At this time, Jia Yi's other fist also hit Zhao Ziming's front door, he saw that Zhao Ziming didn't defend himself, hit his right arm, scolded a fool, and the strength of the fist was a little heavier, and he thought to himself: Look at your face is hard, or my arm is hard.

Zhao Ziming smashed a fist on Jia Yi's arm, and at the same time, his upper body leaned back, using the kung fu of the iron plate bridge, and Jia Yi's fist swept past him, but it didn't hit.

A Yi said "ahh ”

The strength of Zhao Ziming's punch was surprisingly strong, hitting him to the bone marrow, and his fist missed, compared with the two, it was obvious that he had suffered a loss, which made him extremely angry.

Zhao Ziming ignored it, didn't bother to listen to his nonsense, moved his feet, moved to his side, and smashed his right fist across his right arm.

Jia Yi's right arm had just been hit hard, and it was hurting so much at the moment, how could he dare to hit Zhao Ziming, his footwork changed, he turned around, ran to his back, and pushed forward with his left palm.

Zhao Ziming didn't expect Jia Yi's movements to be so fast, and when he reacted and wanted to dodge, he was half a beat slower, and he was slapped in the face, he was also smart, and he took a few steps forward with his strength to open the distance.

Jiayi's right arm had not yet eased up, and he didn't dare to pursue with one palm, but just gently moved his right arm in place to regulate his qi and blood.

Zhao Ziming stretched the muscles on his back to relieve the pain, and then used light footwork, his toes touched the ground, his body was like a breeze, and he quickly floated to the side of the first body, raised his fist and smashed it over, of course, focusing on taking care of his right arm.

A was furious, and at this time his right arm was much better than before, so he was not to be outdone and raised the internal force of the fifth layer to greet him.

During the fight, A relied on his internal strength to defeat Zhao Ziming, and he liked to take advantage of it, but the latter made strange moves, and his body was often able to make some incredible movements.

After a fierce battle, the two were evenly matched.

Bang!

The fists and palms intersected, Zhao Ziming flew back with his strength, and Jia Yi followed up, and said in his mouth: "With your four-layer internal force, I will see how long you can spend with me." ”

He has been fighting for a long time, and he has completely restrained his contempt for Zhao Ziming, although this junior brother is several years younger than him, but his strength is really not weak, and he immediately decided to fight steadily in the way of hard consumption.

At this moment, there was indeed not much internal force left in Zhao Ziming's dantian, but the corners of his mouth slowly curled.

The pace of retreat suddenly stopped, his right leg kicked the ground, Zhao Ziming's speed increased sharply, bullying the side of Jia's body, hitting his right arm with his right fist, and hitting the door with his left fist at the same time, his left leg was raised, and his knee was under his crotch, attacking three places in an instant.

Jia Yi was rushing forward, how could he have thought that Zhao Ziming's attack came so quickly, and he was shocked.

However, after all, he has a lot of experience in fighting, and at the critical moment, he sat on the horse with a deep waist, his left hand forward, and his right hand down, defusing the attack on his head and crotch, and only punched his right shoulder without injury.

Zhao Ziming shifted his shape and changed his previous defensive style of play, punching, elbow strikes, knee topping, back bombardment, fierce moves, fast movements, like a raging storm, surging towards Jiayi.

It turned out that not long after the fight, Zhao Ziming estimated the strength gap between him and Jia Yi, and unless he used the newly learned Bajiquan, he would definitely lose.

But he has never used Bajiquan in actual combat, if he withdraws his martial arts, he fights with boxing and internal force alone, in case there is a mistake in parrying, I am afraid that he will lose faster.

In desperation, he had to adopt a defensive strategy, occasionally doing one or two moves of Bajiquan routine, and slowly, he actually found a way for him to fight.

At this time, the internal force was exhausted, Zhao Ziming decisively put aside martial arts and used Baji Boxing, even though the bonus of internal force was missing, but the speed of the attack, the strangeness of the moves, and the fierceness of the strength were better than before.

Jia Yi had a hard time, he was beaten by Zhao Ziming, he couldn't retreat, he couldn't counterattack, he couldn't win the parry, he couldn't win the parry, he had five layers of internal force, he could only defend, and he had no time to attack.

Including the chief instructor, most of the eyes of most people in the martial arts arena were focused on Zhao Ziming and the two, and the disciples were mostly admired and envious, and the instructors were also secretly shocked.

They only learned not long ago that Zhao Ziming was the apprentice of the medicine old monster, and they also knew that Jia Yi's internal strength cultivation, and when they heard that Zhao Ziming accepted Jia Yi's challenge, they all secretly said that he was arrogant and arrogant, and he was expected to lose.

Thinking that Zhao Ziming did not fall behind, but gradually grasped the initiative, and then thought of his age, as well as his martial arts since entering the village, and the unfathomable master, the teachers looked at each other, and they all felt that the lone wolf gang in the future would not be calm.

Zhao Ziming is getting smoother and smoother, the move connection is becoming more and more compact, and his understanding of Bajiquan is deepening, although he is sweating profusely at the moment, panting deeply, and consuming a lot, he feels energetic, and it seems that he can fight for another three days and three nights.

