martial law

The few people who were being pulled were maintaining their demeanor, watching the competition in the arena seriously, still sighing in their hearts, they almost fell down after being pulled by the little princess.

While my heart was furious.

Looking down, I saw a blond doll carved in jade.

At the moment, there is no anger left.

A young man in an expensive suit quickly squeezed out a flattering smile, and complimented him: "It's amazing, Yang Wudi is so powerful that we Shanghainese are all proud of him. Is he your master? Ah, what a blessing. "

"I also want to have such a master, my father Tan Yunhao, who is well-known in Shanghai, I don't know this lady..."

"Shut up, she is Marilyn, the little princess of Yingjili."

A person next to him pinched the young man surnamed Tan vigorously, and roared in a low voice.

"Little princess."

The young man's feet softened and he almost fell to the ground.

He stared at Marilyn with dull eyes, unable to say a word.

……

"This girl is crazy."

Little Mushroom stroked his forehead and sighed, feeling very ashamed, couldn't help but quietly moved away.

I was afraid that others would find out that I knew Marilyn and came here together.

Yingjili's customs are still somewhat different from those in China.

From Little Mushroom's point of view, this little princess who usually looks very bright, generous and shrewd is actually crazy alone.

Once she gets emotional, she doesn't care much about the occasion.

In the Yang Mansion, various jokes are often made.

However, Mr. Yang and Mrs. Yang didn't care much about her madness, but treated her very well, which is really strange.

Little Mushroom secretly sneered, thinking that the foreign lady was just too noisy and too inattentive to her image, she turned around and raised her hands, her little face flushed, and shouted loudly: "Young master is mighty, invincible under heaven. "

Well, all the people around turned around and looked over with amused expressions.

On the contrary, it dilutes the chilling atmosphere on the field a lot.

When Yang Lin heard the scream of the little mushroom, he smiled knowingly, but did not turn his head.

Because, he saw a person.

Obviously not very tall.

On the contrary, his stature looks a little thin and short.

Walking is like a dragon and a tiger, like a mountain moving slowly.

When people see him, they completely ignore his appearance and his figure.

Instead, it was like seeing a big tiger with a dangling white forehead, and boundless horror arose in my heart.

In fact, the performance of the surrounding audience undoubtedly proved this point.

Ever since this old man appeared in the hall.

The noise in the hall suddenly stopped, and the scene was so quiet that needles could be heard.

Even the little Mushroom Duo, who were having a good time at the side, held their breath rarely, with a look of worry in their eyes.

Yang Lin's eyes lit up.

I secretly applauded in my heart.

Such momentum, so murderous.

In this era, there is only one person, and that is "Sharp Spear" Li Xuwen.

This person doesn't need any nickname or name to frighten others, as long as he appears, he will be the most absolute center there.

No one dares to ignore it.

Yang Lin heard a gossip, which was said by Long Jinsun.

It seems that two years ago, Mr. Li Xuwen was invited by his friends to visit Zhang Zuolin's house. He met several Japanese masters, and he was bragging about how good Japanese martial arts are. However, Chinese martial arts have basically declined, and he kept provoking them. A well-known sharpshooter in China.

In the end, Li Xuwen was not angry, but he quietly asked those people to write down their life and death certificates.

Then, he punched a child and beat them to pieces.

The rest of the Japanese masters crawled out like ghosts and gods.

When we saw each other later, I didn't dare to say a word.

Therefore, when seeing this Mr. Sharpshooter on weekdays, basically he can only see the quiet and stable side of the other party.

And once he became ferocious, it was really ferocious, with overwhelming murderous aura.

Even the old Mr. Sun Lutang said that Li Xuwen must be very strong, but it is a pity that his murderous aura is too strong, and his shots are either dead or disabled, so it is not suitable for exchanges.

Well, it means that even if you compete with him, it's like fighting an enemy to the death.

Relying on his big gun that can lift a carriage with strength, stab mosquitoes and flies skillfully without damaging the wall, if he really fights, no matter whether his martial arts is higher than him, he will have to walk between life and death.

Who can bear this?

and also.

Under the sharpshooter Li Xuwen, countless martial arts comrades died, all of them were those who did not believe in evil.

But the strange thing is that even some people in the martial arts were killed by him.

No one dared to seek revenge.

It's just that I think I'm unlucky, and I don't know how to recognize people by eyes.

This point is much better than Yang Lin.

Yang Lin killed several people.

Not to mention that everyone shouts and shouts to kill, but there are no young or old people who come to seek revenge.

Even the Japanese may not be afraid of him...

That guy Fujita Takeshi is probably still hiding in the barracks, waiting for the opportunity to plot against him all the time.

