Gently fried Du Baiwen, the seventh master frowned, held the dragon's head cane in his hand, and stood up with strength.

shook Du Baiwen's right leg that had just been blasted into it, and a tingling pain came from it, and the Seventh Master secretly used his skills to suppress the old trouble that had tormented him for many years.

Back then, he and Bruce Lee fought Tai Mo Shan in a decisive battle, triggering a thunder that completely evaporated Tai Mo Shan and left a huge pit in the same place.

As a very strong person, you have to use a cane to walk comfortably.

Thinking of this, the seventh master couldn't help but sigh.

He thought of what Shan Pohu said a few days earlier, the big star who fought with him had actually passed away, and the reason was the so-called brain cancer.

Shan Pohu is also a strong person, he doesn't know how ridiculous what he said, a strong person, everything in his body is under his control, how can there be such a thing as cancer cells?

Even if it appears, it is impossible to hide Bruce Lee's perception, with the strength of that big star, how can it not be forced out in time?

So Shan Pohu, maybe he doesn't know the real cause of his master's death, the so-called brain cancer, maybe it's just a lie told by Bruce Lee himself.

It's just that Shan Pohu, as a big disciple, even if he knows that it is not the truth, he respects his master's and does not debunk it.

In that case, is it possible that he didn't die?

Thinking back to the battle at that time, the seventh master can still feel the blood boiling at the beginning, and as soon as he was excited, Lei Jin was ready to move again.

"Alas, the past has passed, what do you think about the past!"

"To live in the present, you should only look forward! Every day is wonderful, right...... Big Star ......"

"Now your eldest disciple is also looking for me, hey, maybe after I defeat him, your junior disciple will also come to the door after breaking through in the future...... You've taken in two good disciples......"

"Although it's a pity that I can't end that unfinished battle with you, I believe that your disciple can also bring me a surprise!"

"Maybe it's because I think of something happy, but I don't know if it's because I'm in a good mood, and I suddenly want to eat...... Fish balls! “

Standing on the carpet stained red by flesh and blood, the seventh master looked at the beautiful night scene of the Longjiang River and muttered to himself.

……

……

A week later, Sham Shui Po roadside.

Coming to a small car, Lian Bailong said: "Here's a string of fish balls." “

"Good! It's the last string, and the guests are in luck! The stall owner with his head bowed gestured skillfully, holding a string of bamboo sticks, quickly skewered a string of fish balls, and raised his head to hand it to Lian Bailong.

"Huh? It turned out to be Aaron, didn't you say give me a month? Why did you find it so quickly? “

The owner of the roadside stall is none other than Quan Li, a person who is like refining a white dragon and has a peerless personality.

"Without the assistance of clips, stabbing the fish ball with a bamboo stick alone requires fast and accurate precision, and there are certain requirements for concentration of strength, and the difficulty is no less than splitting the fallen leaves in two with a sword, or smashing the fallen leaves with a punch, and integrating cultivation into your work, not bad, your skills are also good at improving...... It is said that people who work in the office have a culture of martial arts in the pantry, and I don't know if it's true. “

After commenting, Lian Bailong nodded, "Come and see your progress, although the person who wins must be me, but if it's too boring, then there's no point in calling." “

The fist power couldn't help but be speechless for a while, although what the refining white dragon said was the truth, but it wouldn't be so harmful.

"Well, do you have any plans to fight anyone?" Taking out the new issue of the Dragon Tiger Gate that he had just bought in the morning, Lian Bailong leaned on the fence on the side and asked.

Quan Li replied with a smile: "Yes, tonight I plan to go to Hong Kong Island to challenge the Lion King, who dominates the side over there, and it is said that his strength is also the top in the street fighting circle." “

"But he is a foreigner, majoring in Western boxing, as we all know, Western boxing is limited by the rules, the moves are not comprehensive enough, there are many weaknesses, and the essence of it has been extracted and integrated into my major in Jeet Kune Do, I believe this battle can be used!"

Full of confidence, just now relying on tactics, won a first-class master whose strength is much higher than his own, although he did not defeat him, but only reached the victory conditions, but this record is enough to make Boxing proud.

But Lian Bailong felt that something was wrong when he heard it, he usually didn't care about the low-level street fighting circle, but how could someone who could dominate in a district be a general?

You must know that martial arts has always been about the users of martial arts, not the martial arts itself.

Even if Western boxing itself has shortcomings, but for so many years, foreigners will not innovate and make up for it, but will only stand still?

Despises the other party, and takes it for granted that he will win, and the mentality of the fist power at the moment has gone wrong.

His self-confidence is false, not from a clear perception of his own strength, but from blind arrogance.

"So confident? Hey! Beware of overturning in the gutter. “

reminded him, and seeing that his fist power was still smiling, he didn't say anything more about refining the white dragon.

There are some things that you have to experience to understand, and it is a good deal to take this lesson in a street fight where there are fewer dangers.

While the two were chatting, a white-haired man with a dragon head staff came over and cursed.

"Fuck, running around and getting nothing, playing cards frequently, and people with money are not happy! Give me five strings of fish balls, quick! “

Quan Li glanced at the man and replied: "The last string is sold to the kid over there, please be early next time." “

Before he finished speaking, the man grabbed the collar of the fist and said, "What Lao Tzu wants is never something you can't get, you either give me five strings of fish balls, or pay me a small life!" “

The white-haired man is the seventh master Guan Dexing, who has been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, and has a pair of discerning eyes to identify people in the rivers and lakes!

I was not afraid to be caught, and I replied with my fist: "Sold out is sold out, kill me, there will only be one more salted fish instead of five strings of fish eggs, you have to make something out of nothing, unless you know how to ......"

"Travel back in time, back in time!" A punch blasted out, hitting the opponent directly, and for the unreasonable troublemaker, the punch power naturally will not have a good face!

But the Seventh Master, but he is a very strong person, how could he be hit by the small role of fist power so easily?

With a cold snort, the fist power only felt a strange force coming, shaking him away!

"Humph! Dare to sneak up on me? You really don't want to live anymore! “

Just when the fist power was shocked back and the footsteps retreated, the seventh master's right hand had turned into an eagle's claw, and grabbed towards the face door of the fist force, just to return the punch that the other party blasted at his face!

didn't bully the small with the big, the seventh master only used the power equivalent to a third-rate martial artist!