Man Jianghong held the red lotus steady, and also rushed towards the black jackal with a loud roar, and kicked the flying leg to the lower abdomen like lightning at the moment of contact.

He was surrounded by a chaotic crowd, with the Red Lotus in front of Chen Wu and the van on the side, if he blindly relied on the speed of his body to dodge guerrillas, the space was really narrow, and he could only fight to the end if he thought about it. Although his attack power is a short board, it has to be sharpened.

From wandering as a little beggar to settling in the reclamation area, from being chased by others to running away from others, from pretending to be dead to watching people pretend to be dead, he has experienced nearly 100 low-level brawls in the rivers and lakes, absorbing every experience and lesson, and slowly growing up and growing quietly. The word samurai sounds good, but it is at the very end of the food chain of the rivers and lakes, and it is the battle ash of cannon fodder. Therefore, most samurai are casual and reckless in their attitude towards life, they are bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, eating and waiting for death, and the fight is all based on on-the-spot play, and it is impossible to plan in advance and summarize afterwards.

This is not the case with Man Jianghong.

Before each battle starts, he evaluates his surroundings and the comparison of strengths, formulates strategies and tactics, and even has alternatives, with time accurate to the second and space accurate to the centimeter. For example, in this game, after comprehensive consideration, he adopts a strategy of fierce confrontation with a tough confrontation in terms of strategy, and in terms of tactics, he will adopt a flexible approach according to the situation of each round.

Saving people is the main purpose, but not the only purpose, he regards every battle with the master as a rare opportunity for practice and a precious baptism process, hoping to be improved in the grinding.

He wants to have both.

In the reclamation area, he did not systematically learn martial arts, although Uncle Hu taught some piecemeal, but on the surface, the two were only hired and employed, not master and apprentice. He also doesn't like complete and rigorous martial arts routines, and feels that many postures are acceptable for cultivation or prayer, and actual combat is purely cumbersome. For example, the most common trick in the martial arts, "White Crane Bright Wings", he hated it deeply. Ya, opening your two arms so far without hitting people is purely the rhythm of being cut!

He is basically self-taught, one-third of the tricks come from the miscellaneous schools he has seen, one-third comes from the teachings of Zhu Fugui and Uncle Hu, and one-third is from his own combination of human science, which is the most simple, sharp and weird.

Like this move just now, it seems random, but in fact it is not, how many steps do you have to take to get to the most suitable position? Which foot is better? How to take advantage of the forward momentum? How to combine flying legs and strides seamlessly? What position is it difficult for the opponent to parry? How is the opponent likely to respond? How to ensure that there are no loopholes in the defense when attacking......

All of this needs to be calculated in a split second before the start, and ordinary samurai will fly up with a kick, and most of them will have to run in front of their opponents before they can make a temporary move. The same move was made by Man Jianghong, but it contained a lot of content, and its speed, smoothness, and rigor were worlds apart from it.

He overpowers the high rank with the mid-rank, and the name of the first master of the samurai in the reclamation area is not in vain.

The black jackal looked at Man Jianghong's forward posture and thought he was going to punch, but when the opponent approached, his left leg suddenly crossed more than half the distance, and the right foot that he lifted went straight to his lower abdomen, faster than lightning. Although this black jackal is a little clumsy, he is a gangster who has been crawling and rolling on the rivers and lakes for many years, and his experience in on-the-spot brawls is extremely rich. Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately bent his right knee down, and at the same time twisted his body to the left, and the lightning kick hit his elbow between his waist.

This response was not what Man Jianghong expected, and immediately hooked his toes slightly and kicked the tip of the black jackal's elbow. In the human body, the elbow is a very strong part, and the tip of the elbow is even harder. However, below the tip of the olecranon of the ulna behind the elbow, it is the location of one of the strange points outside the meridians, and the "numb tendons" commonly known as the common people pass through it, and if it is hit hard, it will immediately make half of the body numb and sore.

