And the other side.

To Hua Man's surprise, Ke Wanchang and Long Chenghu did not leave the city directly after fleeing Guangming Street.

Instead, he walked around the alley for a long time and came to the door of an apartment on Longjin Road.

Ke Wanchang patted the iron fence in front of the door vigorously.

After a while, an old voice came from inside.

"Who?"

"It's me."

Ke Wan's long voice fell, and an old man in a short shirt with gray hair opened the corner of the door and looked out through the iron fence.

Seeing that it was Ke Wanchang, he asked while untying the chains:

"Mr. Ke, why are you here?"

"How's the goods doing?"

Ke Wanchang walked in with a gloomy face.

The room is divided into two rooms, inside and outside, and in addition to a few countertops, there are two shelves stacked with materials.

This is also Kowanchang's mill in Yongjin Road.

The old man glanced out into the hallway and closed the door.

Quickly returning to the back room, he brought out a tray with ten pink bricks neatly placed in it.

"Now I've only made ten catties."

"That's enough."

Ke Wanchang's face showed joy.

He glanced at Long Chenghu, who was pale, and asked the old man:

"Do you have gauze here?"

"Yes."

"Take some and give it to Long Chenghu and let him bandage it, and I'll go in and make a call."

With that, he walked briskly to the back room.

It wasn't long before there was a knock on the door, and a voice came from outside.

"Mr. Ke, it's me, Aaron."

The old man opened the door, and Aaron, the manager of the gambling house in a suit, stood outside the door with six or seven four-nines.

When these people walked into the house, Ke Wanchang also happened to come out of the back room.

He glanced up at Aaron.

"Did you bring the money?"

"Brought it."

Aaron handed over a black handbag.

After hesitating for a moment, he whispered: "Mr. Ke, this time there is no working capital in several gambling houses. ”

"The territory is almost undefended, what's the use of keeping this little working capital."

Ke Wanchang scolded.

He opened his handbag, glanced at the Hong Kong dollars inside, and put the ten pink bricks on the workbench inside.

"Chenghu, it's safe here, you stay here to recuperate, I'll call you if you have something."

"Got it, Mr. Ke."

Long Chenghu didn't raise his head in response.

Take the gauze on the side and wrap it around your arm.

"Aaron, let's go."

Ke Wanchang picked up his handbag and walked out the door.

Downstairs, Aaron asked:

"Mr. Ke, where are we going?"

"Go find Arms Liu."

Ke Wanchang's eyes were very indifferent.

He had not used a firearm before, because he had scruples.

But now that he's been forced to this point, he naturally doesn't mind playing bigger.

Maybe this time Li Ang leaned too hard, or maybe the walled house was too old.

The moment Li An bumped into Yang Zhuluan, the wall on his back collapsed most of it along the previous crack.

Yang Zhuluan's whole person also fell to the ground along the broken wall, and was buried by the falling masonry.

"Ahh

A scream was heard.

This sudden change startled the diners at the noodle restaurant next door.

Looking at the half-collapsed wall, these people seemed to be frightened, swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a tight throat, and froze in place unable to move their legs.

Not to mention these diners, even Hua Man and the three of them were a little stunned.

The boxer asked in a dry tone:

"You beat him to death?"

Li An didn't answer, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's falcon, and he stepped on the bricks and stones on the ground under his feet, and strode over.

Walking all the way to Yang Zhuluan, who was buried by masonry, Li An unceremoniously raised his foot and stepped on the back of his exposed hand.

"Hey, Yang Zhuluan, are you dead?"

If it were an ordinary boxer, he would definitely be beaten to death if he endured his two unreserved shots like this.

Even if he made this move just now without warning. But to say that Yang Zhuluan was killed like this, Ang Lee didn't believe it at all.

After all, he hadn't received the hint of the skill essence yet.

"Crunch!"

Suddenly, a slight bone ringing came into my ears.

Li An felt that the palm under his feet seemed to move, and then began to gradually exert force, and the bricks and stones buried in front of him slowly slid down.

"Don't go yet."

Ang Lee scolded.

The owner of the noodle restaurant and a few diners in the restaurant let out a sigh of hindsight and left in a hurry.

Hua Man and the three also walked over.

Seeing Yang Zhuluan, who was about to crawl out of the buried masonry, Hua Man also roughly guessed Yang Zhuluan's identity in his heart.

Except for what Ang Lee said last time, the man who was wearing an iron cloth shirt and was invulnerable, who else could resist so much.

Duan Yingfeng frowned, did not speak, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Only the boxer looked at Li An suspiciously, and he didn't know why Li An suddenly made a move on Yang Zhuluan.

But now Li Anke didn't have time to explain to them, his right foot lifted lightly, and then fell quickly.

There was a muffled bang!

