Seeing Yang Yonghui, who was menacing when he came, Han Dali, who had put on a full posture, was a little surprised in his eyes, and there was a trace of panic.

He was careless.

Although it has been affirmed, Yang Yonghui must also be a martial artist. But in Han Dali's heart, the other party has just cultivated a little bit of fur at most, and he can only touch the threshold of "yellow level".

Or maybe you haven't even seen the edge of the threshold.

No matter what the level is, it is not enough for Han Dali, who has crossed the "yellow level" and has been stable for many years.

The solemn posture he put on is actually more about his good-looking appearance than his attention to Yang Yonghui.

Where did you think that the opponent took the lead, and the momentum that came up was extraordinary.

Han Dali's left hand blocked downward, and his right hand made a flirtatious gesture, and at the same time took half a step back, standing on the horse.

It's just that Yang Yonghui is fierce, and he used ten percent of his strength at once, and he was about to take advantage of the first move to give Han Dali a dismount.

Han Dali's hurried horse step was not stable after all, only to hear the sound of "pop", Yang Yonghui hit Han Dali's left hand with a heavy punch, and then continued to move forward.

Before the action of the right hand to pluck and unload the force was made, Yang Yonghui's fist had already hit his chest fiercely through Han Dali's palm.

"Internal strength!"

A force that Pei Peiran couldn't resist, along the contact palm tendons, invaded Han Dali's body, and attacked wantonly, causing him a lot of damage.

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Han Dali retreated again and again, taking seven or eight steps backwards before he could barely stand firm.

"Wow", opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Spit out the blood that was depressed in his chest, and Han Dali came to his senses.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Yang Yonghui, his eyes full of surprise.

"Are you a 'Xuan-level' master?"

"Xuan-level, what's it?" Yang Yonghui didn't know what he was talking about.

Originally, Yang Yonghui, who wanted to take advantage of Han Dali's surprise and distraction, tried to steal the chicken again, but he couldn't pull it down.

However, with one punch, the unattainable martial arts master in his eyes was vomited blood, and Yang Yonghui somewhat got rid of the mentality of Dick. felt that even if it was face-to-face and gong-to-gong, he didn't need to be afraid of Han Dali.

"You don't know the Xuan level, you're not a Xuan level master!"

Han Dali saw that Yang Yonghui's expression and tone did not look like a fake, thinking about Yang Yonghui's movements and moves, which were no different from ordinary people who had not cultivated martial arts, and couldn't help but be a little skeptical of his judgment just now.

Is it a delusion?

But that kind of invincible internal strength made him completely irresistible, how could it be an illusion.

Han Dali couldn't figure it out.

Yang Yonghui shouted on the other side: "What's the matter, can't you fight yet?"

"Fight, of course you have to fight!"

Han Dali put aside his doubts, shook his spirits, and walked back step by step.

Although he has not yet cultivated his internal strength, he does not mean that if he has great strength, he will definitely be able to win, and his internal strength is the same.

Yang Yonghui's shot just now was completely an ordinary person's shelf, with no moves, no routines, like street gangsters.

Such an opponent, no matter how strong his strength is and how fierce his internal strength is, Han Dali may not be afraid.

Sure enough, as Han Dali expected, when he got serious, opened his posture, and used the martial arts moves he had practiced hard since childhood to fight with Yang Yonghui, and immediately gained the upper hand.

Yang Yonghui is not a good child, but since he was a child, he has been fighting with his friends and really practicing kung fu, which is a recent thing.

The marrow washing meridian is magical and powerful, and it only strengthens the physique, improves strength, speed, etc. In the words of martial arts, it is the internal strength of cultivation. As for the kung fu on the punches and feet, it was a blank slate.

If the opponent is a hooligan gangster in society, with a fierce and bloody rush, Yang Yonghui can abuse ten of them alone, and definitely make their heads bleed.

But against a real martial arts master, such as Han Dali, Yang Yonghui was immediately blinded.

On the scene, it seems that Han Dali's one move and one style, the tiger is vigorous, and it is terrifying to watch.

Yang Yonghui first swung Wang Ba Punch like a headless fly, but he couldn't hit his opponent.

And Han Dali's move fell on Yang Yonghui, which also did not achieve much effect.

"This kid's reaction speed is so fast, he's a freak, and I can't really use my moves. And although he has no moves, the strength of his fists and feet is full, and he has a strange internal strength, and I will vomit blood when I hit it. ”

The men who came with Han Dali couldn't believe their eyes when they saw the scene in the field.

Han Dali, who was invincible like the god of war, circled around the young man who was not good-looking and wore flowers and butterflies, but he couldn't help the other party?

Lou Guohai began to be nervous, and now he is also in a daze.

Han vigorously held up the chandelier and the feat of defeating ten or eight big men with one is still vivid.

He had been worried about Yang Yonghui's thin body, which was interrupted by the other party's punch.

Unexpectedly, Yang Yonghui came up and knocked Han Dali to vomit blood, and now although he is at a disadvantage, Han Dali did not dare to take Yang Yonghui's punch and kick head-on, and switched to guerrilla warfare.

It's not at all what I originally thought.

Han Dali was depressed, but the advantage on the field was getting bigger and bigger.

Yang Yonghui rushed and beat with a force, after all, he couldn't last.

The Purifying the Pulp Sutra is magical, but his cultivation time is still too short. Even if for unknown special reasons, Yang Yonghui's cultivation realm soared as quickly as a rocket, it was still not enough for him to squander it without limit.

Yang Yonghui adjusted his strategy in a timely manner, slowly took a defensive position, and occasionally took the initiative to attack when he had the opportunity, hoping that the sneak attack would be successful.

When Han Dali saw this, he was naturally overjoyed, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

"This unknown guy jumped out of nowhere, he doesn't know anything about fist and foot kung fu, but his strength is quite strange like internal strength. If I am defeated by this kid who is not a person in the martial arts, I will lose face even if I take my mountain-shaking faction with me. ”

However, Han Dali, who was secretly happy in his heart, didn't notice that Yang Yonghui was intercepting and defending with both hands, his eyes were slightly squinted, staring at his every move, and there was even an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It turns out that after cultivating the Pulp Washing Sutra, Tianyan can see the direction of the martial artist's luck!"

This inadvertent discovery made Yang Yonghui overjoyed.

After getting the Purifying Pulp Sutra, Yang Yonghui's only regret was that he didn't find a real outer kung fu.

The things taught by those martial arts gyms opened on the street were no different from gyms, they were for ordinary citizens, and they were far from the level of "martial arts masters" he required, and he didn't even consider them.

As for the popular taekwondo, karate and the like, Yang Yonghui is even more disdainful.

I didn't expect to "learn" with Han Dali, not only can I see some real martial arts, but I can also "steal learning" by the way.

(End of chapter)