"Poof", the toes and elbows collided violently, and the whole Jianghong body shook, but the black jackal acted as if nothing happened, and turned his wrist and reached out to support his ankle.

Oh, where did the hemp tendons go?

The thirteenth Taibao horizontal practice will not be practiced to the numbness of the tendons, isn't that a neurosis!

Didn't you kick the right position? Could it be that all the kung fu of this thing is on the hands?

Where did Man Jianghong dare to let him catch it, but he didn't stop moving, and immediately turned around and gathered his feet, and rushed past him with a rush. The two swapped positions, and Man Jianghong ran onto the sidewalk, with shops behind him, and there was nowhere to retreat. He glanced at Honglian and saw that the red lotus was still standing stupidly, Chen Wu was getting up in a panic, and the black jackal on the opposite side pounced viciously with his arms wide open, and immediately rushed forward on his toes at all.

When the jackal stomped the pots and jars on the ground, the town was alarmed, and people poured out in a hurry, but they did not dare to get too close.

Several elderly grandmothers even wiped their tears and chattered: "I told them to move quickly, but I didn't listen to ......" Honglian's little girl has been in town for five years, and she has watched her grow up. At first, I only felt that the bright eyes and bright teeth were well-behaved and cute, but now I am gradually drawing a long shape, and I have shown a bewitching posture at a young age. But the red face is in trouble, how many good lives do the great beauties have? Now I'm afraid that this bud has not bloomed yet, and it will be broken. The people on the seaside don't have much culture, and they can't say flowery words, but they just think that the red lotus is mixed in this South Australian town, that is, a pearl mixed in the pile of fish eyes, either it will be buried, or something big will happen.

When Chen Wu was crying, some girls were also gloomy in their hearts and put away their jealousy of the red lotus. The leader of the Poseidon Gang, Bing Long, is lustful and famous, and the young women who dare to stay in the town at this time are all spicy characters who have a strong confidence in their own safety and can scare ghosts into crying when they walk at night. Seeing her family in distress at this moment, she couldn't help but feel resentful in her heart, wishing that a thunderbolt would split the black jackal. Seeing a tall and thin handsome young man come forward, his heart suddenly burst into excitement, and he couldn't wait for him to immediately show his might and kill all sides.

Only two of them took a look, and the black jackal received three more punches and kicks, but he still acted as before, as if he had not been affected. It's like a nimble monkey biting around a giant ape, and although the giant ape can't hit the monkey and is scratched to the ground, it doesn't hurt at all. And the monkey jumping seems to have the upper hand, but it can't do substantial damage to the giant ape, and when the strength is exhausted after a long time, I am afraid that I will be killed by a single punch.

Man Jianghong's heart sank.

In the past, he relied on his body to calculate quickly and accurately suppress the samurai in the reclamation area, but his own strength was weak, and now his strength in sports dodging is less than half of his usual strength. Secondly, I actually looked away, this black jackal turned out to be a beginner-level martial artist, with a faint internal force attached to his fists and feet, and he may have just advanced to the realm and was still unstable, and he was regarded as a high-level peak warrior. The most frightening thing is that this kind of foreign master who can resist blows is practicing kung fu, not to mention that the realm is still two levels behind, and the prospect of continuing to adopt this one-touch tactic is not optimistic.

Chen Wu stopped crying and struggled to get up, only to take a step but then fell. The well-behaved Red Lotus hurriedly helped her mother to retreat to the door, while watching the battle situation nervously.

Man Jianghong saw it in his eyes and understood that only by quickly defeating the black jackal and bringing the mother and daughter to the research institute could they escape this catastrophe. The Poseidon Gang should not dare to go to make trouble, there are palaces guarded there, and all of them are out-of-the-world masters.

How do you get through this hurdle?

Otherwise, retreat to the center of the street, deliberately widen the circle of onlookers, as long as there is enough space for activities, your speed can still suppress the black jackal. But in that case, time will take a long time, and I am afraid that it will change, and it will be completely different from the original intention of tempering.

