martial law

A bowl of soup is not important, what is important is the Xingyi killing move that comes with this bowl of soup.

Since you bear the name of invincibility, let's see if you dare to drink it?

Ding Lianshan's right hand is like an eagle's catch, which means to take off;

The left hand is like a snake coil, but it is hidden in the divine will.

As long as Yang Lin touches the rim of the bowl, he will fly away like an eagle and a snake, with a shocking blow.

Chapter 130

One person in the field handed the soup, and the other was ready to take it.

It looked like it was fun.

Just like the host is hospitable, the guests are courteous, and both parties are like friends.

But somehow.

Everyone felt that the brightly lit theater lobby seemed to be flickering and ghostly.

Even laymen who don't know martial arts the least.

I can also feel the inexplicable hidden murderous intent.

Gong Baosen's eyes had already narrowed a thin line, and he looked at the soup bowl without blinking, with a look of reminiscence on his face.

Huo Yuanjia also came to watch the competition with his sick body.

Previously, when Yang Lin and Gong Baosen fought passionately and vigorously, his expression was calm and he didn't have much reaction.

At this time, seeing Ding Lianshan respecting the soup, he bowed his whole body slightly, as if he was facing an enemy.

"Yuanjia, this is?"

Nong Jingsun asked quietly.

He didn't understand.

When Ding Lianshan appeared, he still felt that the old man was very kind and did not match his nickname and reputation at all.

He beat his younger brother and almost sent the father and daughter away with a knife.

He even kindly sent a bowl of soup?

what a man.

Next, he was confused.

He didn't understand what Ding Lianshan was up to in the field at all, and why he served a bowl slowly like an old man in Longzhong.

After so long, the arms are still slowly stretching forward...

If you really don't want to part with that bowl of snake soup, you can keep it for yourself, as for being so stingy.

"Excellent, murderous intent hidden, listening to the thunder in the silent place, there is no one under the fame..."

Huo Yuanjia exclaimed, and changed his voice again, "Master Yang is even more powerful. I heard that after his cultivation reaches a certain level, he will appear in a strange state of mind. He sees and does not hear, and avoids danger...

I don't know what kind of situation he is in now, but it must be similar. "

Huo Yuanjia could see it clearly.

Gong Baosen also understood.

In fact, there were some Lianjiazi present, all of them could see the silent confrontation between the two of them handing soup to soup, and they didn't even dare to show their anger.

Those who couldn't understand were affected by the atmosphere, and then breathed extremely lightly, for fear of disturbing the invisible confrontation between the two in the field.

Of course, everyone is not as clear as Ding Lianshan himself.

He was dismayed to find that his right hand was shaped like an eagle, and changed into a bear, a tiger, a swallow, and a hawk;

The left hand is in the shape of a snake, like a dragon ascending to the sky, and then transforming into a horse and leaping like a monkey, but he has never found any chance to make a move.

Yang Lin's hand stretched out to take the soup bowl was like a big hand covering the sky...

The five fingers are like swords, and the edge of the palm turns into a knife.

Elbows swaying, quietly closing the gate of heaven.

Ding Lianshan's hands changed twelve shapes in a row, making moves to attack the killer, but none of his moves was sure to penetrate the block of the opponent's right hand.

Before he could make a move, he felt extremely frustrated.

Ding Lianshan is known as the ghost of the Kanto.

He has killed people all his life, and never made a second move.

Either don't do it, or you will kill if you go out, and you won't turn back if you don't see blood.

It was the first time he saw someone who was able to reach out casually, making himself lose even the desire to make a move.

"Junior Gong is not wronged by his defeat. '

Ding Lianshan sighed secretly, his eyes turned sharp suddenly, the soup bowl retracted slightly, and he said in his mouth: "Master Yang, be careful, take care of your hands."

He left the soup bowl with his left hand, turned his right hand slightly, stretched the back of his hand upwards, lifted the soup bowl, and sent it straight over.

The ring finger and little finger are slightly bent, and the middle and index fingers are stretched forward like a sword.

Go one step further.

Floor tiles crumbled.

This style is the untold secret of Xingyimen, a little red...

Because the distance is too close, the right point of the sword finger can be stabbed, the forehead is pierced, and the eyes are gouged out.

It can also transform fists, hit the throat, and hang the chest.

At the same time, it can also cut the neck with palms.

The number changes in one formula, and it is impossible to speculate.

Moreover, beforehand, Ding Lianshan even praised Yang Lin high, and asked him if he would like to drink a bowl of soup, and then canceled all the previous affairs.

If Yang Lin backed down at this time and refused to take the bowl or drink the soup, it would be a great loss of face.

