In Zhongwumen, Chen Jia's leg skills are superb, and he has almost no opponents.

Therefore, in his spare time, Zhen Sifei asked Chen Jia for advice, and Chen Jia taught him some more or less.

Sure enough, Zhen Sifei's leg skills have improved greatly, and within ten rounds, Hada was swept by his leg and fell on his back.

Zhen Sifei crossed his hands in his arms and asked him with a smile: "Boy, are you convinced?" ”

"I'm ——,," Hada blushed, "I lost." ”

"Zamusu, it's your turn." Zhen Sifei said provocatively.

Zamusu glared at Hada, who lowered his head in fright and retreated.

Zamusu stood in front of Zhen Sifei.

Zhen Sifei stood with him and had to look up to him.

Zamusu squatted down and said, "I'll just stand here and take a few tricks from you, and if you have any kung fu, just use it." ”

"Okay, that's what you said." Zhen Sifei jumped forward with an arrow step, flew up with one leg and kicked Zamusu's left shoulder, but who knew that Zamusu didn't move and was kicked by him.

Zhen Sifei kicked Zamusu's body, as if he was kicking on a stone, but instead of kicking him, he almost kicked his own leg.

Zhen Sifei was taken aback, thinking to himself if this guy was human?

Zamusu dusted the ash off his shoulders with his hand, sneered, and said, "Make a little effort, why is it like you haven't eaten?" ”

Zhen Sifei exerted all his strength and punched him in the chest again, but as a result, he still didn't move.

Zhen Sifei was not convinced, he punched him four more times and kicked him twice, and people didn't care at all. At this moment, Zamusu flew up with his right foot and kicked Zhen Sifei's waist.

If this kick is kicked, Zhen Sifei will immediately have broken bones and tendons, and even if he doesn't die, he will be seriously injured.

It was too late for Zhen Sifei to dodge, and he was about to kick him, but at this moment, a person flew over and kicked Zamusu's right leg away, protecting Zhen Sifei.

Everyone saw that it was none other than someone else who rescued Zhen Sifei, it was Tang Dalong.

That Zhen Sifei closed his eyes, thinking that this time was about to end, but he didn't expect that at the critical moment, it was Tang Dalong who saved him.

"Brother Tang, I ——。" Zhen Sifei wanted to say something.

"You step aside." Tang Dalong said.

With just one kick, Na Zamusu felt that Tang Dalong's kung fu was extraordinary.

"Tang Dalong, you're finally on the field." Zamusu said.

"Zhen Sifei didn't poison your people, so why did you attack him so hard?"

"If I don't force you like this, will you make a move?"

"Okay, it seems that you and I have to fight today."

"I've heard your name for a long time, and this is also my long-cherished wish." Zamusu said.

Tang Dalong looked at it, and saw that Zamusu was up and down, his muscles were bulging, similar to iron, and the whole person was like a half-cut iron tower.

Tang Dalong knew that he was a hard stubble.

At this moment, Zamusu also changed his tactics, he no longer stood there and was beaten, because he knew that Tang Dalong was not Zhen Sifei after all, and Zhen Sifei couldn't kick him, it didn't mean that Tang Dalong couldn't kick him.

Zamusu stood up and threw his hands forward to grab Tang Dalong's shoulders.

Wrestling is an advantage for the Mongols, from children to the elderly.

They also held wrestling tournaments every year, and every time Zamusu participated in the competition, he was at the top of the competition, and in the eyes of the Mongols, he was an invincible hero.