If you want to fight a quick battle, you must be close to each other! Only close quarters can exert your strength to strike at key points, and of course, it also means that you are not afraid of the opponent's counterattack.

The black jackal only felt that the other party's fists and feet were weak, but it was uncomfortable to suffer too much, and he couldn't hit this slippery boy, and he was suffocated by a wave of anger in his heart, but when he saw that he suddenly changed his tactics and stepped forward, he was immediately overjoyed.

A strange scene appeared.

The two of them seem to have become two octopuses dancing in the veneer dance, dancing and scuffling together, at the beginning there was a bit of discipline, but then it was a mess, and they couldn't see the subtle grappling, judo, wrestling and other close small kung fu, and they completely became the "Wang Baquan" that swayed indiscriminately.

Later, the two of them couldn't dodge, basically you kicked me and I punched you twice, you elbowed me and I knelt you, and it became a street brawl. What does it matter if Lao Tzu kills a thousand enemies and loses eight hundred, as long as he takes the other party down first.

Could it be that this is the legendary rogue god boxer bastard fight?

The audience gathered more and more, and the geese stretched their necks out, all of them were dizzy and stunned.

Hearing the sound of their fists hitting their flesh, several old men and women did not dare to look at it anymore, and squeezed out of the crowd trembling and trembling, wiping their tears and saying: "What a sin! If this continues, the young man is afraid that he will be beaten to death." ”

There were also some young girls who were distressed in their hearts, and said that if this was their own man, they would risk their lives and rush forward to die with him, but they only dared to watch from a distance, and did not dare to make a sound.

"Alas, the black jackal and the leopard practice iron arm skills, the battle is strength and fist ruthlessness, the young man should not have a hard fight with him. A few men who were more knowledgeable shook their heads and sighed.

It's a pity, this righteous young man is afraid that he will be crippled if he doesn't die! There was once a foreigner who relied on his skills to shout at the Poseidon Gang, and was broken by the Bing brothers on this street, and finally crawled back with both hands on the ground, dragging out a long bloody road, and everyone had palpitations when they thought about it.

The black jackal was originally born in street fighting, but he learned the old foundation of martial arts but did not lose it, and he forgot the tricks to the clouds as soon as he fought randomly. He relied on his strength without losing money, and smashed down with a punch, and he actually exerted his combat power more heartily than usual.

Man Jianghong retreated again and again, and a punch could only make the black jackal shake, but the black jackal's punch made him take several steps back. The awl hidden in the palm of his hand only ordered the other party to suffer a small loss, but the thick skin and thick flesh of this guy were not affected, and after a few rounds, he was forced to stick his back against the wall, and the awl also fell.

Later, the black jackal's roar held him down again and again, and Man Jianghong did not dodge, and punched the opponent in the same position on the chest in the most direct and sharp way.

After a minute had passed, the people in the street were relieved to find that the young man had not fallen. The shoe repairer held a tube of glue in his hand, and the fish seller still carried the scale, and they all stopped their work and straightened their waists; while those who sold clothes and groceries poured out of the store, standing on tiptoe and looking at it from a distance, not daring to get closer.

This tragic and dreary situation, like a weight added little by little, began to tilt quietly, and the situation began to quietly reverse.

After two minutes passed, the black jackal's chest was in sharp pain, panting like a cow, and his hands and feet were obviously slow. The front chest was originally one of the strongest places to resist pressure, but good iron could not withstand a long beat, and the sternum had cracked under hundreds of consecutive blows. And Man Jianghong was anti-guest-oriented, and the black jackal retreated again and again.

After three minutes passed, the black jackal's physical strength was exhausted, and he couldn't even stand on his feet, and he had no power to fight back.

Man Jianghong became more and more courageous the more he fought, his fists rained down, and the last fierce elbow hit the opponent's chest.