However, since Yang Lin made his debut, he has gained the reputation of being invincible. No matter how you look at it, he doesn't seem to have the temperament to give in and admit defeat. Even if he loses the wind, he is still unwilling.

In Shanghai, boxing in all directions.

What he wants is to use a pair of fists to beat the barbarians and make the whole world surrender.

How could he be so frightened by an old ghost hiding in the dark that he dared not even drink soup?

If word got out, the reputation was too bad.

Seeing that the soup bowl was about to be brought to his mouth, Yang Lin suddenly smiled.

He took a light breath, and seemed to smell the strong fragrance of snake soup, and his face showed an intoxicated look.

Huo Yuanjia could see clearly, but he saw that Yang Lin's chest was slightly swollen, and his eyes were slightly bloodshot.

His outstretched right hand seemed to become uncertain, obviously very slow, but it gave off an indescribably fast feeling.

"The speed depends on the heart, and everything changes in an instant... Swallowing the weather in one gulp is already so wonderful, I am far inferior to him."

He watched Yang Lin take the soup bowl with a complicated expression, raised his head and drank it slowly, swallowed, and said hello again.

I also saw Ding Lianshan's sword pointing to his right hand, changing his hand shape three times in an instant...

Shadowy, Yang Lin seemed to have made a move, or maybe he hadn't.

There was no movement.

Just drink a bowl of soup normally.

……

Wait until the bottom of the bowl is upside down.

Ding Lianshan backed away suddenly, clasped his fists in vain salute, pushed the cart back again.

As he walked, he coughed lightly, and shouted loudly: "Master Yang's kung fu is good luck, and his boxing skills have reached a wonderful state. Ding is ashamed of himself, old man, old man."

Everyone shouted in unison.

Putting on such a posture, offering a bowl of soup, he conceded defeat and left.

This old man is really crazy...

Is he really a master of Xingyi?

Like Nong Jinsun, there were many people present who couldn't understand the existence of the confrontation in the field. At this moment, they were all tongue-tied, and had no idea what kind of demon moth Ding Lianshan was playing.

"Look at his hands."

People with extraordinary eyesight reminded in a low voice.

Everyone looked carefully at Ding Lianshan's right hand handing soup, and then found out in horror...Ding Lianshan's right hand, which was originally covered by a long robe sleeve, was fine before, but now it was bleeding profusely.

The fingers were folded upside down, exposing the white bones.

That hand no longer looked like a human hand, but a lump of blood that couldn't be recognized after being crushed by a sledgehammer.

"That's right, I said why he gave a bowl of soup out of nowhere, and then backed away out of nowhere? It turns out that I have already fought against each other, but unfortunately I didn't understand it."

A potbellied merchant stood there with a sudden realization on his face.

"It is rumored that the Xingyi Bagua Gate in the north is bright and dark, with a face and a face.

Respect someone with a cigarette.

Riko just kills one person.

Gong Baosen is all about face. He lives in the temple on weekdays and meets guests and friends from all over the world.

And Lizi is Ding Lianshan, he is a ghost in the dark, he has never appeared in front of people in a beautiful way, and he has no reputation.

Anyone who has seen him make a move is either dead or disabled.

Anything that should be done and shouldn't be done, he will do it. "

"Yeah, how can such a lizi who is responsible for the dark side of the sect watch Gong Baosen's miserable defeat.

No matter what, he had to make a move. The toast to the soup earlier was just a trap. "

Hearing everyone's discussion, some people around who couldn't understand all oh-oh repeatedly.

Looking at Yang Lin, he was in awe.

Someone set up a trap, but this one is good, he doesn't push back, he doesn't avoid it.

Instead, he plunged into the trap generously.

He even drank a bowl of soup, exposing the throat, chest, lower abdomen and other vital parts to the most sinister and dangerous Ding Lianshan.

'I'll let you attack, but you won't be able to enter. '

Although he didn't say a word, his gestures and gestures were undoubtedly superficial.

Then, while drinking the soup, not only did he catch Ding Lianshan's dangerous blow, but, without making a sound, he broke one of his hands.

This is the master of masters, the master of masters.

The difference in realm and strength between the two people who serve the soup and drink the soup cannot be counted.

Not a level at all.

Chapter 131 It's Not in vain to come to this world

"Master is so majestic."

The little princess Marilyn cried out loudly, her little face glowing.

She seemed to be afraid that others would not know who she was.

Dragging a few dressed beasts beside him, he said excitedly: "You know? Yang Lin, Yang Wudi, he is my master."

"It's amazing, it's amazing, I didn't see how he made the move at all, and the insidious old man broke his hand and lost, haha."

It has to be said that since Marilyn practiced plum blossom stakes and plum blossom knives, her pair of slender hands are not as weak as they appear on the surface, but rather strong.