Zila!

Secret soy sauce is poured around the claypot rice, and the scorching casserole brings out the strong aroma between the soy sauce and the cured meat.

The spoon digs open the bottom of the rice, and the pot is charred and crispy, and the bite crunches in the mouth.

Chen Wenyao looked at Yang Sheng, who was gobbling up, slowly mixing his share of claypot rice, shook his head and said, "Young man, eat slowly, eating too much hot things is easy to get esophageal cancer." ”

Yang Sheng swallowed the food in his mouth and said: "There are too many things that bind you in your life, if you can't even eat a meal, and you have so many concerns, what's the point of living?" ”

Chen Wenyao looked at Yang Sheng in surprise: "You are a young man, why is your mentality so extreme?"

But I was surprised that you went to save that little girl today.

Last time, I told you, don't go wrong again, don't do things that hurt nature, or I will definitely crucify you.

But you don't seem to be listening to me.

Planting flags and alliances, killing one opponent after another in the Dragon City Championship, a lonely and unknown Sijiu Tsai is now famous in Hong Kong.

I thought you would get lost in these vanities, but you didn't bother to save a little girl, which shows that you still have some kindness and some conscience in your heart.

Looking back at this time, you still have a chance to be a good person. ”

"Good guys? I actually hate that word. ”

Yang Sheng put down the spoon, and a sneering smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Who defines what is good or bad? If a person has done a hundred good things and done one bad thing, is he a good person or a bad person?

Sir Chen, you are so old and so naïve.

There is black and white in this world, and there is nothing good or bad.

I don't do things with my conscience, but with my heart. ”

Chen Wenyao was silent for a moment and said, "Yang Sheng, you are the strangest person in the community I have ever seen.

Those who seek out the wrong people and mixed associations either seek wealth, fame, or profit.

I can't see what you want.

However, since I am a police officer, I will never allow anyone to commit adultery within my jurisdiction!

Yang Sheng, Lei Luo, you'd better stay away from him.

This kind of scum in the police station, even the British can't tolerate him all the time.

You'd better not have anything to do with him, or you'll be the one who will be unlucky in the end. ”

Yang Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said, "How can I be worthy of the famous 500 million inspector, and what does it have to do with others?"

But Sir Chen, this is an internal problem in your police station, what does it have to do with my little person? ”

Chen Wenyao slowly ate the claypot rice and said lightly: "It doesn't matter if it's the best."

Lei Luo can cover the sky with one hand for a while, and it is impossible to cover the sky with one hand. ”

Yang Sheng looked at Chen Wenyao thoughtfully, took the last bite of claypot rice into his mouth, stood up and said, "Sir Chen, eat slowly, I invited this meal."

It's just a claypot meal, it's not a bribe, right? ”

"Of course not.

The boss brought another sausage rice and mushroom chicken rice to pack, but my wife and children haven't eaten yet. ”

Chen Wenyao saw that Yang Sheng wanted to settle the bill, so he hurriedly added two more claypot rice.

The corners of Yang Sheng's mouth twitched slightly, but he still paid two more meals, turned around and went home to sleep.

………………

The scorching hustle and bustle under the ring is boiling, and the fierce hand-to-hand collision in the ring is even more exciting.

This game is twenty-two into eleven, and Yang Sheng drew Zhou Chengyuan, a double-flower red stick with Yixing.

He Yixing is also an old brand, which can be said to be the largest one in Hong Kong, and it is also the most qualified community in all the prefixes to compete with Chaoyi.

However, Huang Juekun, the leader of Heyixing, is over seventy years old this year, and there are no outstanding characters among the newcomers in Heyixing, so he is faintly suppressed by Chao Yiyong.

Although Yang Sheng's opponent in front of him, Zhou Chengyuan, is a double-flowered red stick, he is only a young man in his early twenties and slightly young.

However, according to the ghost guy's article, Zhou Chengyuan's identity this week is not ordinary.

The other party is the apprentice grandson of Huang Feihong's wife Mo Guilan, the successor of the Mo family's boxing, and his I-shaped Fuhu boxing is also extremely exquisite.

Zhou Chengyuan is also the righteous son of Huang Juekun, the leader of Heyixing, and is a boy specially trained by Heyixing.

However, although the other party's inheritance is good, the actual combat is still too green.

If Yang Sheng's national art specialization did not break through to 92%, it might take some effort to fight against Zhou Chengyuan, but at this time, he had just broken through, but he easily grasped Zhou Chengyuan's weakness.

Zhou Chengyuan exerted force under his feet, and Mo Jiaquan's heart-piercing feet, nail feet, and door-crossing legs kicked one after another, hitting Yang Sheng's middle door, and his legs were like iron whips, forcing Yang Sheng to the edge of the ring almost instantly.

Mojiaquan pays attention to: one kick wins three punches, the hand is seven feet long, the foot is three feet long, the attack is long, and the volley is flying kick. The fist weighs 100 catties, and the foot weighs 1000 catties.

Nanquan is good at short fights, but Mojiaquan is good at leg method, which is more important than long-range attacks.

Yang Sheng retreated and retreated before, but at this time, he suddenly became short and burrowed under Zhou Chengyuan's body.

Top knees, wear legs, raise shoulders!

Nine palace gossip palm, Erlang Danshan!

