"Yang Shi, the kid is here to grab the wine."

Ding You hugged his fist at a tall, thin man who didn't look amazing, and said hello.

The not too old man on the other side nodded and smiled, patted the wine bag on his waist, and scolded with a smile: "You kid knows how to pick soft persimmons, why don't you compare them with your third uncle." ”

The young man scratched his head, not to mention that the partition wall has ears, there is not even a layer of window paper here, and the main owner is not far behind his buttocks, and looking like that, no one plans to go to his third uncle for trouble, so that his old man has time to get closer.

Ding You exhaled deeply, straightened up, stepped out in two or three steps, each step was stronger than the previous one, and the last punch went straight to the opponent's heart, faintly with the power of piercing the stone and breaking the ground, which was the family heirloom fist of the Ding family in Lechuan Piercing the stone fist.

These few steps are not slow, but for people who have been in the army for a long time, they are definitely not fast, obviously Ding You is expected that this name is Yang, there is no surname, but the old soldier who has been in the county division for more than ten years will not dodge.

Sure enough, Yang's thin monkey-like body straightened slightly, and his right arm grabbed the young man's arm like a tiger's claw, borrowing force to give force, pulling backwards, and before Ding You could start moving, he raised his knee to prepare his back hand.

"So fast!"

Ding You was shocked in his heart.

Although he was restrained with one hand, under the collision, Yang was not in a hurry to unload and retreat, and the chassis was not as stable as Ding You, who rushed straight in.

In other words, the first opportunity is still in Dingyou.

He dragged Yang back, Yang let go in time, and Ding You didn't let Ding succeed, Ding You stopped the momentum with a heel, and once again put out a fist and stepped on the pile to rush over, opening and closing like a heavy armored soldier in front of the battle, striving to win with strength.

This time, Yang no longer conceded and took the initiative to meet Ding You, and this time it was more of a dodge, except for the necessary blocking and temptation, he did not have the idea of confronting Ding You, and even said that the distance between the two was always deliberately pulled at a distance of just one arm's length.

Yang Gaoding is two inches, and his arms are naturally a few points longer than it, not to mention that he does not punch, but chooses to use his palm as a knife, light and dexterous, and his moves are even more treacherous, even if it only seems to have rubbed Ding You, but Ding You has suffered from it, and several hand knives are stabbed between his waist and ribs.

But his fists have the power to pierce stones, but he has never made a contribution, just like on the plain, the heavy cavalry with iron armor rushed to attack, but there was no enemy formation to pierce him at all, but he was still bitten by the enemy's light cavalry archers, although for a time with the sharp armor, the light cavalry could not do anything, but the longer the time dragged on, the heavy cavalry wearing fifty or sixty pounds of iron armor would naturally be exhausted to death.

At this time, it is the same reason, the blunt knife cuts the flesh, Ding You is not a copper and iron body, and the hand knife is beaten too much, so he naturally can't afford it, but he still doesn't plan to withdraw the boxing, Yang is also happy to do it, and seems to have made up his mind to fight Ding You.

Ding You is not only waiting for Yang to be his backhand, but it is difficult for his piercing stone fist to have such an opportunity to fight heartily.

Even if he doesn't take the initiative to sell flaws, it's easy to punch and difficult to close, even if he can have a punch to defeat the enemy, he must have a chance to hit the enemy.

What's more, even if this hot stone-piercing fist hits Yang, it is impossible to directly beat him down, and it is almost the same as his third uncle.

"You kid really likes to bully honest people, but how can there be so many opportunities to store fists for you on the battlefield, which knife does not see blood, and which knife cannot kill."

The voice echoed in Ding You's ears, and his fist once again swept between Yang's cheeks, but he was not in a hurry to turn around and defend, his fists sank, and his true qi rushed up the current from the bottom up.

The two sides tacitly agreed, but the specific choice was all on Yang.

Yang's face was cold, he was engrossed in the other party's qi, and he did not despise the other party because he was a junior, but he knew that Ding Jinchuan next door had a baby pimple nephew, who was an upright qi practitioner.

But after a long time, things will change, and he doesn't plan to give the other party more time to tinker. Since the other party wants to fight so much, it is better to be willing to do it?

It stands to reason that he can continue to consume, this is what he can decide, and he also knows that he will definitely win if he does that, but since the other party has taken the initiative to sell the flaw, he really wants to learn the means of practicing qi.

The two fists were sealed, and they didn't want to back down, so that a punch that should have been hearty turned into a wrestling.

