the body! Of course, it is relative to the training of the body.

Lin Ling fought in Luohe City and had a general understanding of his strength.

As soon as the trembling fist comes out, even in the middle of ordinary physical training, you will be crippled!

So, this physical strength is not as good as the early stage of entering the pulse in the middle of the exercise?

"Fight!" Lin Ling steadied himself, "Second Senior Brother, it's all up to you!"

Seeing that Lin Ling didn't dodge or dodge, the thin crab was overjoyed in his heart, and pinched it hard!

Lin Ling suddenly raised his left hand, and the iron tongs were accurately clamped on his left wrist!

This iron tong has cut the bodies of countless heroes, as long as it is flesh and blood, the skinny crab has never been cut!

Before the thin crab was happy, he only heard a crisp metal collision sound, and the thin crab scolded secretly: "This girl has even practiced her hands to become a king!"

But Lin Ling's arm is protected by an iron piece! This is a net-like weight-bearing iron piece embedded in his underwear that the second senior brother has figured out by himself after experiencing the pain of physical training! With this layer of protection, the original iron-fisted weight will not cut his arm out of the road scar because of friction.

Originally, it was just a small object, and Lin Ling didn't think it would come in handy at this time!

"Trembling fist!" Lin Ling seized this moment of pause, and punched suddenly with his right hand!

The sound of breaking the air is rising!

One punch and three trembling!

Accurately bombarded the slender body of the skinny crab!

......As soon as the thin crab's words fell, the bloodshot eyes instantly crept up, and infinite horror permeated his body!

That's the fear of broken veins!

The skinny crab sat down slowly, as if it were a very ordinary tea chat, and sat down.

It's just that there are no chairs and no tea here, just sitting on the floor.

In the eyes of Lao Shrimp and Fat Fish, Lin Ling's punch was powerless, but the thin crab's series of extremely slow movements formed a strong contrast with Lin Ling and Lin Ling's face flushed.

The skinny crab's leg was still lame, and he pulled his left leg up extremely unnaturally, and then started from his neck to his entire cheek, which was congested and red!

The originally somewhat eyes were crawling with bloodshots, and a mouthful of red vomited out of his mouth, which made the flush on his body slowly fade.

The cold iron tongs were like a general unarmoured, leaning beside him, and the thin crab spit out a sentence only after half a salary: "You...... Bifurcation...... of!"

Even if he was beaten to the ground, he still didn't admit defeat.

Lin Ling still didn't have a fundamental understanding of his own strength, and this punch went out, implying an extremely profound body training secret technique.

A sword and a hundred stabs, a hammer and a hundred tremors, all of them are the superior exercises of the body of the white tiger!

Although Lin Ling's punches and tremors were still in the initial stage, their power should not be underestimated, let alone hitting the cultivators who had entered the veins with Qi cultivation.

The thin crab was already weak, and Lin Ling's punch hit him right on the underbelly.

Under the punch, although it was impossible to destroy the muscles and veins of the whole body, it still caused the thin crab to suffer internal injuries and could not move for a while.

"Old crab?" the fat fish stared at the little girl who was sleeping on his back and gently handed it to the dwarf old shrimp, brushed his parted and greasy hair upward, and ran in the direction of the thin crab.