"In the next game, Zhang Dali in the east of the city will face Wang Xiaowu in the south of the city!"

Ba Jinlun sat on the ground, took a bowl of cold water handed over by Xiao San, poured it on his head, and seized the time to recover his strength. As expected, that Zhang Dali easily defeated Jiangyu in the north of the city and advanced to the second round.

Uncle Chen's face was a little strange, and he said: "Little Wu, Zhang Dali's arm strength has been amazing since he was a child, and he has been working hard for many years, but I have never heard of him practicing any decent internal skills. ”

Uncle Chen didn't say this loudly, but he added an accent to the word "internal strength", which seemed to remind him of something. Ba Jin hurriedly looked at Uncle Chen, but there was nothing abnormal in Uncle Chen's cloudy old eyes.

He thought to himself, since Zhang Dali had never practiced internal strength, wouldn't this Hehuan Jue exercise be useless. Looking at Zhang Dali's iron rod, I am afraid that there will be sixty or seventy pounds, and I don't know if I can take it down.

Xiao San was humming and waving his fists on the side, obviously still reminiscing about the last big victory, "Little Five, if you can win this big guy and fight for our Chengnan disciples, I will call you Little Fifth Brother in the future!"

Ba Jin stood up and rubbed Xiao San's head, "You just wait to call Little Fifth Brother." With that, he walked up to the field with the big golden wheel in high spirits.

This Zhang Dali is eight feet tall, with a bare upper body, revealing a black tendon and flesh, and the iron rod in his hand is as thick as the mouth of a bowl, which is very scary just to look at.

"Little Fifth Brother, are you ready?" Zhang Dali grinned when he saw Ba Jinlun entering.

"Brother Zhang, let's help the brothers in the inner brother to learn, stop at the point......" Ba Jinlun looked at the appearance of this giant, and lost three points in his momentum, so he had to puff out his cheeks to cheer himself up, if he really can't do it, he will learn from Zhao Qiankun just now, we can't beat you and can't run you.

"Okay, then I can do it!" Zhang Dali lifted the long stick, and a dragon went out to sea and smashed the door of Bajinlun.

Ba Jinlun double-wheeled protection in front of him, with all his strength to block, has used the Hehuan Jue exercises. As Uncle Chen expected, this Zhang Dali followed the path of pure external strength with a strong and fierce body, without any true qi in his body, and the disturbance of the Hehuan Jue Gong had no effect on Zhang Dali.

When Ba Jinlun looked at him, he was stabbed four or five steps backwards by Zhang Dali's stick, and finally he couldn't hold back his retreat and fell to the ground. There was a buzz in the arena suddenly, and everyone thought that in this second round, they could see two foreign players facing each other hard, but who knew that Zhang Dali had only one stick and stabbed the opponent.

If you want to say that this external kung fu and internal kung fu, there is no distinction between high and low, and if you practice to the extreme, you can open the stele and crack the stone. However, external kung fu focuses on the body, and usually practitioners start exercising at a young age, and the progress is much faster than that of internal kung fu. A person like Ba Jinlun, who has practiced the family exercises for several years, is definitely not Zhang Dali's opponent in terms of hard resistance at this time.

But Ba Jinlun is also difficult to ride a tiger, and in the battle with Zhao Qiankun, in order to cover up his Hehuan technique, he had to disguise himself as a foreign expert with amazing strength. If the contrast is too great, it will inevitably arouse suspicion.

Bang -- Zhang Dali was another head split, and Ba Jinlun didn't dare to use any tricks, so he had to stack the two golden wheels together, raise his hands above his head, and fight to his death. He only felt a sweetness in his chest, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, which had been shattered by this stick.

"It seems that taking the route of external strength still depends on the innate physique, although the descendants of the south of the city also have a brute strength, after all, the body is there, and when you meet Zhang Dali's natural power, after all, it is a loss. ”

The audience on the sidelines began to talk again, and some of the older beggar disciples saw that the two of them were only caring about toughness, and they also knew that this style of fighting was dangerous and abnormal, so they stood up to stop the competition from continuing.

At this time, Ba Jinlun no longer dared to make a hard connection, so he ran around the opponent like Zhao Qiankun. Zhang Dali is burly, and he is indeed not very flexible, and after chasing a few steps, he found that he was not as smooth as this kid.

Although he looks five big and three thick, but his brain is not stupid, seeing that Ba Jinlun avoided not fighting, he simply opened the big stick and waved it unscrupulously, which can envelop most of the field.

Seeing that the space that could be moved was gradually shrinking under the swing of the big stick, Ba Jinlun secretly complained, thinking in his heart whether to simply escape from the venue and admit defeat.

Xiao San frowned on the side, looking frightened, for fear that this giant man would be so beastly that he wouldn't be able to hold it back, but he would smash Xiao Wu flat. With a bitter face, he pulled Uncle Chen's sleeve, looked at Uncle Chen with blank eyes, and pouted at the two people who were fighting in the field.