Both of them refused to let go, Ding You secretly cursed, he was not a martial artist on the battlefield, his blood was not as good as Yang Chong, and he had spent a lot of energy just now, intentionally or unintentionally, which could be said to be worse.

More than a dozen breaths passed, Ding You's forearm trembled slightly, and his front foot pressed a small pit on the rammed hard ground.

After four or five breaths, the two sides of the wrestling finally separated, but it was Ding You who retreated from the family heirloom boxing method, and it was obvious that Yang, as the head of the heavy armor, was not just a guerrilla trick to cut meat.

Ding Youqing snorted, took the initiative to close his fist first, and got closer to Yang a few points, and smashed the medicinal herbs with a pounding rod in the autumn, faster and faster, almost without stopping for a moment.

But the disadvantage has been obvious, and with the retreat of Ding You just now, it is like a defeat like a mountain.

Every punch is thrown, even if Yang does not deliberately gather momentum, but each punch is more rapid than the previous punch, which can be called indomitable.

Ding You retreated step by step, but he always just punched, and the faster he accelerated, so that at a certain moment, Ding You's hands turned into fists, and he naturally held two iron fists that were constantly attacking.

The young man's body was stiff for a while, and the corners of his mouth were oozing blood, but the corners of his mouth were raised, and he quickly reached out and grabbed the wine bag on Yang's waist, and the whole person was like an afterimage, and his steps were several times more dexterous than just now, but it was used to escape at the last moment.

It is not difficult to see that if he had fought with Yang at such a pace just now, the victory would never have fallen so quickly, and Yang seemed to be like a default teenager snatching the wine bag, and only after Ding You left did he unfold the punching posture just now.

The boy looked back and was relieved to confirm that Yang hadn't chased after him.

He quietly wiped the slight blood from the corner of his mouth when he wiped his sweat, twisted the seal, and took a sip of wine to take the opportunity to suppress the blood that came to his throat, but as soon as he tasted it, he spit out all the wine.

Then there was a violent cough, coupled with the surging of qi and blood, Ding You's face was as red as if he had drunk wine.

The people around him were originally looking at the upswing, and they were deceived by Ding You, and they were all applauded, and at this time, they saw that this kid was choked when he drank and snatched it, and he laughed very wantonly, but Ding You couldn't care so much except for coughing.

The old Wang Tou, who greeted him with joy on his face, wiped his face with his sleeve, and wiped the wine that was sprayed out by Ding You on his face with his sleeve, and he didn't dislike it, let alone see it, he took Chu Li, who still had half a pot, took a deep sip of wine, his face was very intoxicated, he took a sip, smashed it, smashed it, and seemed to feel that it was missing some snacks, so he put the wine bag away from his waist.

After that, I noticed Ding You, who was helped by Ding Er to squat on the ground in the corner.

After only taking two steps, he reached for the wine bag and took another sip.

Ding had already relieved his breath at this time, and at a glance, he saw that the little old man had not walked more than a dozen steps before he picked up the wine bag on his waist and drank three sips, and he scolded angrily.

"Virtue!"

Lao Wang was in a good mood, he didn't quarrel with Ding You, he also sat in the corner of the wall, and Ding You talked about some things in Yuncheng, of course, the wine was prosperous, and he said that he was talking about some hook columns and green buildings and the like, and the characters he talked about were nothing more than Oiran famous prostitutes, Ding Er liked Confucian knowledge since he was a child, don't listen to indecent things, and walked away first, and only the two of them were left in the corner chatting with each other.

On the other side of the camp, the burly man looked at Shi Chang, whom he called Yang Xiaobastard, with a look of resentment, and patted the frost particles condensed by the frost and cold qi on Yang's body, and said in amazement:

"That frost green spiritual power just now can make your arms condense for a breath, and if you change it to a formation, it is really a gutter overturning, and you can't die anymore."

Yang didn't have the courage to stretch out his palm, and the man in iron was about to slip away when he saw that the situation was not good, but his huge body was grabbed by an arm as thin as a bamboo pole in his opinion, and he really couldn't move forward.

"I'll give, can't I give!"

"This is a deposit, if this kid wins a few hundred other rabbit cubs, it will be counted separately."

The thin palm of his hand was released, and Yu Zhu was about to turn around and leave, but he heard a cough that he didn't want to hear.

"Lao Yu, say okay, fifteen gold, willing to gamble and lose ......"