Although Bibo Zhuang's famous stunt is Bibo swordsmanship, Lin Yu has been involved in Wanyushan since he was a child, and he learned from the most basic boxing and feet, and won the true legend of Wanyushan.

And Wan Yushan has always regarded him as his successor, and he has disciplined him very strictly, so in addition to swordsmanship, Lin Yu has practiced all kinds of kung fu very solidly.

At this moment, seeing that the opponent did not make any preparations and blindly rushed forward, Lin Yu smiled slightly in his heart, turned his fist into a palm, gently brushed it in front of him, and after drawing a false move, a dodge had already appeared behind the short man.

This transfer seemed exquisite in the eyes of onlookers, and it was immediately applauded by everyone.

Lin Yu looked proud, turned his palm into a claw again, and grabbed the short man's back.

Suddenly, I saw the short man's figure pause, and he turned around quickly, stretching out his hands from his cuffs to meet Lin Yu's claws.

At the moment when the palms and claws intersected, a sharp pain came from Lin Yu's palm.

Before he could react, he saw that the short man's right hand had already hit his chest.

Lin Yu instinctively took a breath and hurriedly jumped back, but saw that the clothes on his chest had been pierced by some kind of sharp blade, revealing the flesh and blood underneath.

"What a demon, you tricked me into not using a weapon, and you actually cheated secretly!" Lin Yu glanced at his hands again, and found that the palms of his hands were also scratched by sharp weapons, and traces of blood were oozing.

"Hmph, which eye did you see that I had a weapon?" the short man sneered, stretching his arms for everyone to check on their bodies.

The wide sleeves sway in the breeze, revealing the contours of the arms.

"You ......" Lin Yu was so angry that he couldn't speak, because he carefully looked the short man up and down, but still didn't find any trace of the weapon.

"If your skills are not as good as others, don't frame the blame, the leper dog is the leper dog, and the mouth is full of stench. As he spoke, the short man covered his nose and shook his head.

At this time, the anger in Lin Yu's heart completely exploded, he roared wildly, and a brisk step rushed forward, raised his fist, and smashed towards the short man like raindrops.

The short man had a vigorous posture, frequently dodging Lin Yu's attacks, and occasionally stretched out his hands to resist one or two, but after resisting, he retracted his hand back into his sleeve.

After a while, Lin Yu stopped attacking and retreated to the side, but the aura on his body had already fluctuated slightly.

Ying Yarou, who was standing on the sidelines watching the battle, noticed the fluctuation of Lin Yu's breath, looked at him with concern, and suddenly found that his hands were trembling, and drop after drop of blood was sliding from his hands and dripping to the ground.

"Senior Brother Lin, your hand ......" With her exclamation, the rest of the Bibo Zhuang disciples couldn't hold back their anger, and they all drew their long swords, and they were about to besiege the short man.

But at this moment, Lin Yu waved his hand and stopped everyone's actions.

"Get out of the way!"

Hearing that it was the senior brother who was angry, the disciples had to swallow their anger and slowly retreat to the side.

"Yo, the leper dog has a very stubborn temper, what, what are you going to frame me this time? Secretly put a hidden weapon? If you don't worry, even if the group of pugs who called you come forward to search, as long as they find any weapons on me, I will immediately kowtow to you and apologize, and let you dispose of it." The short man said with a smirk on his face.

"Let's go, let's go up and search, this kid must have hidden weapons. As soon as the man's voice fell, a Bibo Zhuang disciple shouted loudly.

"Shut up! This is a duel between me and him, and nothing to do with anyone else. Lin Yu roared angrily, and the scene suddenly fell silent.

Seeing this scene, Ying Yarou shook her head slightly, and the worry in her eyes was even worse.

At this moment, Shui Yixiang, who was sitting above the square, was also a little worried, and said softly to Wan Yushan: "Yushan, you don't want people to help Yu'er." ”

"Hmph, if you can't even deal with a little thief, what qualifications do you have to be my big disciple of Wan Yushan. Wan Yushan snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Shui Yixiang sighed in her heart and said: "If there is a teacher, there must be an apprentice, this stubborn temper is simply carved out of a mold." ”

"Tut-tut, Senior Brother Lin is really heroic, oh, no, it's really a hero, I admire and admire it. The short man bowed to Lin Yu solemnly.

"Don't talk nonsense, even if you attack, even if I Lin Yu doesn't use Bibo swordsmanship, I can still beat you all over the ground. Lin Yu was full of true qi, stopped the wound on his hand, put on a defensive posture, and waited for the other party to attack.

This time he learned to be obedient, he was in a hurry to attack just now, and he didn't see clearly what tricks the opponent had made for a while, and his hands were already scarred, so this time he wanted the opponent to attack first, and he could carefully observe the opponent's actions in defense, intending to find flaws.

The short man saw through Lin Yu's intentions and sneered: "If the puppy doesn't bark, his life will be lost!"

As soon as the words fell, the short man rushed towards Lin Yu like a man.

When it attacked in front of him, his sleeves flew together, and a gust of wind blew, which was extremely sharp.

Lin Yu hurriedly alternated his palms and fists, and also stirred up the palm wind and fist wind to resist the wind of his sleeves.

But during the attack, the short man would occasionally stretch his hands out of his sleeves and sneak up a few times, and retract in the blink of an eye.

This made Lin Yu have to be careful to beware of the elusive hands while dealing with the sleeves.

After a moment of fighting, a few bits of blood spilled to the side with the wind.

I saw that Lin Yu not only had some new wounds on his hands, but also had some new wounds on his body.

Everyone present already understood at a glance that Lin Yu had fallen behind.

And Ying Yarou also held the hilt of the sword anxiously, ready to help.

Just as Lin Yu and the short man were fighting, they hit the edge of the field, and the wind stirred up affected the people watching around.

Several people who were close were so frightened that they hurriedly retreated, and one of them, a man dressed in a housekeeping costume, was blocked by the people behind him and slowed down half a step when he stepped back.

In this way, the short man's sleeves flicked over, and he just stretched out his hands to attack Lin Yu's chest, and Lin Yu hurriedly jumped up to avoid the opponent's attack.

However, this even tired the man in the housekeeping costume who was originally standing behind Lin Yu and watching.

Hearing a tearing sound, the man looked down and saw that the clothes on his chest had been cut out of a large gap.

Suddenly, a wave of anger surged into the man's face, and he roared: "His grandfather's, you are fighting and fighting, what are you doing with my clothes? I am just such a dress, what am I wearing!"

As soon as these words came out, Ying Yarou felt a little familiar, and followed the reputation and recognized that the person who spoke was Jingfa, and he didn't know when he squeezed into the front row to watch this competition.

And the short man also heard Jingfa's shouting at this time, and when he heard the other party scolding himself, his brows furrowed, and suddenly one sleeve threw it on Jingfa's face.

Jing Fa was startled and hurriedly lowered his head to dodge.

But seeing that the short man suddenly stretched out his right hand in his sleeve and grabbed Jing Fa's face.

But unexpectedly, Jing Fa escaped quickly, and before his hand was fully extended, Jing Fa's figure had already retreated a few meters back and escaped beyond his attack range.

At this moment, the man felt the wind surging behind him, and hurriedly turned around to fight back, and fought with Lin Yu again.

But an unexpected voice from the short man slowly floated from the side: "His grandfather's, you are really unhygienic, where did you get such thick nail dirt, it sticks to my clothes and is disgusting, this is the clothes I just changed into today." ”

I saw Jingfa standing in place, taking out his broken sword with a disgusted face, and carefully scraping off the black object on the torn clothes on his chest.