Zhou Chengyuan twisted in the air in shock, and before he landed steadily, his hands turned into claws and grabbed Yang Sheng's throat!

I-shaped Tiger Fist!

Neck hand! Severed Throat Claw!

But Yang Sheng leaned back, raised his leg and kicked continuously, kicking Zhou Chengyuan's arm away with one kick, and reflexively stopping at Zhou Chengyuan's throat with the other kick.

The strong wind suddenly rose, and Zhou Chengyuan's hair stood on end all over his body, and cold sweat slipped down.

Yuhuan step, mandarin duck legs!

As Yang Sheng slowly retracted his legs, Zhou Chengyuan clasped his fists with both hands and smiled bitterly: "I lost, thank you for staying." ”

Yang Sheng shook his head lightly and said, "Your Mo family fist has obtained Mo Guilan's true inheritance, and the I-shaped Fuhu fist is also exquisite."

But your mistake is that you have to integrate the two, but you will leave a hole in the connection. ”

Zhou Chengyuan frowned and said: "But your national art is also a combination of northern and southern boxing, and you are a fellow practitioner from both inside and outside, why is there no loophole?" ”

Yang Sheng grinned: "Because I didn't learn them as pure national arts from the beginning.

Fighting is fighting, technical striking is technical fighting, and killing techniques are killing techniques.

The purpose of any kind of national art in my hands is the same, they are not Baji or Taiji, they are just to defeat or kill the opponent in front of me.

I didn't think about fusion, so naturally there would be no loopholes.

There is nothing wrong with your path, but the fault is that you want to fuse Mojiaquan and I-shaped Fuhu Quan because you have practiced them to the extreme, not because they should be fused themselves.

But have you ever thought that your ancestor Mo Guilan is the wife of Huang Feihong, and they are both great masters of national arts, and they also know each other very well.

Since this is the case, then why didn't they fuse these two fist techniques to create the Mo Family Fuhu Fist? ”

Cold sweat oozed from Zhou Chengyuan's forehead again, and his face was slightly pale.

After a while, he bowed deeply to Yang Sheng, clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "I have been taught, thank you!" ”

Referee Song Changli walked into the ring, glanced at Yang Sheng approvingly, and said loudly: "The winner of this game is Hong Shenglian, Yang Sheng!" ”

For an old-school figure like Song Changli, he still appreciates Yang Sheng and Zhou Chengyuan's behavior of pointing fingers at each other in the ring.

It's just that Yang Sheng's previous shots were a little ruthless, and Zhou Chengyuan, a foreign-born heirloom of a national art family, likes him even more.

Zhou Chengyuan walked out of the ring, bowed his head to an old man in a white Tang suit and said, "I'm sorry godfather, I didn't even enter the top ten, and I embarrassed He Yixing." ”

The old man's face was wrinkled, and he always had a smiling expression on his face, like an old man who was exercising in the park.

No one could have imagined that he was Huang Juekun, the leader of the hall who had been in charge of Yixing for more than 40 years.

"If He Yixing's face depends on you fighting in the ring, then He Yixing will really collapse."

Huang Juekun touched Zhou Chengyuan's head with a smile and said, "Don't worry too much about it, you are still young, don't care about the outcome of this game."

That Tyrannosaurus Yang Sheng is not a simple character, he has suddenly emerged, he has won another game, I'm afraid some people will not be able to sleep. ”

As he spoke, Huang Juekun looked to the other side, just in time to meet Wu Tianhao's gaze.

Wu Tianhao's eyes were gloomy, and he slammed the cigar in his mouth to the ground.

The death of the rotten life and the fall of the union are a bit strange.

Last time, Chai Jiu could find out that something was wrong, and an old fox like Huang Juekun naturally could.

He wanted to see if Wu Tianhao would secretly kill Yang Sheng.

If he really dares to make a move and break the rules of the Dragon City Championship, he and the others will have a reason to make trouble.

"Applejack, we can't let this Yang Sheng continue to fight in the Dragon City Championship."

Fang Jie smiled bitterly: "Big man, the British Associated Press and Heyixing and other associations have already sensed that something is wrong, but they are not sure where we are moving, and there is no evidence."

To move that Yang Sheng at this time is not to tell them clearly that we have indeed done something.

Bear with me, big guy, I've already arranged it, Lei Gong has no problem entering the top ten, and although Azu is injured, he can also enter the top ten.

When the Dragon City Championship is over, I will personally send the boy who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead to swim in the water! ”

Wu Tianhao's eyes were gloomy and said, "It's not because of this matter.

We have estimated the previous opponents, and we are 90% sure that we can beat all opponents to get the first place.

The only outlier is this Yang Sheng!

Zuo Kun lost, and Zhou Chengyuan also lost in his hands.

In case Lei Gong or Azu draw him in a round, can you guarantee that they can defeat this Yang Sheng? ”

Fang Jie was stunned for a moment, he really hadn't thought about this.

Previously, he used the white paper fan to deduce the results of the Dragon City Competition, and collected all the information of the masters of Zuo Kun, Yaohui, Zhou Chengyuan and other major associations, and also compared the strength, so he had great confidence.

But now that a Yang Sheng suddenly appeared, this variable is too big.

Wu Tianhao stood up and said coldly: "Wait a minute, let He Wenchang's old thing come to see me."

It's time for him to come to the forefront. ”