This boy named Han Dong is so weird!

The whole body is full of energy and blood, and the body is strong. Why is the body so flexible, especially how can the reaction be so fast?

It doesn’t have the disadvantages of being inflexible like a person with great strength!

He is obviously only in the Mingjin realm!

This can't go on like this!

If the fight continues like this, there will be no winner or loser day and night!

At this time, Yan Zhendong was originally very high-spirited, but his desire to challenge Huang Feihong had gradually faded away.

This is true for a person's name, the shadow of a tree, and a disciple, let alone a master?

It's better to get the thirty silver dollars first. From now on, we can't live by stealing leftovers from our apprentices every day!

Thinking of this, Yan Zhendong's heart skipped a beat, he stopped his wandering figure, roared, made fists with his hands, and rushed towards Han Dong.

When Han Dong saw that Yan Zhendong was no longer wandering around, but was rushing toward him, his eyes lit up, and he rushed forward with energy in his body.

"Dong dong"

The violent crash, which had not occurred for a long time, resounded in the street again, deafening.

Yan Zhendong launched a series of rapid attacks.

Fists, palms, fingers, hooks, a variety of boxing techniques, and striking techniques are performed continuously, which makes people dazzled.

Han Dong couldn't even see it with his eyes, but he stuck to his heart and knew that his boxing skills were far inferior to Yan Zhendong's. Therefore, he would never compete with his opponent's boxing skills, but only focused on being tough.

No matter what kind of attack method Yan Zhendong uses, Han Dong only has one attack method: be tough!

Relying on his agility and extremely quick reaction, which was nearly twice that of his opponent, even though Yan Zhendong's attacks were getting faster and more fierce, Han Dong just blocked them one by one without giving up an inch.

‘Dong-dong’, ‘Peng-peng’, a series of thunder and pops, and I don’t know how many times the two of them collided in a short period of time!

In the houses on both sides of the street, people who stuck their heads out of the windows to watch the fight were stunned.

In the distance, Liang Kuan's hands were tightly holding the money bag and umbrella. In the heavy rain, his palms were sweating, and he looked nervously and excitedly at the two people on the field.

The fight between the two on the court was incredibly fast, and even the words lightning and flint are not enough to describe it!

Full of energy and passion, Han Dong had long since lost his sense of vision, his eyes couldn't keep up with the movements, everything was done instinctively, his body acted randomly, and he had no time to think.

During the fierce battle, Yan Zhendong roared again, and after a series of explosions and dozens of fist fights, his body suddenly rose up, and then he turned over Han Dong's head.

Without any time to think, Han Dong instinctively punched to the top of his head without even blinking.

A sound of 'Peng'.

Han Dong's fist made a muffled sound as if it had hit a target.

Immediately, Han Dong felt as if dozens of fine needles had been shot into his back, penetrating into his body. He immediately lost control of his body, screamed, and fell to the ground.

Falling to the ground, Han Dong couldn't get up for a long time.

My back is burning with pain, and I can even feel my heart aching through my back!

All the 'nodes' on the body collapsed and could no longer maintain the stable structure as before. The whole body seemed to be falling apart and was completely weak.

After a long time, Han Dong finally came back to his senses and turned to look behind him.

Yan Zhendong was seen standing motionless with his back to him.

After Han Dong took a few breaths, Yan Zhendong turned around and looked at Han Dong with an expression on his face.

Looking at Yan Zhendong, Han Dong smiled bitterly, coughed repeatedly, and got up from the ground with difficulty.

After barely standing still, Han Dong looked at Yan Zhendong and said weakly:

"Master Yan is very skilled, but Han lost!"

Yan Zhendong nodded slightly, his face still expressionless, he cupped his hands and said:

"Concession!"

Han Dongqiang cheered up, stretched out his hand and bowed:

"I offended you today. It's an honor for Han to meet a master like Master Yan. It's inconvenient now. We'll talk to each other again when we have the opportunity. Farewell!"

Yan Zhendong nodded slightly but said nothing.

Han Dong smiled.

I am still young. Compared with such a master of martial arts, I am far behind. I didn’t know how I was beaten just now. My loss was a bit inexplicable.

But today is obviously not the right time to talk about it anymore, so we can only explore why we lost just now later.

Holding his hand again, Han Dong picked up the umbrella on the ground, turned around and walked slowly towards Baozhilin.

Yan Zhendong didn't make any unnecessary moves and just watched Han Dong leave.

Liang Kuan on the side came over at this time, opened his umbrella, covered Yan Zhendong from the rain, and said:

"This Han Dong is so powerful, but Master is even more powerful!"

Yan Zhendong raised his hand to stop Liang Kuan from speaking, and looked at Han Dong's back without saying a word.

Although Han Dong walked slowly, the street was not long, and he disappeared around the corner of the street after a while.

Liang Kuan looked at Yan Zhendong and asked cautiously:

"Master, what should we do next? Are we still going to Baozhilin?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zhendong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and immediately his body softened and fell to the ground.

Liang Kuan was shocked. He quickly stretched out his hand to support Yan Zhendong and asked in shock:

"Master, Master, what's wrong with you?"

After calling several times, Yan Zhendong finally regained his breath, lay in Liang Kuan's arms, and said anxiously:

"What a powerful punch, cough cough... Liang Kuan, do you still have those thirty silver coins?"

Liang Kuan nodded quickly and said:

"Here, here, Master!"

When Yan Zhendong heard that the silver dollar was still there, his expression immediately softened and he said:

"I was injured, but it's okay. It's not serious. I'll recover in a few days!"

"The rivers and lakes are dangerous. It's not a good place to stay here for a long time. Please support me and let's find an inn to stay first!"

When Liang Kuan heard this, he didn't care much and quickly helped Yan Zhendong to find an inn in the heavy rain.

Han Dong was not in a good situation at this time. His whole body was aching and weak, especially around his heart, and he felt like he couldn't breathe.

The walking speed became slower and slower, but fortunately Baozhilin was not far away. After walking hard for a while, we finally arrived.

After entering Baozhilin, Han Dong did not go back to his house, but walked directly to the room where Huang Feihong lived.

Without knocking, Han Dong threw himself on the door. Fortunately, the door was not closed, so he went straight in.

After entering, he saw Huang Feihong and Aunt Thirteen sitting at the table, talking about something, but at this time Han Dong was already dizzy and couldn't hold on anymore, and fell to the ground with a 'dong' sound.

Huang Feihong and Thirteenth Aunt were shocked when they saw this, and quickly stepped forward to support Han Dong, only to find that Han Dong had fainted.

Huang Feihong immediately picked up Han Dong and put him on his bed. He asked Aunt Thirteen to go out and prepare medicine for the injury while carefully diagnosing Han Dong's condition.

Bao Zhilin suddenly became busy.

When Han Dong woke up, it was already noon the next day.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Huang Feihong beside him, and his heart felt warm.
Chapter completed!