The two brothers have lived together for more than 20 years from their mother's womb to their parting ways.

Who doesn't understand whom?

Although this iron cloth shirt is strong, it requires strength and energy to be concentrated on the whole body, so the body's reaction and speed will be reduced a lot.

Yang Boci walked in a chain of feet, and his body was fluttering, like a loach, scurrying around him.

"If you want to create a flaw, no way!" Yang Zhongcheng attacked several times in the air, and he stood still to brake quietly.

"Second brother, you just underestimate me!" Yang Boci rushed forward and kicked him with a heavy kick.

Yang Zhongcheng hurriedly kicked out, wanting to block this wave of attack.

Who wanted to kick his leg at the moment, Yang Boci took a step back, jumped upward, and the whole person jumped in front of his eyes at once.

Punch straight into the right eye.

Yang Zhongcheng's head was anxious to the left, but he didn't want Yang Boci's left fist to arrive early, and a heavy punch slammed into his right eye.

Yang Zhongcheng fell to the ground, and there was a burning pain in his right eye.

There are two places in the iron cloth shirt, the most difficult to practice, one is the eyes, and the other is the ears. Even if the effort is successful, these two places will be very easy to become a breakthrough point for others.

"Big brother, why are you so heavy, I didn't really do it at all. Yang Zhongcheng got up and said sadly.

"Brother, settle accounts. Besides, the day you leave me, I assume you're dead. ”

Yang Boci jumped in front of him again, aimed at his right eye, and unleashed a quick punch.

In order to protect his eyes from injury, he stood with his hands upright and firmly protected in front of his eyes.

"Be careful!" Xuanling on the first floor of the stands saw Yang Boci turn around and jump onto his shoulder, kicking him hard in the ear.

Buzz Buzz!!

Yang Zhongcheng only felt that his ears were buzzing, and the vision of his eyes was a little blurred. He went limp, and he fell to his knees at once.

It turned out that Yang Boci's kick just now was not a kick to the ear, but a mixture of qi and air that entered Yang Zhongcheng's ear canal.

A loud noise echoed in the ear canal, shaking a crack as thin as a hair.

His head ached, his mouth opened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Yang Zhongcheng!" Xuan Ling stood on Feng Shu's shoulder, jumping and scolding: "Is this person crazy? Why is this like this? How can he put such a heavy hand on his younger brother?"

"Aren't we brothers, why are you so ruthless?" Yang Zhongcheng slowly got up and asked loudly: "Asking for immortals, is it so important to you?"

"I'll admit that being with you has really made me have unforgettable memories. But all this is just a passing moment compared to immortality. Please don't resist anymore, die with peace of mind, and don't make me work harder. ”

Yang Zhongcheng's ear canal was damaged, and his words were distorted and abnormal to hear. Not only his voice, but also the cheers from the stands.

"Okay!" Yang Zhongcheng stood upright, he untied the iron cloth shirt.

His whole body was glowing with a faint white light, and the visible qi enveloped his whole body, and a trace of white gas crawled through his ear canal, and the ear canal gradually healed.

This is the subtlety of "The Tiger's Back and the Bear's Waist", wound healing.

Ahh

Yang Zhongcheng raised his head and shouted wildly, the sound shook the air to form a cyclone, and flew rapidly in all directions.

Yang Boci's body was shocked back by this cyclone, and a thin sweat appeared on his right cheek. Yang Boci was shocked, it seemed that he was not lying, he really didn't use all his strength before.

The spectators here, listening to this loud shout, all covered their ears and did not dare to make a coax at will.

"Very good, you and I have never fought seriously once since I was a child, and this time I just used you to measure my strength. Yang Boci used his internal strength, and black qi floated out of his body.

Yang Zhongcheng didn't reply, kicked his feet back, and jumped forward.

Click!

The bluestone floor under his feet shattered into a pit the size of an egg at once.

Yang Zhongcheng ran to him and punched one punch after another quickly, and the fists flew and scattered, drawing beautiful white arcs one after another.

Yang Boci fought fast with both hands, tried his best to counterattack, blocking, dismantling, folding and unloading, and a set of actions came down, and the flow of water was amazing.

But his strength was a little inferior after all, and the further he went, the more he was stretched.

The next punch came at him, and although he barely caught it, there was a crunch click in his hand.

He shuddered, and my right hand was broken.

At the next punch, about to rush into his face, his body went limp, and he suddenly fell to his knees.

"Second brother, do you really want to kill me? If I die, the third brother and the fourth brother will be very sad?"

Hearing his words, Yang Zhongcheng's hands suddenly softened, his angry red eyes were bloodshot, and his consciousness returned to normal.

Yang Boci took advantage of the time when he was stunned, took his right hand with his left hand, and sent it up, and the wine in his right hand was picked up like this.

He slowly got up, took five steps back, stretched out the needle bag at his waist with his right hand, and quietly pulled out a thin needle.

"Be careful! his sneak attack!" Xuan Ling shouted loudly at the top of his voice.

Yang Zhongcheng woke up like a dream, but at this time, it was too late to defend again.

The black gas line moved quickly, pushing the thin needle and flying forward.

Syllable!

The thin needle was inserted into Tan Zhong's acupoint, and it was pulled out in an instant.

"You are simply hopeless!" Yang Zhongcheng stepped down with his right foot, and the bluestone floor under his feet shattered instantly, and he fell with a punch, and the fist wind whistled, and more than ten bluestone floors in front of him were lifted away at once.

He leaped forward, kicked with his flying feet, and the stone slabs spun towards him like flying saucers.

"Inextricably linked!"

The air thread is made of silk, the needle leads to the black thread, and hundreds of needles and threads fly, drawing ink-colored arcs in the air.

All the flying stone slabs, when they encounter these silk threads, are like tofu touching knives and being cut into pieces at once.

The falling stones formed a series of barriers, temporarily blocking his vision.

Yang Zhongcheng created this opportunity, which was to go around to the side and attack in close quarters. However, when he went around to the side, he saw Yang Boci waiting for him with a smile.

Hundreds of needles quickly pierced his body, piercing all the acupuncture points on his front body.

It's over! I lost!

Yang Zhongcheng just used his internal strength, but he didn't want to block the air cavitation, his whole body was blocked, and the whole person's actions were unconsciously slowed down by a few points.

"Ah......h

With a slight touch of his foot, Yang Boci jumped behind him, and with a wave of his right hand, hundreds of needles immediately pierced the acupuncture points on his back.

Yang Zhongcheng couldn't use his internal strength, his body was weak, and his whole person fell to the ground like mud.