So, sometimes, Yang Lin felt that he might be too lenient.

He didn't show his prestige or arrogance.

"You are fine and strong."

Li Xuwen held the gun in his hand, and the tip of the gun touched the ground tiles, dragging out sparks.

The piercing sound made the eardrums itch slightly.

"That old monkey and that poisonous snake can't understand your punching techniques, and they don't know the true meaning of killing. They only know how to play tricks. It's only natural that they were defeated by you."

Li Xuwen doesn't seem to care about other people's opinions.

I don't care what the occasion is.

He was just commenting on his own, not as if he was talking to others, but as if he was talking to himself.

"Martial arts go to the extreme and directly restore the true nature, nothing more than strength, speed and skill.

You are strong, fast, and your skills have reached the level of a god, and you have an overwhelming advantage when you make a move.It is not easy to defeat you. "

This said.

Yang Lin also understood the meaning of not being easy.

That is not too difficult.

Yang Lin was not angry either.

Not to mention the discomfort of being underestimated.

He knew that the strength he had shown before would at most make this powerful master who was famous all over the world and dared to fight for the number one in the world just take a look at him.

but.

This sharpshooter probably didn't know that he didn't even use one-third of his strength and speed when fighting Gong Baosen and Ding Lianshan.

Kill boxing to kill Weidao.

Too fierce and powerful.

Ever since Yang Lin comprehended it, he had been wondering about it all the time, not daring to relax in the slightest.

Most of his attention was not on the competition.

Instead, it is used to suppress this killing intent.

If all played out.

He himself didn't know how powerful he was.

Therefore, Li Xuwen's soliloquy, standing on a high ground, commented on the behavior of the heroes of the world

Actually, quite ridiculous.

Although, Yang Lin has already seen that the opponent has already reached the late stage of energy transformation, and is more than a small realm stronger than Gong Baosen and Ding Lianshan.It is because of the natural divine power brought out from the mother's womb, the whole body has been trained like fine steel, stepping into the threshold of washing the marrow and exchanging blood.

If it was in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, with this body type and this strength, he would be a character like Li Yuanba.

Completely violates the norm of human biology.

But so what.

Whether it is a dragon or a worm, you have to fight it to know its strength.

"How does the old man make gestures?"

Yang Lin bowed his hands and smiled softly.

The blood in the body burned like a flame.

Only by fighting to the death with the world's top masters can this world be worthwhile.

Chapter 132 Five Elements Plum Blossom Slash

The burning flames in Yang Lin's eyes.

Li Xuwen obviously understood.

He chuckled, and said approvingly, "It's the first time I've seen someone standing in front of me. It's not because I'm afraid, but because I'm delighted to hear about Zhan."

With a flick of his finger, the long spear dragged behind him spun like a wheel, and stuck upside down on the ground with a bang.

More than a dozen pieces of the terrazzo floor tiles cracked, extending in all directions like a spider web.

"People in the world are ignorant and like to think of my big gun as some magic weapon. In fact, it is just an ordinary steel gun that a country gunsmith spent three days and three nights crafting.

Just because it is in my hands, it becomes famous and known as the sharp gun. "

Li Xuwen was obviously also aroused to fight, and he talked freely at this time.

"Other than boxing and kicking, this old man loves spear moves all his life... From the beginning of martial arts training, he first pierced thin trees, then sorghum, pierced the eyes of copper coins during the day, and pierced incense sticks at night...

Until one day, he was able to kill a mosquito that landed on the mirror surface without injuring the mirror surface at all, and his marksmanship became great, which is rare in the world. "

Yang Lin listened and laughed: "It turns out that the old man wants to compare weapons with me."

He nodded without turning his head, and shouted softly, "Come with the sword."

Before starting to fight Gong Baosen, he had already seen that Little Mushroom followed with a knife in his hand.

No need to ask, this must be the old lady Liang Yingzhen who told me to take it with her. She is the most careful person in the family. No matter what, she will prepare for everything.

On his own, Little Mushroom must have followed behind carelessly and rushed over.

Hearing Yang Lin's greeting, Little Mushroom was worried, and was half a step slow in reacting. He saw a golden-haired figure and jumped out like a rabbit, "I'll come, I'll come, the master has something to do, and the disciple will do his best."

The little princess Yingjili ran into the arena with her long legs, and handed the knife to her with a flushed face, and said with a flattering smile: "Master, your knife can slash that black-faced old man fiercely, so don't show mercy.

The reaction of the little mushroom's brain is too slow, you can take me out next time. "

Yang Lin took the knife speechlessly.