"Little brother, it looks a little familiar, aren't we ...... Where have you seen it......"

Walking to the side of the young swordsman with the wine jug, Zhang Yiyu took the lead and said happily.

Who knew that the man was unmoved when he heard the sound, his left hand unconsciously put it above the edge of the table, the long sword was under the palm of his hand at the moment, and he drank the cup in his right hand, and said in a surging voice: "Brother Tai, I think you recognize the wrong person, this place, I am still the first time to ......"

"Hehe, if you don't recognize the wrong person, you can know it at a glance....."

Zhang Yiyu said nonchalantly, his footsteps kept and continued to walk forward, and as Zhang Yiyu gradually approached, the side face of the young man was already visible to the latter.

At this tense moment, the young swordsman suddenly moved his left leg to the ground, and with a crisp sound, he kicked the bench next to him and shot at Zhang Yiyu behind him.

"Huh?"

With a light sigh in his mouth, Zhang Yiyu leaned over with the pot in his left hand and slid away from the whistling bench, followed by a leg sweep and kicked the stool on the side to smash the forward.

With a bang, all the food on the young man's table was smashed by Zhang Yiyu's foot stool and splashed everywhere, and his person had already raised his sword and left the seat when the stool flew over, and at the moment of getting up, his right hand quickly pulled up the face towel around his neck to cover most of his face, revealing only a pair of restrained eyes.

The young swordsman avoided the wooden bench with a blow, and then jumped and flashed in front of Zhang Yiyu, swinging his arm forward, tiger claws, and grabbed it head-on.

The speed of the shot is extremely fast, and from the back of the palm and the degree of bending of the fingers, this is the tiger claw starting style is undoubted, for the world-famous internal collection of stunts, and a word mixed yuan pile Gong as a whole, is the foundation of Taoist fists and feet.

And this person greeted the other party when he made a move, and he was very ruthless.

Although Zhang Yiyu was slightly surprised, he was still unmoved, and even had the leisure to drink the wine glass in his hand, this disdainful move was undoubtedly indirectly provoking the opponent's emotions.

But seeing Zhang Yiyu's footsteps connecting the dots, sliding quickly between the tables and chairs, the young swordsman missed a blow, and then went around to Zhang Yiyu's body and hit the former with his arm on the shoulder, and counterattacked with a heavy fist in his backhand.

Zhang Yiyu took a step back and threw the wine glass in his right hand to the opponent's face with a snap, although the latter turned his head to avoid it, but a lot of the wine in the cup was still spilled on his face, which can be described as not very lethal and extremely insulting.

Zhang Yiyu, who quickly pulled away from his body, did not hurry, bent down and dived to the opponent's wrist with one hand, and the latter saw that the Tong hole shrank suddenly, and immediately raised his arm to close his fist and did not dare to attack rashly.

There is a small detail here, Zhang Yiyu dived down and wanted to use his wrist to perform a grappling, if he was locked by Zhang Yiyu, the young swordsman's heavy punch would definitely be useless, it was precisely because of this that the young swordsman immediately closed his fist and did not dare to attack rashly.

The two of them have crossed many doors and paths in just three or two moves, and once they have fought, the young swordsman knows that Zhang Yilu is a great enemy, and his skills are rare in his life, and his eyes have become more and more solemn.

"Yo, a little bit of a ....."

Zhang Yiyu, who was holding a pot in his left hand, smiled vigorously, and his words were full of casualness.

The latter was silent, and took a fist to smash Zhang Yiyu's right rib with a step back, Zhang Yiyu did not retreat or flash when he saw it, jumped on the spot with the pot, and pumped his leg to the opponent's head after a blow, castration was very fierce, and the dragon swung his tail.

The swordsman's eyes froze, his short body let go, swept his legs, twisted his hips, and forced, clamped his waist to control Zhang Yiyu's lower abdomen, and wanted to hug Zhang Yiyu and smash him to the ground with a rollover.

This is a technique that uses weak blows to strengthen the force, and it is a technique that pulls down one's own position and quickly approaches the opponent to hug and stir the attack.

"Huh? What kind of punch is this? ”

Zhang Yiyu, who was stopped by the opponent in mid-air and hugged his lower abdomen, was surprised to see it, but he didn't see the slightest panic, and when the opponent was about to throw hard, Zhang Yiyu smashed the opponent's door with his left hand.