Only to hear the "cluck" ...... "bang", the huge body of the black jackal fell down with a bang, and the back of the head smashed the bricks on the ground.

Wow......

The crowd involuntarily let out a cry of surprise, which no one expected.

But what's the use of that? Some people immediately covered their mouths after exclaiming, and looked around in a panic to see if the people around them noticed.

Although the black jackal is powerful and ruthless, the stormy style of play is the most physically demanding, and what is even worse is that the other party does not give him time to adjust at all. And in the crazy state just now, Man Jianghong found that the black jackal's fist fell somewhere in his body, and as the impact force was transmitted to the depth, a cool air flow would appear in an instant, quickly dispersing the power to the whole body. I had vaguely felt this way before, but this was the first time that I had withstood the full force of a martial artist's attack in an almost stationary state, and the strength was ten times greater, and the feeling was unprecedentedly clear.

Is this the secret of the Divine Skill of Protecting the Body?

The area of the whole body is more than 1,000 times the area of the fist, and the black jackal's 1,000 kilograms of strength is punched, and after being dispersed a thousand times, it is equivalent to only one kilogram of force in all parts of the body, which is lighter than massage, and of course it can't cause any damage.

This is like beating a drum, the larger the drumstick, the less likely it is to break the drum surface, because the contact area is large, and the force is dispersed. And a needle can easily pierce the drum surface, although the force is not large, but the tip of the needle is small, and the power is all condensed at one point, resulting in an amazing destructive power at that point.

Qigong masters dare to use iron guns to cut their throats, chest gravels, and steel knives, but except for the top masters, no one dares to let people prick with needles or cut with knives, which is exactly the reason.

The long and thin face trembled, and he clamped his legs tightly and laboriously dragged the jackal into the van. The black jackal's seven orifices were bleeding and bruised, and his face was swollen into a rotten pig's head, and he couldn't even clear his consciousness. The short man who was stuck in the back of the waist couldn't stand up, crawled to the side of the car with his hands on the ground, drooped his head, his eyes cowered and frightened, and he didn't dare to look at Man Jianghong again.

The van drove away crookedly.

The onlookers immediately panicked as if they were about to face a catastrophe and packed up their things outside the store. There were also some girls who stood outside the street and looked at Man Jianghong, but they were dragged back by their families. In a few moments, the long street was empty, the tourists ran clean, and the shops were closed.

After the fierce battle, Man Jianghong's muscles trembled, he stood still for more than twenty seconds, gasped for a long time, and walked over to carefully help Chen Wu into the house. There was a very small arc in the crook of the woman's calf, I am afraid that she was kicked and broken by the jackal just now, and there is a danger of breaking if she moves again.

"Run! The Poseidon Gang is coming. The fat woman with her hair scattered pushed away Man Jianghong, her eyes were terrified.

Man Jianghong carefully put Chen Wu's on a bamboo bench, and saw a small cement pool in the corner of the wall, and a dilapidated basin stand next to the pool, so he put a basin of water in front of her. Honglian obediently took out a towel from the back room, wiped it in the basin and wiped her mother's face.

Man Jianghong silently leaned over under the faucet to rinse carefully, and saw that his fist was still stained with the blood and sweat of the black jackal, and he was a little disgusted to think about it.

After washing his hands and face, the white and delicate little hand on the side immediately handed over a clean handkerchief. He was not polite, and after taking it, he wiped his face clean, and felt that the nose was faintly fragrant, not like perfume. Looking at the red lotus again, I only feel elegant and quiet, but it is charming and natural, and I can't help but think of a poem by Du Mu.

More than thirteen years old, cardamom tips in early February. Spring breeze ten miles of Yangzhou Road, roll up the bead curtain is not as good.

"Young man, you are the savior of Red Lotus, take her and run, the farther you run, the better. Red Lotus, call me brother quickly. My brother is a good person, you will follow him in the future and be obedient. Chen Wu's hoarse voice rang out.