Uncle Chen glared at him grimly and shook his head. Xiao San stubbornly grabbed Uncle Chen's sleeve, and his eyes were quickly covered with a layer of fog.

Help-he, Xiao San silently made a lip shape, although he didn't make a sound, his expression was extremely resolute.

Uncle Chen and Xiao San looked at each other for a moment, and finally lost the battle. He quietly took half a step back to the crowd behind him, his right hand was lightly flipped in his sleeve, his thumb had pinched the tip of his middle finger, and with a flick of his strength, an invisible force went straight to Zhang Dali.

Zhang Dali was jumping up and down with a big stick, and suddenly felt a numbness in his waist and eyes, and the entire right half of his body suddenly lost consciousness, and the sixty-pound iron rod in his hand became a rootless duckweed, and he came out of his hand, and flew over Ba Jinlun's head in a daze, and flew towards the crowd of onlookers behind him.

If this iron rod with a thousand powers smashed into the crowd, I am afraid that the beggar disciples in that area will be killed and injured. Ba Jinlun was half-kneeling on the ground at this time, his head tilted back, and he saw in the afterglow that the direction in which the iron rod flew was the shed where the disciples in the south of the city gathered.

As soon as Ba Jinlun gritted his teeth and straightened his waist, he hung the two big golden wheels on the iron rod, only to hear a harsh friction sound, and the gauntlet of the golden wheel will hook the end of the iron rod. But this stick is very urgent, even if it hooks the golden wheel, it still does not change direction.

Ba Jinlun only felt that he was pinching Jinlun's hands and felt a sharp pain, and the whole person was carried up by this iron rod. He grabbed the two golden wheels and hung all his weight on the stick. With a large living person hanging from it, the iron rod flew out for several meters, and then fell to the ground crookedly.

Ba Jinlun fell to the ground along with the big stick, and was dizzy by the head of the stick. Before he could get up, Xiao San had already grabbed it and struggled to help him move the iron rod away from his body.

Ba Jinlun looked up, and was immediately dumbfounded, he was taken out a few meters by the power of this stick, and the whole person was already out of the competition circle, according to the rules, he lost.

Unexpectedly, the audience was silent for a moment, and suddenly a tsunami of cheers erupted.

"Good job! It is worthy of the righteous bun head Wang Xiaowu, and it is really righteous!"

"Yes, yes, in this case, the first reaction is to sacrifice oneself to save people, this agility and determination are very human!"

"Cloud helmsman, congratulations to your gang for having another young and promising young talent, congratulations!"

Zhang vigorously scratched the back of his head and walked over a little surprised, "Little five brothers, are they all me, I don't know what kind of wind I smoked, I didn't pinch the stick for a while......"

Ba Jinlun stood up in shock, what happened just now was purely his natural reaction, this will be recalled, if that stick hit Xiao San, even if this kid didn't die on the spot, he would have broken his muscles and bones, and lay down for several months.

"Little Fifth Brother, it's scared to death, it's all Uncle Chen's ...... who is out of tune" Xiao San jumped up and screamed, making Ba Jinlun a little inexplicable, what does this have to do with Uncle Chen......

At this time, I saw that the cloud rudder lord and a group of old beggars discussed in front of the hall for a long time, and finally the old beggar in the east of the city stood up, first glared at Zhang Dali fiercely, and then said loudly:

"In this round, although the five little brothers in the south of the city are out of the circle, Zhang Dali's weapons in the east of my city are in front. My beggar gang puts chivalry first, the little five brothers have meritorious service in saving people, and our disciples in the east of the city admit defeat!"

"Little Fifth Brother, let's win!" Xiao San jumped three feet high, really like a Sun Dasheng, and the disciples of the Chengnan Beggar Gang next to him also jumped up and rushed into the arena, surrounding Ba Jinlun.

Uncle Chen stroked his beard and smiled, "Yes, yes, no one in my Chengnan Beggars Gang has been able to advance to a bag of disciples for three years, old man, I really didn't see the wrong person." ”

At this time, the cloud helm lord had already walked to the center of the field and announced loudly: "This year's beggars have helped Suzhou to divide the rudder and a bag of disciples to advance to the battle, and the winner is the 'righteous bun head' Wang Xiaowu Wang brothers in the south of the city! ”

Ba Jinlun was dizzy by this series of changes, and when he saw the cloud rudder's eyes on him, he involuntarily walked towards the field.

Suddenly, there was a dense sound of footsteps outside the courtyard wall of the beggars' rudder, and it seemed that thousands of troops were rushing towards this place. Then, a black-faced man walked in at the gate of the courtyard, dressed in a flying fish suit and carrying an embroidered spring knife at his waist, and shouted: "Cloud rudder master, slow down!"