Li Anzhen stepped to the ground and stepped on the back of Yang Zhuluan's hand again.

But this time, Ang Lee felt that he was not stepping on flesh and blood, but more like the iron of King Kong!

The bricks and stones buried on the body fell one by one, revealing the Yangzhuluan underneath.

He coughed hard, blood dripping down the corners of his mouth.

"I thought you wouldn't get hurt?"

Li An's tone was cold, and his feet were slowly exerted.

"A little injury, it's not in the way."

Yang Zhuluan actually laughed at this time.

didn't care about the right hand that was trampled under Li An's feet, he lay on all fours, slowly arched his body, and said calmly:

"I've been hiding in the walled city for almost twenty years, and no one has ever discovered my identity, how do you know?"

"You have to ask Fu Shou Jin and Ke Wan Chang about this."

Ang Lee muttered.

Yang Zhuluan shook his head and said affirmatively:

"Except for the president of the fellow association, they can't possibly know."

"Heh, don't think you're the only smart person in this world."

Li An grinned, but the cold arrogance in his eyes was almost about to erupt.

His right foot suddenly lifted and kicked Yang Zhuluan's chin fiercely.

There was a dull thud.

It was completely different from the previous two all-out shots, although this time Yang Zhuluan was also kicked crookedly and flew out.

But Li An felt as if he was kicking the iron, and his instep was a little numb from the shock.

Li An kicked the ground with his right foot without thinking about it, and followed Yang Zhuluan, who was thrown out.

The hammer of Bajiquan! Descend the Dragon! Fuhu! Splitting the mountain palm

The back palm of the Baguazhang! Thumbs up! Wear palms! Slap your hands! Flirting with the palm! Almost poured on Yang Zhuluan's body!

"Hiss~"

Hua Man and the three of them were stunned, and their throats seemed to be choked.

They clearly saw that Yang Zhuluan in mid-air was like a sandbag being hit continuously by fists under Li An's stormy attack, and he was beaten higher and higher, without the slightest intention of falling back.

Until Li An jumped up and slammed the heavenly spirit cover of Yang Zhuluan with a hard climb of the mountain!

Yang Zhuluan pounced and slammed it to the ground, even his chest made a muffled sound.

Li An's breathing was much shorter, and the continuous attacks just now had exhausted his physical strength a lot.

For a while, Yang Zhuluan, who was lying on the ground, did not move.

Hua Man asked softly:

"Dead?"

Ang Lee shook his head, calming his breath.

"You go out first."

Hua Man wanted to stay and help, but when he saw Li An's eyes, he still pulled the boxer and walked out together.

Duan Yingfeng hesitated for a moment and followed Hua Man.

As soon as the three of them walked out, Yang Zhuluan, who was lying on the ground, supported the ground with his hands and slowly stood up, his face was a little pale, and a few drops of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"Just such a small injury? What a fight! ”

Ang Lee narrowed his eyes and made a rare foul mouth.

Crunch!

He moved his neck and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then turned his attention to Ang Lee.

The appreciation in his eyes was palpable.

"After so many years, you were the first to hurt me.

Bajiquan, Baguazhang, Mojiaquan, and Sanmen boxing have been practiced to this extent, which is really rare.

If it had been fifteen years ago, I would certainly not have been your match. But now that I've trained the door to the point where I can move at any time, you can't beat me if you can't break my door. ”

Yang Zhuluan slowly approached Li An, and said with a relaxed expression:

"Now it's my turn."

"Do you really think you're going to eat me?"

Li An sighed, not retreating, but advancing.

The two walked faster and faster, and with a bang, they collided together!

Yang Zhuluan's body froze, but Li An took a step back, and Yang Zhuluan's face showed a hint of surprise.

Somewhat surprised by Ang Lee's physical strength.

The feet did not stop at all, and he still walked quickly towards Li An.

The two of them went back and forth, and they didn't retreat!

Li An stepped on the buckle and swayed, and the eight-pole fist in one hand was strong and calm, but Yang Zhuluan didn't care, only relying on his invulnerable body, he took Li An on the elbow and counterattacked Li An on the shoulder with a punch.

It seemed that he couldn't bear it, Li An couldn't stop taking two steps back, and with a bang, he knocked over the table behind him, and the dishes and chopsticks on it were scattered all over the ground.

"I said it a long time ago, you are not my opponent."

Yang Zhuluan's tone was indifferent.

Li An moved his shoulders and said indifferently:

"That's not for sure."

Although he seems to have fallen into the upper hand now, Ang Lee is not discouraged at all.

He never did anything he wasn't prepared for.

Before encountering Yang Zhuluan, Ang Lee also thought about a means to deal with him.

The iron cloth shirt, invulnerable, is indeed fierce and abnormal, but it is not impossible to deal with.

