The fist is afraid of the young and the strong gun is afraid of the old man.

This combination can be regarded as Huo Yunting letting him.

The snowflakes became denser and denser, and they looked white from afar.

The cold wind blew, and the snowflakes fell on the poles, stained with frost.

There were no pedestrians on the road, and it was freezing cold, and no one wanted to suffer this sin outside.

In the white courtyard, two figures holding ash poles stood at each other.

Yu Chenghui turned sideways slightly, took a small step forward, and a three-body stick was held upward.

Hold lightly in the front hand and clamp tightly in the back hand.

The stick is close to the body, and it can be attacked when it advances, and it can be defended when it retreats.

Huo Yunting spread his legs out, holding the long stick with both hands in front of him.

The arms exerted force, the pole shook, and the tiger was in the wind.

Shake the big gun.

The two arms were carried out three times in a row, and three shots were stabbed through, but Yu Chenghui pointed the head of the gun three times to avoid it.

Hold the handle of the gun in the back hand, pull the gun back sharply, and press down with the left leg and the back hand. This was used just right, and the clubhead was straight and stabbed through.

Nine into thirteen guns: sit on the tiger gun

Although this ash pole has no spear head, it is also menacing. If you are topped, it is enough to bear it.

Yu Chenghui's eyes froze, and the pole flicked from the bottom up-

"Smack!"

The voice was crisp and loud, echoing in Huojiazhuang, and there was a faint echo.

"Mom, Mom, there's firecrackers outside!"

"Firecrackers?"

A woman wrapped in a headscarf lowered her charcoal cube and wiped open the mist-covered window.

It was white outside, and there seemed to be two figures in the courtyard of Huo Zhongde's house opposite. I wanted to look closer, but I saw pieces of snowflakes falling and then hitting the window.

I guess I read it wrong, it's icy and snowy, who is staying outside.

"You are not allowed to go if someone sets off firecrackers, and I will blow up your ass in a while!"

"Oh."

The two pole heads were entangled, and the two figures were also advancing and retreating in the courtyard.

They are all people who stabilize the plate, and their feet are sonorous and powerful, and for a time the white mist in the small courtyard is cloudy, like a fairyland.

"Da"

The two rods are lightly tapped, and then separated.

"Pear Blossom Gun?" Yu Chenghui's eyes narrowed slightly, "It's not common." ”

Huo Yunting nodded, "It's the Yang family's gun." ”

"I'm the Yue family's thirteen shots." Yu Chenghui shook the big pole.

The two didn't speak, and put on a posture.

It is still Huo Yunting's main attack, striding to attack its lower plate, stirring left and right, like a snake out of the hole. It is to pull the grass to find the snake.

Taking advantage of the moment when Chenghui bowed his head, he picked up the gun from top to bottom.

Don't look at Yu Chenghui in his 60s, but the reaction is not bad. Collapse of the barricade, spears across the head. blocked Huo Yunting's shot, and knocked it down with a backhand pressure gun.

"Smack"

There were a few more snowflakes.

The two club heads crossed on the ground, and Huo Yunting suddenly retreated, as if in decline. Yu Chenghui naturally did not give up this opportunity and entered the pole.

Huo Yunting retreated faster and faster, and his footsteps flew in the snow. Yu Chenghui reached the pole and entered, poking the snow with his toes.

"Click, click, click...... Tower! ”

Two poles slashed on the ground, making a screeching sound.

Retreating to the fence, the back hand of the pincer stick was about to move, but was repelled by Yu Chenghui's pole.

Then the long pole crossed the snow in a reverse circle, and suddenly returned the pistol and poked it straight over, rubbing Huo Yunting's ears and breaking the fence.

"Bang !!"

"Cloud Pavilion!"

Chen Caiping couldn't care about anything else, so she ran over with one foot deep and one foot shallow to hug her son and look up and down.

"Are you alright? Cloud Pavilion? Are you hurt? ”

“…… Ah, I'm fine. ”

"Mom, I'm fine......"

After appeasing Chen Caiping, Huo Yunting picked up the pole and looked at the old sword saint with a complicated expression.

"I lost."

