Feng|Liu the beggar with the foil sword, Wang Shaoyuan the shooting star from Peking, Bai Yuqing the storyteller from Jinmen, Wei Wentong the fallen son from Fengtian, the coal horse broadsword eye Chen... This man...
This man is like a plow flower, a big drum, and a banyan tree!
Brother Jian’s godfather under Moth Mountain!
It must be him! This guy is not easy to mess with...
I backed away subconsciously in fear.
Why does Xie Qirong still look so young!
Wang Shaoyuan of Peiping, who was killed by Xie Qirong back then, had the eyes of his whole family pulled out! When the descendants of Yanzi Li San came to seek revenge after learning about this incident, they were also beaten to death by this man. Finally, the Changchun Society dispatched a group of
Only the masters in the batch captured this man alive! Sister Hong said that this man has been locked up in Jiamusi Mental Hospital! He has been locked up in Jiamusi Mental Hospital for more than ten years since 1984!
Why did you escape?
Who the hell let him out! This man was originally a severely mentally ill person who couldn't be cured. He was imprisoned for more than ten years and given injections and electric shocks every day. I'm afraid he was already hopelessly crazy!
Seeing that he was still spinning around and playing with the rattle, I turned pale and pulled Brother Yu: "Quickly, this guy is a master of the Changchun Society."
"A monk who can run away can't run away from the temple," Brother Yu raised his cold eyebrows and said eagerly: "You are so awesome and capable of fighting, right? Come on, let me try it with him. I have never encountered anyone who can make me suffer."
people."
The man stopped circling. He seemed to have heard what Brother Yu said.
He held his waist with one hand, pointed at Brother Yu with a rattle and said, "You want to fight me? That's okay."
After he finished speaking, he threw away the rattle in his hand and said mockingly: "I'll let you, you use a stick and I'll use my hands, but don't blame me if I beat you to death."
"Ah...."
Brother Yu was not afraid at all and sneered: "Not many people in the Shaolin Temple dare to talk to me like this, silly boy, come on."
Brother Yu directly threw away the wooden stick in his hand. He bowed slightly, made fists with both hands, raised the heel of his right leg, and raised his eyebrows coldly. He was obviously angry, and I couldn't persuade him at all.
"Let's step back, brother," Brother Zhiyuan pulled me and ran a few steps away.
At this time, I could only hear someone shouting from a distance: "Hey, don't run too far. I'll look for you after I kill this man."
I once saw Brother Yu fight with my own eyes. He was able to take on more than a dozen gangsters with ease. I knew that he still held back, including the time with Brother Zhiyuan.
He has been practicing martial arts in the temple since he was a child, and he is extremely talented in actual combat. I am not called Shaolin Brother Yu for nothing.
Among the eight gates of the old society, Xie Qirong belongs to the gate of the eight gates, and the gate is martial arts. It is said that Xie Qirong is great, but after all, they are all rumors. Since Brother Yu himself has confidence, then
I just choose to believe him.
Brother Zhiyuan shouted in support: "Come on! Lao Yugan gets down on this idiot!"
In a blink of an eye, the two of them were fighting each other with bare hands.
Xie Qirong's high whip kick was clean and powerful, and he kicked Brother Yu on the neck. Brother Yu reacted quickly and ducked down to avoid the high whip kick. Then Brother Yu saw the opportunity and struck with his right hand.
Knees flew up, and he directly pushed Xie Qi Rong's balls with his knees!
When Xie Qirong saw this, he pushed his buttocks back with all his strength and just managed to avoid the blow.
The series of actions at this moment lasted only a few seconds.
I watched their close fight, and I couldn't close my mouth.
It's not like I imagined, flying over the wall and punching in waves, it's a direct attack on the lower three lanes from the start!
Xie Qirong retracted his butt and side of his body, and very skillfully grabbed Brother Yu's arm. Seeing this, Brother Yu punched Xie Qirong in the face.
Xie Qirong blocked the punch with one palm. The two of them took the move almost at the same time and launched it at the same time. They kicked each other on their stomachs. It can be seen that this kick was extremely powerful. Ordinary people would be afraid of being hit.
It won't work all of a sudden.
Brother Yu was kicked by this kick and took a dozen steps back. His center of gravity was unstable and he was half-leaning against the wall.
On the other hand, after Xie Qirong was kicked by Brother Yu, he stamped his foot on the ground and stood firm without taking a step back.
When they met, he suffered a loss. Brother Yu stood up and twisted his neck back and forth, and his bones made strange noises.
Xie Qirong was wearing a women's long down jacket. Seeing Brother Yu being kicked as if nothing happened, he was surprised and said, "Where did you learn this? Young people have a solid foundation in hard skills."
Brother Yu snorted and pointed at Xie Qirong: "It doesn't matter what you know, don't be awesome. Come back when you have the guts."
After that, I saw Brother Yu put on a posture and remained still, and the veins on his temples on both sides of his forehead popped out.
The next moment I heard clearly, there were waves of deep sounds coming from his throat or from all the joints of his body.
"oops!"
When Xie Qirong heard this voice, he immediately took a step back and said loudly: "I know! The six major openings of external training and internal strengthening! You have been in the Shaolin Temple!"
"The muscles and bones roar together."
"This is the sound of tiger and leopard thunder."
"You must have endured a lot of hardships. Young people are not simple."
Xie Qirong was not stingy and gave Brother Yu a thumbs up with a smile.