Suddenly, Jia Yi looked for an opportunity, shouted, and used all his internal force to make a few palms, forcing Zhao Ziming back a few steps, and then began a fierce counterattack.

He used a palm technique, which was his kung fu at the bottom of the box, and because he had been pressed and beaten by Zhao Ziming before, he was forced to parry, and his moves were incoherent, so that his power was greatly reduced. At this moment, I can take the initiative and finally give full play to my strength.

The battle between the two became more intense, and the momentum continued to rise, and when it accumulated to the highest point, A firmly grasped the ground with a pair of feet, and the superimposed power of the palm technique was all gathered in the right palm, and it was pushed out flat. Zhao Ziming's eyes were bright, and between the muscles of his whole body squirming, all the power was sent into his left fist and struck straight out.

The fists collided, and there was a stalemate for a moment, and both of them were pushed upside down by a huge force, and after they landed, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Zhao Ziming wanted to struggle to get up, but his body didn't obey the call, he didn't have any strength softly, so he had to sit on the ground, and the opposite Jia Yi was the same as him, the two of them stared at each other wide-eyed, like two roosters with red eyes.

The chief teacher Xi pulled the two up with a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Okay, even if you two are tied for first place this time, but Jiayi is about to leave the village, and the code name of Jiayi will have to be given to the junior brother." ”

Everyone didn't notice that in an inconspicuous corner of the martial arts arena, an old man in charge of clearing the snow was staring at Zhao Ziming, his hands holding the broom trembled slightly, and he couldn't stop muttering:

"Bajiquan...... Li Canghai ......"

There is a big town more than ten miles northeast of the Lone Wolf Gang, named Futian. Twenty years ago, it was just a wilderness village, and the Lone Wolf Gang settled in Jiuli Mountain, attracting a lot of people from the rivers and lakes.

Over time, restaurants and inns were numerous, casinos and brothels rose, and many wealthy businessmen came to pursue profits, set up shops, and gradually had today's scale.

Futian Town on the first day of the Lunar New Year is even more lively.

The sound of pedestrians, laughter, the shouts of roadside vendors, the sound of cars and horses, the sound of sporadic firecrackers, all kinds of sounds converged together, soaring into the sky, shaking away the dark clouds overhead.

Whether it is the houses in the alleys or the shops on both sides of the street, there are red lanterns hanging in front of the door, and the red couplets are pasted, creating a festive atmosphere.

Zhao Ziming walked on the street alone, seeing this lively scene, remembering that when he was a child, he went to the market outside the mountain with Sun Laohan, although the prosperity was far away, but it was full of warmth and happiness.

"Rock sugar gourd! Delicious rock sugar gourd! Two pennies a string!" an old man in a white turban leaned on the side of the road, shouting incessantly.

Zhao Ziming approached and took out a piece of broken silver, "Bring me a string." "He used to love sugar gourds.

After the end of the year's competition yesterday, the young wolf village gave each disciple a few taels of silver, and Zhao Ziming was the first place because of the biggest improvement in the year, and he was rewarded with fifty taels of silver, which made others not envious.

The old man picked up a string of sugar gourds and handed them to Zhao Ziming, took the silver, and was about to bow his head to make change, but he heard the sentence "no need to look for it", when he looked up, Zhao Ziming had already walked away, and hurriedly thanked him, and then took the silver and sighed, wiped and wiped it on his body, and couldn't close his mouth for a long time.

Zhao Ziming ate the sugar gourd, walked a few more streets, watched the juggling at an intersection for a while, and his melancholy mood was much brighter.

The building was full of diners, only there was an empty table at the entrance, because the door was windy, no one occupied it, Zhao Ziming was too lazy to go upstairs to find a place, and sat down comfortably.

Zhao Ziming ordered half a catty of cooked beef, a few side dishes, thought about it, and added a pot of daughter red.

After the wine and food were served, Zhao Ziming poured himself a glass of wine first, raised his head and drank it in one sip, and suddenly felt a spicy breath rushing to his throat, choking and coughing. He took another slice of beef and ate it, and then took a sip of wine, and felt very happy after a few mouthfuls of wine and meat.

Since he practiced martial arts, Zhao Ziming's appetite has been greater than a day, he has eaten several bowls of rice, and he is still not full, but the wine pot is empty, and the food is gone, so he called his buddy, ordered wine and food, and ate sea drinks, as if there was no one around.

Two or three pots of wine went down, the chill was gone, and the heat on his body was steaming, Zhao Ziming was drunk after all, and he reached out and tore off the cotton robe on his chest, and lay on the table.

In a daze, I seemed to hear someone say: "Ah, I actually met you here, it was really an eye-opener, and I was asked to avenge my revenge!"

When the words fell, Zhao Ziming suddenly felt a chill on his head, and reached out to touch it, it was wet and smelled of wine, but who splashed his head with wine.

Drizzling cold wine, he was much more sober, slapped the table and said angrily: "Which uneducated rabbit cub?"

Long Fei leaned in front of him with a smile and pointed a finger at him, "Qianming, do you still recognize me?"

Zhao Ziming swirled in front of him, and without waiting to take a closer look, he shouted: "It doesn't matter who you are!" casually hit him head-on with a fist, full of strength, but unfortunately the speed was not fast, and Long Fei jumped out of the way.