"The moon stick knife is a lifelong gun, I have grown you for more than 40 years, and you don't lose anything."

Huo Yunting shook his head, "Before the person arrived, the gun arrived first." I'm underestimating you. ”

Yu Chenghui should have known that this old man's strength was definitely stronger than Zhao Zhiling's when he hit him with a tiger gun.

Where did you lose?

Underestimating the old sword saint is only one of them, the second is that he is sophisticated and vicious, and the third is that Yu Chenghui's marksmanship is also a killing kung fu.

Looking at Huo Yunting, Yu Chenghui danced the long pole again and shook the spear.

"Ancestor's things, you can take a look!"

"Buzz ......"

Snowflakes are wafting, and guns are buzzing. For a time, Yu Chenghui was like a god of war in the snow.

Seeing him shake the spear, Huo Yunting's pupils shrank suddenly! Shaking the spear flower didn't hold the stick in his right hand at all, but shook it purely with his waist strength!

After a short time, after the dance, the stick is stuffed under the oilskin paper, and it is time to go back to the house to get the hat.

"Yu senior!"

"Huh?"

"This Yuejia gun is one of your three stunts, as well as a set of swords and a pair of fists. We haven't done it yet. ”

The foot that stepped into the room was withdrawn, and he looked at Huo Yunting with interest, "Then what do you mean?" ”

"This one, I lost. But there are still two in one. ”

"Coming today?"

"Tomorrow."

"That's good. I'll come back tomorrow. ”

Yu Chenghui dressed neatly, clasped his fists and saluted Huo Zhongde and his wife, and then turned to leave.

asked to see Huo Yunting standing in the snow, Huo Zhongde stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "A generation of grandmasters, you don't lose unjustly." ”

"Dad, I'm fine, don't think about it."

With a wave of his hand, Huo Yunting tied up the oilskin paper and entered the bedroom, and there was no sound in the room.

Huo Zhongde and Chen Caiping looked at each other.

"Shall I make something good in the evening?"

"Sensei. This is a depression in the heart, and after a long time, I will come out. ”

In the evening, Chen Caiping couldn't help but look at Huo Yunting's door when she was cooking, but no one answered.

"You said nothing would happen to the child, right?"

"What could he do. Rest assured. ”

In the bedroom, Huo Yunting was lying on the bed, his eyes closed, and his breathing was slow and steady.

He fights Shadow in his dreams.

It's just that the shadow here is very different from before.

Before, it was just a large black humanoid, but now this black has a bright outline, and it looks more and more detailed.

You can even see the phalanx on your fingers.

The face that was smooth as a flat mirror also changed.

The facial features are slightly blurry and can't be seen clearly. With long black hair and a shawl, and a long beard, it looks like Yu Chenghui at first glance.

These are all secondary, and what makes Huo Yunting feel the most is that Ying is still wearing a pair of glasses.

Gold-edged.

There was a touch of gold in the eyes of the whole person.

"Buzz~poof!"

Two long swords slashed over, and Huo Yunting forced Kaiying's attack again.

As long as he wants, all kinds of weapons can appear in his dreams.

He didn't know how long it had been in reality, but he had fought with the shadow more than 200 times in his dreams.

But it's still not enough.

The masters who taught him kung fu were not aggressive, and he didn't have much actual combat experience of his own. This also leads to the fact that Ying also has no kung fu but no actual combat experience.

"Huo Yunting, Huo Yunting, do you say it's really good for you to be like this?"

"Who!"

This voice came suddenly, and Huo Yunting instantly stood with his sword in his hand.

Then his gaze tightened, staring at Shadow.

ps: I'm really sorry for being late. It's mainly the martial arts part that I'm writing very difficult.,And recently I've had a fever again.,The braincase hurts.,The eyes also hurt.,Racking your brains.,It's uncomfortable to hold back the words.,But I don't want to reduce the quality.,I'm sorry for being late for the update.。

Everyone should also pay attention, seasonal colds cannot be prevented. Don't have a fever, a sore throat is the worst.

The knife slammed the throat

Bang Bang has just punched himself twice, and I'm in the hospital.