Honglian lowered her head with tears in her eyes, twisted the corners of her clothes, and remained silent.

"Red Lotus, you and your brother are running away! If you don't leave, the dragon, the tiger, and the leopard will come and kill us all." Young man, I have entrusted the Red Lotus to you. This baby's life is miserable......"

Hearing these words that seemed to be her last words, Honglian hugged her mother and cried "Wow", tears flowed down her eyes. She is just a child who is ignorant of life and death, but she knows that if even her mother is dead, there will be no relatives in this world, who else can accompany her in the morning and dusk, and depend on each other for life?

"I'm not leaving, I'm going to die with my mother. She muttered, like a newborn oriole.

"Let's go!" Chen Wushi roared hoarsely, pushed the red lotus away, and knelt down towards Man Jianghong.

"I beg you, I beg you, run away!"

Man Jianghong's nose was sour, and he hurried to help, but Chen Wu refused to get up.

He gritted his teeth, took a long breath, and said:

"Auntie, don't worry. With me here, I won't let anyone bully Red Lotus. Stay in the house and do not come out. ”

After finishing speaking, Man Jianghong picked up a square stool and walked outside, and closed the door casually.

Although it was clear and clear in broad daylight, it was like a ghost land outside, and there was no one on the street. The salty sea breeze blew from the corner of the street, rolling up a field of confetti and grass blades.

Looking back, Honglian was looking through the glass window, with tears on her face, and her big red eyes showed horror, gratitude, trust, and a hint of attachment.

You don't have to look closely, there must be a pair of eyes watching from behind every piece of glass on this street.

Man Jianghong rested his stool on the sidewalk and sat down.

The last time I smashed the den of the beggar gang, I had the upper hand in terms of individual strength, and the situation was favorable, and at the very least, I could guarantee that I would get out of the way. This time he acted in a hurry, but he didn't expect that a thug in a remote town would have the strength of a beginner martial artist, and when the master came, he would definitely not be able to resist it.

But he has no regrets.

He is not a reckless man, nor does he think that he is the reincarnation of Li Yuanba, and he is capable of fighting against a gang of factions; he does not think that he is Su Qin Zhang Yi, who can retreat a million male soldiers with his incorruptible tongue.

It's easy to slap your ass and leave, and the mother and daughter of Honglian who stay behind can only wait for death!

He thought of the thin black man who pretended to be stupid and unsuccessful.

Of course, the man also said that moral articles are all farts, and the world is not as big as life!

Fortunately, things have not fallen to the point of exhaustion, and the only hope is to use the power of the Tianlong Research Institute! At all, they are people in the academy, and if they dare to move themselves, they will not give face to the institute.

If the research institute is a great white shark in the sea, the Poseidon Gang is a little loach in the ditch, and they will never dare to provoke this terrifying neighbor. Otherwise, I would have already broken into the courtyard to fight the autumn wind, where would I need to blow a little poor oil and water in the town!

It's a pity that I didn't have my mobile phone with me, so I couldn't report the letter, and it was too late to knock on the store to borrow the phone at this time. The bigger the noise, the better, most of the fish, meat, vegetables and vegetables in the research institute are supplied by the town, and it is impossible not to have a little control over here, let alone not have a little intersection with the Poseidon Gang.

He pulled out the crumpled institute pass from his shirt pocket, smoothed it out, and hung it neatly on his chest. Several buttons were all broken, and the left sleeve was torn into strips of cloth, but fortunately, the baby bump was still there.

The east wind blows, the war drums beat, who is afraid of whom today!

He closed his eyes slightly and used the nameless trick to expel the fatigue of his body in his imagination, the bruises on his face gradually subsided, and the sore muscles gradually returned to their original state, full of strength. The afternoon sun shines through the branches and leaves of the camphor tree, and the specks are sprinkled on his body, making him look like a young shepherd bathed in holy light, listening to the sounds of heaven.