With cruel words in his mouth, Lin Sha didn't dare to slack off in his heart!

He has heard of Yan Zhendong's name, and in recent times, the well-known people in the rivers and lakes of Foshan have picked several famous martial arts halls, and his kung fu in an iron cloth shirt has reached a very high level, and he is definitely a master of foreign skills that is not easy to provoke!

How to say that Bao Zhilin is a special existence on the rivers and lakes of Foshan, although in recent times, both the cheap master Huang Feihong and their brothers have been involved in a lot of energy in the affairs of the militia, but the rumors and latest developments on the rivers and lakes of Foshan have their own news channels continue to spread to their ears.

Slowly walking towards the small square in front of the middle hall, there was no anger or anger in his heart, but a fierce battle intent that was both familiar and unfamiliar rose!

How long has it been since this feeling of blood boiling?

Five years? Or six years?

In my previous life, when I first entered the black market ring, I had this kind of fighting spirit, but unfortunately after three or four bloody ring matches, this bloody impulse gradually disappeared, and was replaced by the normal work of chasing money as the goal.

Reborn into Huang Feihong's movie world, two months have passed, during which except for a little feeling when I was holding hands with a few senior brothers, the rest of the time was almost non-stop busy, inexplicably busy.

He almost forgot that he was a martial artist, a martial artist who pursued great strength!

His original plan was to learn the systematic internal fist cultivation methods and tricks from the cheap master Huang Feihong, and then work hard to cultivate and strive to reach the dark energy level before the age of thirty, so that he was basically satisfied!

Because except for a few senior brothers, he has not yet met a master, so he unconsciously fell into a misunderstanding, and felt that the rivers and lakes in the late Qing Dynasty were not enough, which was a problem with his vision.

However, Yan Zhendong's sudden appearance made his war spirit, which had been calmed down for many years, suddenly surging like a flood.

His eyes were awe-inspiring, and his blood was boiling, and he regained a little bit of the state he had in his previous life when he became a master of the Ming Jin Peak.

……

"You were found by the Sand River Gang?" Lin Sha suddenly opened his mouth tentatively.

"Hmph, Bao Zhilin is really disappointing, some guys with sharp mouths!"

Yan Zhendong's eyes flickered, but he snorted coldly in disdain.

Just kicked Huang Feihong's famous big disciple away, Yan Zhendong's heart was already hanging at this time, and he was more sure of this trip to the gym, and he didn't see a lot of unknown characters like Lin Sha at all.

Although he was a little puzzled by the inexplicable change in Lin Sha's temperament, there was a faint sense of familiarity, but at this time, his self-confidence had swelled to a certain point, and he was not even interested in taking a look at Lin Sha.

"Whether it's a trick or not, you only know if you have beaten it!"

was underestimated, Lin Sha didn't care, he knew Yan Zhendong's sudden kicking behavior, and rushed to Yan Zhendong after stepping on the unicorn in a few steps, and his right hand became a claw with a sharp wind and grabbed his shoulder.

"Boy, since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you!"

Yan Zhendong smiled fiercely, did not dodge or dodge, let Lin Sha's five fingers grasp his shoulder, his upper body and shoulder muscles expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his right leg kicked Lin Sha's lower abdomen like lightning with a whistling breath.

Iron cloth shirt for dog days!

Lin Sha felt the five fingers of his right hand hit a hard iron plate, and he was so numb from the shock that he almost lost consciousness.

But at this moment, Yan Zhendong's kick has arrived!

Lin Sha was prepared, the five toes of his right leg grasped the ground, and his left leg suddenly bent his knee forward, and when he couldn't make a move, he was on the calf and ankle kicked by Yan Zhendong.

Syllable!

A crisp muffled sound came out, and Yan Zhendong was knocked into a crooked figure, and had to retreat to adjust his center of gravity.

Lin Sha didn't get a good deal either, and was shocked by the huge anti-shock force from his knees.

"Boy, I didn't expect you to have two hands!"

Yan Zhendong's eyes flashed, and his face changed from the previous carelessness to seriousness.

"Iron cloth shirt Yan Zhendong, you are not bad!"

Lin Sha's eyes lit up with fierce fighting intent, and he fought back without showing weakness.

"Hmph, the kid who has a better mouth than the kung fu at hand, look at the trick!"

Yan Zhendong shouted violently, his body turned into a gust of wind, and he rushed to Lin Sha in an instant, and his fists and feet exploded loudly with his fists and feet, and he launched a fierce offensive against Lin Sha in the unique way of opening and closing in northern boxing.

Tiger Crane Double Fist! Fuhu I-boxing! Hongmen five-shaped fist!

Lin Sha was not afraid, and he roared out to show all what he had learned, the ferocious and domineering of the Hongmen Five-Form Fist, the fierceness and swiftness of the Fuhu I-shaped Fist, and the flexibility and ferocity of the Tiger and Crane Double-Form Fist were fully brought into play, and under the comprehensive suppression of Yan Zhendong, they launched fierce counterattacks from time to time.

Bang bang bang......

The sound of fists and feet clashing was like a drumbeat, the wind where the two were fighting was full of dust, the bricks and stones were cracked, the footprints were scattered, and the whistling air explosions were endless, shocking the eardrums.

Yan Zhendong was really unstoppable, relying on his superb iron cloth shirt kung fu to completely give up the defense, only one rushed violently and punched and used both fists and feet, opening and closing the room to launch a stormy and fierce attack on the forest sofa.

Lin Sha was miserable for a while, every time he touched Yan Zhendong's fists and feet, there would be a sharp pain in his hands and feet, and with the blood in his chest gushing, a young little face turned red.

At this time, he had exerted his greatest strength, and his Hongmen boxing technique made it handy and powerful, and he also prompted the initial strength of Ming Jin in a short period of time, otherwise he would have been defeated in the continuous collision of strength.

In the blink of an eye, the two fought more than 20 moves, Lin Sha had fallen into a complete disadvantage, under Yan Zhendong's ferocious attack, he only had the ability to parry and had no power to fight back, and the sequelae of forcibly urging his strength were not small, at this time he was already out of breath, his hands and feet were weak, and his consciousness did not support a few moves.

"Drink, get out of here!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lin Sha immediately took a strong breath, and his fists were like cannons popping out of the chamber, and the roar of the boom was deafening, and he felt that his fists were unconscious after a dozen punches with Yan Zhendong, so he reluctantly forced Yan Zhendong to retreat.

Damn, it seems that if you don't use a trick, you can't continue the battle with Yan Zhendong!

At this time, he was in pain all over his body, especially his hands and feet were bruised and swollen, and the corners of his mouth were bloody and his throat was hot and uncomfortable. The left cheek was high and swollen, and there were several bruises and purple fist marks clearly printed on his red chest, and his legs and feet were limping and he could barely stand.

But he completely ignored his own bad situation, his body began to jump and jump, shaking his hands and feet and making strange movements, and the crackling sound of his bones made people feel uneasy.

"Boy, you are very good, you can take so many moves from me and you are not defeated, surrender and fight again, you will definitely lose!" Yan Zhendong did not take the opportunity to launch an offensive, but stood in place with his eyes squinted, and his eyes were full of appreciation when he looked at Lin Sha.

"Hehe, the kid still has the strength to fight, Master Yan, don't talk too much!"

Wiped the blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, Lin Sha clenched his hands into fists, one front and one back at the level of his chest, making a boxing style that was standard in later generations, the steps under his feet were light and calm, and he slid forward and backward without dissatisfaction, and a strong man's domineering momentum on his body came out of his body......