If this blow smashed the swordsman, he would inevitably end up in a situation full of peach blossoms, but the swordsman must also be a good hand, and the punch he used was unheard of, and he didn't show his cowardice when he saw it, and continued to raise Zhang Yiyu high, but the head was tightly shrunk.

Seeing this, Zhang Yilu immediately gave up smashing people with a pot, but hooked the opponent's neck with one leg, so that even if the opponent hugged him to the ground, the opponent would be twisted by his own strength at the moment of landing.

This was a ruthless move, the swordsman immediately did not dare to continue to exert force, but shrank his head to drill out of Zhang Yiyu's control, and pushed Zhang Yiyu's waist and abdomen away with both hands, and the latter immediately kicked the distance between the two, and then twisted his waist and came to a harrier to turn over, and pressed his bottom palm on the swordsman's face, and pulled his leg and knee to the opponent's chin with a violent knee blow.

But listening to the muffled sound of "pop", although the swordsman waved his face in time to dodge, he was still smashed on his left cheek by Zhang Yiyu's knee, and suddenly blood flowed everywhere, the bridge of his nose was crooked, and red blood continued to emerge from his nostrils.

Wiping the blood from his face with one hand, the swordsman stepped back side in a row one after another, and the left hand holding the sword was bursting with green tendons.

After Zhang Yilu landed, he put the wine jug on the empty table next to him, looked at the young swordsman whose face was covered by a face with great interest, and said, "Why don't you use a sword?" You're good at swordsmanship, right......"

Although he was very angry, coupled with Zhang Yiyu's provocation, the swordsman never pulled out the long sword in his hand, and he didn't know what he was enduring it.

In this regard, Zhang Yiyu didn't have time to fight with him, shook his body, and his figure immediately disappeared in place, and when the swordsman's eyes opened and closed, Zhang Yiyu had already dodged and rushed to the front.

This was the first time Zhang Yiyu took the initiative to attack, but seeing that he was like a flying swallow, he leaned over to avoid the swordsman's swing fist, and smashed into the opponent's chest and abdomen with a straight punch, directly knocking the person out of a position, and the latter couldn't help but squirt out through the face towel with a mouthful of blood.

But he also reacted quickly and clenched his fist straight to the top of Zhang Yiyu's temple, who shook sideways to avoid the swordsman's three punches, and struck the opponent in the abdomen with a horizontal stroke, smashing the opponent four or five times in a row until the opponent was powerless, and finally stepped forward and elbowed the opponent to hit the opponent's chest.

Boast!

The swordsman was knocked seven or eight meters away by Zhang Yiyu's elbow, and the tables and chairs behind him bounced off, the dishes and plates were scattered all over the ground, and he was holding his chest with his hands against the wooden pillar and constantly gasping, the sound was like a bellows, obviously he was hit by Zhang Yiyu with internal injuries.

"You're not weak in this boxing, but you're still too tender, boy, you just learned it, right?"

Zhang Yiyu hit a set of combos and then stopped, staring at the other party and said slowly.

The young swordsman did not refute when he heard this, took a deep breath to relieve the pain in his chest and abdomen, and quietly glanced at Zhang Yiyu, his eyes full of ruthlessness.

Zhang Yiyu also knew that the other party was taking the opportunity to breathe, but he didn't care, although the opponent's boxing technique was strange, but the internal strength was still shallow, although the essence was not yet pure, it could not pose any threat to him.

Zhang Yiyu, as the highest combat power of the armed group under Dongzhang's throne, is a cutting-edge existence in the first-class realm, if he is still clumsy in fighting, it will be like looking for death.

"Don't speak? Oh, it doesn't matter, I'll let you take the initiative to speak, if you don't draw your sword, you won't have a chance, little cub ....."

In the face of the opponent's muffled voice, Zhang Yiyu didn't care, and slowly walked forward, the swordsman stared at Zhang Yiyu tightly, with a little panic on his face, and determination.

As soon as Zhang Yiyu took three steps, he turned around and smashed through the window and jumped out of the restaurant, Zhang Yiyu was slightly stunned when he saw it, and then a smile rose at the corner of his mouth: "Run, you escape slowly........"