In the original work, it took a lot of energy to defeat Yan Zhendong.

It's not that Yan Zhendong is too strong, to be honest, the two are still stronger than Huang Feihong. The reason why it is so difficult is entirely because of Huang Feihong's benevolent heart.

Throughout the plot of the movie, Yan Zhendong's appearance is always accompanied by heavy rain. He represents tragedy, of powerlessness against reality.

The reason why Yan Zhendong is not a bad person is precisely because he is dedicated to martial arts, wholeheartedly, and wants to get ahead with iron cloth shirts. But he encountered this era of the decline of martial arts, and he couldn't stop the musket with what he had learned.

When he couldn't fill his stomach, when he saw the power of firearms, his faith collapsed, and Yan Zhendong went to the extreme.

He is just a poor man, abandoned by the times and defeated by science. Shallow knowledge, collapsed faith, the education received from childhood to adulthood is no better than a bullet, and what you have learned can't stop the sound of a musket, what could be more tragic than this?

How many such people are there in this era?

The tens of thousands of troops were driven away by hundreds of white men with muskets, and the hundreds of people were terrified and frightened when they encountered white people, as if they were seeing ghosts and gods.

Scene by scene, looking at history, it is just a disaster of shallow knowledge and conservative thinking.

Just like the absurdity of being driven away by hundreds of armies by a few Manchu iron cavalry in the 10,000 years of the Ming Dynasty, in the later years of the Qing Dynasty, the once mighty children of the Eight Banners also experienced such a ridiculous scene.

Lock down the levels and isolate yourself from the world. can only fascinate the eyes, unable to see through the changes in the world, fall behind step by step, and finally turn into dust.

The tragedy was caused by the superiors.

The people have always been blindly following the innocent.

Wang Tian sighed in his heart, looking at Yan Zhendong's muscles like steel, and his skin was dark and strong. A pair of eyes flashed with infinite fighting intent, even hunger could not make him lose his physical strength, Wang Tian couldn't help but admire.

This is a real man, although his knowledge is shallow, but when his beliefs exist, he stands up to the sky and is arrogant.

"In that case, instead of you going down the old path, a lifetime of tragedy. It's better to defeat you, make you surrender, and contribute to the salvation of this country, which will be passed down through the ages. ”

Wang Tian's eyes were firm, and his heart was full of pride. Both hands clenched into fists and smashed into one punch.

Boom!!!

The fist was slightly painful, and a hint of fucking emotion suddenly rose in Wang Tian's heart: "Lao Tzu doesn't know martial arts." ”

"Brother Hand, don't make trouble."

Huang Feihong's face changed, and he shouted anxiously.

Everyone knows that Foshan Shadowless Feet is Huang Feihong's stunt, but they don't know that his most powerful and proficient is the tiger and crane double form that he has cultivated since childhood. Huang Feihong had just turned on the gesture, but saw his hands turn into fists and slammed over. Suddenly, Huang Feihong was shocked, and the golden rooster fell down without standing firmly on the right foot of the independent foot. He had to remind the mysterious creature in his hands not to mess with himself.

Otherwise, I'm afraid it will really be a shame.

Yan Zhendong looked down at his chest, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes: "With this bit of strength, Foshan has no shadow and no feet." Huang Feihong, let's try the power of my iron cloth shirt. ”

The fingers of his hands were thin, and the blood vessels were faintly visible. Like two chicken feet, it looks very ugly and terrifying. As soon as the words fell, he grabbed Huang Feihong's fists with both hands, and twisted them directly.

"That's a lot of strength!"

Huang Feihong was annoyed by his brother's self-assertions, but when he felt the strength of Yan Zhendong's hands, he was suddenly surprised in his heart, and secretly said that it was not good. These hands, as sharp as eagle claws, were clasped with their nails, and their wrists were suddenly bleeding. The powerful strength seemed to be stuck by an iron pick, so that Huang Feihong couldn't even struggle.

Wang Tian only felt a pain all over his body, and then pulled his hands hard. found that he didn't move at all, the physical strength he once thought he had evolved was as ridiculous as a child in front of Yan Zhendong.

Just for a moment, Wang Tian recognized the reality. secretly scolded 'cheating daddy', and then stopped struggling directly, so as not to make trouble for Huang Feihong. He also really understands that in front of martial arts masters, even in front of the most despised national arts masters, he is still a weak chicken.

The trace of arrogance in my heart also fell back in an instant, and the whole person sobered up a lot.

In an instant, Huang Feihong only felt that his hands were overtaken by himself again, and the feeling of blending made Huang Feihong ecstatic, and he almost didn't cry. In the past few months, the days of losing my hands have been unbearable.

With a slight wave of his hand, his hands clicked, and the qi and blood flowed all over his body, spreading throughout his body in an instant.

"Huh!"

Huang Feihong felt that the strength of his hands had become greater, and with the flow of qi and blood, that kind of powerful strength surprised Huang Feihong very much.

"What's going on? Has my constitution become stronger? ”

Huang Feihong wondered in his heart, the strength of his hands has now tripled, which is incredible. He glanced at the wrist that was grabbed by Yan Zhendong, and the joy in his heart made him more confident. I saw a shake of my wrist, the fingers of my hands were closed, and I trembled violently like a crane's beak, pointing towards Yan Zhendong's wrist.

The crane nodded, as fast as lightning.

Yan Zhendong only felt that his wrists were numb, and his arms lost their strength in an instant. He snapped and stepped back in shock. His legs were tied in a horse step, and with a roar, his arms were parallel, and his palms were pressed against the dantian.

From Wang Tian withdrawing his hand to leaving, to Huang Feihong getting out of trouble, it was only a moment.

But at this moment, Wang Tian couldn't see the situation, but Huang Feihong and Yan Zhendong, who were masters, saw the level of the two.

Huang Feihong was surprised that the strength of his hands increased, and Yan Zhendong felt the strongest. The thick battle intent in his eyes now turned solemn, and his slightly trembling wrist regained consciousness with the flow of qi and blood. He was originally practicing kung fu iron cloth shirt, and his strong body was like steel and iron bones. Yan Zhendong is confident, even in the face of sword soldiers, he is fearless. As long as it wasn't dozens of machetes slashing down at once, he would be able to kill all sides.

But he didn't expect that Huang Feihong's famous stunt Foshan Shadowless Feet hadn't been seen yet, but he was fingered by the other party, and he almost lost his combat effectiveness.

Horizontal training masters, the most scattered and hard, like a beast, like a god of war, masculine and strong, not good at fighting. And in the hard encounter, he was taken advantage of by Huang Feihong, and in an instant, Yan Zhendong understood that the other party's martial arts were higher than his own.

"Master Huang......" He even changed his title, with a hint of respect in his eyes. The powerful are always awe-inspiring: "I am not as good as Yan Zhendong, but the iron cloth shirt may not be as good as you." I also asked Master Huang to give advice, no matter what, after this battle, I Yan Zhendong was happy and convinced. ”

"Hey, since that's the case, then Huang will accompany you to fight. It's just that there are many people here, so it's better to go to the Baozhilin martial arts arena to avoid accidentally injuring others. ”

Huang Feihong also wanted to verify his strength, after all, the strength of his hands had increased, and he was also ecstatic, wanting to know how strong he was now. And Yan Zhendong happens to be his own whetstone.