Overcoming rigidity with softness is a good idea.

After fighting for so long, he had never used wrestling or grappling.

Yang Zhuluan sneered and rushed up quickly.

Relying on his body like steel, he didn't do any defense at all, and when he came up, he hit Ang Lee with a heavy punch in the face!

Li An changed his hard-hitting style this time, stepped to the left, grabbed Yang Zhuluan's fist wrist with his left hand, raised it up, and his right hand was in the form of an eagle's claw, and grabbed Yang Zhuluan's throat from the bottom up.

"Grappler, what a surprise to me."

Yang Zhuluan let out a little surprised.

Confident that Li An couldn't scratch his throat, he didn't care too much, stretched out his other hand, and smashed a heavy elbow into Li An's neck.

But he didn't want Li An's right hand eagle claw to just make a false move, his body was short, and his feet buckled, and the whole person took advantage of the situation to pass under his raised arm and come behind him.

Knee up, kick on the socket of his right leg.

Although he couldn't break the defense, the strength of this kick still made Yang Zhuluan involuntarily weaken, and he almost knelt on one knee on the ground.

Before he could react, his waist tightened, and his whole feet were lifted above his head by Li An with his feet off the ground.

Li An's back twisted like a dragon, his waist and legs exerted force, and Yang Zhuluan was thrown out of the store!

Plop!

Yang Zhuluan slammed it the long street.

He coughed violently twice, and stood up with a somewhat gloomy face.

This fall made him a little angry, he stared at Li An in the store, gritted his teeth and said:

"Wrestling."

Snort!

The sound of the soles of the feet rubbing against the ground suddenly sounded.

Li An's body was like a low-flying eagle falcon, swept out of the storefront, and flew in front of Yang Zhuluan in an instant.

Yang Zhuluan landed on the ground, and a bajiquan hammer smashed into Li An's chest.

Li An didn't have the slightest idea of entanglement with him, kicked back with his front foot, and the whole person swung to the right, and came behind Yang Zhuluan in a spiral step.

Both hands wrapped around Yang Zhuluan's waist like a steel whip, and his waist and legs were forced, and his chest was leaned back.

Violent over-the-chest fall!

"Bang!"

Yang Zhuluan landed on the ground with his chin and slammed it on the ground!

With the clear and audible sound of the neck bone folding, Yang Zhuluan leaned his head back and slammed his body to the ground.

For the first time, Yang Zhuluan let out a muffled snort.

Li An's eyes flashed with anger, and he turned over on the spot.

Taking advantage of Yang Zhuluan's strength, he hugged Yang Zhuluan, stood up and hugged him, fell down violently, and smashed Yang Zhuluan sideways to the ground.

Unforgiving!

Bent down again, grabbed Yang Zhuluan's waist with both hands, five fingers like an iron hook, hugged Yang Zhuluan, leaned back with his chest, and smashed Yang Zhuluan behind him with a violent lifting of his chest.

At this moment, Ang Lee seemed to have turned into a violent machine.

The sound of heavy objects falling on the long street is endless.

Sideways over-chest falls in wrestling! Fall over the back! Over-the-shoulder falls! Brute bear hugging and falling. Almost all of them were on Yang Zhuluan's body.

And at this moment, Yang Zhuluan, who was wearing an iron cloth shirt and was invulnerable, only felt like a rag doll.

Falling again and again, the backlash made his head dizzy, his bones soft, his body almost smashed, and his mouth was filled with a sweet smell.

Even the concrete-paved street was smashed into fine cracks by Yang Zhuluan's body.

Yang Zhuluan couldn't bear it anymore, and a trace of blood couldn't stop pouring out from the corner of his mouth.

was lifted above his head by Li An again, and the moment he fell to the ground, Yang Zhuluan couldn't stop a mouthful of blood spurting out.

But it also made his smashed head sober up a lot, and he rolled on the spot, turned over with difficulty, and looked vigilantly at Li An, who had stopped moving.

At this time, Li An was panting, obviously continuing to attack, making Li An's body a little off.

Yang Zhuluan pulled an ugly smile on his face.

"I'll admit I underestimated you, but do you have any energy left over now?"

"Do you have the strength left?"

Li An straightened up, exerting too much force, and the soreness of his muscles made his arms tremble slightly.

The three of Hua Man, who were standing on the sidelines and watching, ran over quickly, looking at Yang Zhuluan with a wary expression.

Yang Zhuluan sneered and didn't speak, kicked the ground with his back feet, and was just about to step forward with his strength, when his face changed suddenly.

Under the continuous falling, his iron cloth shirt was torn.

At the same time, the small black letters in front of Ang Lee's eyes converged.

[Obtain Skill Essence, Iron Cloth Shirt (MAX)!] 】

(End of chapter)