"Western Cool Fist"

Wu Ze's body did not arrive, a fist wind came first, he didn't dare to hold it up, and for a while, he transported a layer of internal force with a very strong force, and blasted towards Wu Ling. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The young people who bet on the stage couldn't help but spit on his shamelessness, and the shameless people used all their strength to deal with it as soon as they came up, and the masked youth seemed to have enough of it this time.

As soon as their minds rose, Wu Ling's broom tip was one step ahead, and it swept in Wu Ze's face.

Feeling the hot horizontal stripes on his face, Wu Ze's body shape remained unchanged, endured the pain, and continued to move forward, wanting to hit Wu Ling deeply in the chest with his fist.

Wu Ling finished sweeping, took a step back, turned around and swept again, this time with the addition of twenty-four broken hands, in the eyes of ordinary people, the masked man's broom was only swept once, while Wu was hit by the broom seven or eight times.

Wu Ling was surprised and had another understanding of these twenty-four broken hands, the twenty-four broken hands are an auxiliary martial arts, if it is directly added to the fist footsteps, it may only play a practical role of less than five points, if it is added to the long-handled weapon - well, the broom is also a long-handled weapon, then it can completely transform the power of the twenty-four broken hands.

It is no wonder that Junzimen has a sword friend, but he still has to practice the martial arts of these twenty-four broken hands, and even treats the twenty-four broken hands as a kind of secret book to protect, it seems that the sword skills of this Junzimen are extraordinary.

Wu Ling was shocked, seeing that Wu Ze's actions were extremely slow, and the transfer of his hand was swept by a dozen wind-breaking brooms, of course, in the eyes of outsiders, Wu Ling only interacted three or two times.

Wu Ze couldn't withstand the sweeping blows of several brooms, and the hot broom branches slashed across his face one after another, as sharp as a blade, and soon Wu Ze's face was covered with a net of blood, just stinging, but no fatal injury, this was Wu Ling's deliberate doing, he just wanted Wu Ze to taste the shame brought by this "inferior" to the "superior".

Wu Ze stopped the speed of the forward pounce, reached out and touched his face that seemed to have been poured by a hot oil pan, the stinging pain rushed straight to his heart, and he screamed two sentences in his mouth, and yelled at the masked man: "What do you mean by this, are you teasing me?"

"Yes and what, what if not, what can you do?" Wu Ling sarcastically.

Liang Hong couldn't help laughing when he heard it, he was not good at words, and at this time, he felt that the masked man in front of him was very rampant, and after laughing, he said: "You are crazy, crazy and boundless." ”

The black-robed man Wu heard Liang Hong's word "crazy", and a black shadow faintly rose in his heart, this black shadow was more than eight feet long, rough clothes, but the handsome face could not be fully recognized, as if he was dreaming, isn't this person the Wuling youth who won the eighteen palms of the dragon?

"He's crazy, but how could I think of him?" Wu Ze stopped scolding, frowned, and stared at the table in front of him, unable to help but ponder.

Wu Ling saw that Wu Ze was a little suspicious, regardless of his three-seven-twenty-one, I swept the autumn wind and swept the leaves with a broom and twenty-four broken hands, sweeping until your mother didn't know you.

Whizzing forward, with the movement of Sanda's footsteps, Wu Ling stepped forward, but it was not very forward, just the distance that the broom could sweep to Wu Ze, his hand was like a long stick lying on a thousand catties, and he swept from bottom to top, Wu Ze did not react for a while, and a large piece of the pants on the lower body was swept off, revealing the snow-white and bright coarse thighs, and the scene was shocked by this scene.

"Shameless!"

"Dead perverts, stinky rascals. ”

"My mother, the first time I saw such a way of playing in the ring, I was very energetic. ”

A group of female audiences and little girls were talking about perversion in unison, a group of young men and middle-aged men roared in unison, and the party Wu Ze, whose black face was white and red, looked at Wu Ling for a while.

"Really...... What a bastard, big bastard, stinky rascal. Ling Tianxiang covered his eyes, kicked on the ground with his feet, and kept shouting with jade teeth in his mouth, looking very embarrassed, but he didn't name who was the stinky hooligan bastard, the old city lord thought that he was saying that the masked man's approach was slightly inappropriate, and then Ling Tianxiang's voice came. "Did the stinky rascal get his clothes in order?"

Only then did the old city lord Tian Chong know who the bastard and the hooligan in Ling Tianxiang's mouth were referring to, so he couldn't help but pick up the teacup, take a sip, and spit out lightly: "The most important thing in making tea is tea, Miss Tianxiang, do you say it?"

Ling Tianxiang didn't think about making tea or not at this time, and stomped his feet again, provoking the old city lord to put down the cup, and said with a dry smile: "The next Tianxiang girl should not watch it for the time being, the scene is too filthy, and the girl will inevitably be sad when she sees it." ”

To be honest, when the old city lord Tian was talking, he was just guessing, and he always felt that the masked man was playing Wu Ze, so he first reminded the Tianxiang girl to avoid it for the time being.

At that moment, Wu Ling didn't plan to stop it, the tip of the broom on the ground was lightly dripping, like a dragonfly dotting water, and then swayed up, and lifted Wu Ze's shirt, Wu Ze was angry and burned his breath, and he didn't dodge again, the top was torn apart from the middle like this, and only a thin translucent silk dress was left inside, and the pig's liver-colored face made Wu Ze suddenly embarrassed.

Wu Ling laughed, his laughter was extremely hearty, and he said to Wu Ze: "I haven't used the internal force yet, you are so embarrassed, the first layer of internal force is certainly a watershed, but those potential powerhouses under the internal force, you should not deliberately offend, otherwise, he will repay you a hundred times." ”

Wu Ze was stunned coldly, suddenly raised his head, his heart was extremely shocked, from the mask man's words, he gradually guessed the identity of the mask man, but he didn't believe it, he didn't believe that Wu Ling broke through the realm with internal force so quickly, and even had the strength to crush himself, he who had been in a layer of internal force for thirty years would not believe this was the truth even if he died.

"Who are you?" Wu Ze asked, but Wu Ling didn't want to give him more time to survive, because Wu Ling Yu Guang had already noticed that Liang Hong would start to intervene in this battle, and Wu Ling had to kill the black-robed man quickly.

said that it was too late, and then quickly, Wu Ling didn't wait for Wu Ze's five words to fall, turned his hand and threw away the broom, and the pace of the twenty-four broken hands was unleashed, and he shot towards Wu Ze, and the floor tile that he stepped on was sunk down a full three inches deep, which showed that this force was extremely fast.

Liang Hong himself has four layers of internal force, after seeing the speed of the masked man, he couldn't help but sigh, thinking that it was useless to rush forward at this time, and immediately sacrificed a hundred special secret weapons, predicted the trajectory of the masked man's movements, and quickly shot out the hidden weapons together.

The speed of the "Dangdang Xiu" concealed weapon was very fast, and it rubbed a fiery red squeak in the air.

Seeing this, Wu Ling's body swayed, moving forward and backward, and the left line was abrupt, although there was no meaning of taking a leisurely walk, but compared to the way he dodged the arrow feathers in the bamboo forest that time, the perception of movement was refined again, and he saw the hidden weapon slipping past him, and soon Wu Ling dodged all the hidden weapons, and the punch had already been completely condensed, and the iron-like quality slammed into the black-robed man with a surprised look on his face.

After sticking to Wu Ze's ear, he replied carefully: "This punch will be sent to you, remember my name, my name is Wu Ling......"

(There is only one shift today, and the one in the evening will be left to make up for it on the morning of the 8th, thank you for your support)