martial law

Yang Lin stepped aside and was about to open the door.

Generally speaking, his temper is not grumpy. Although the middle-aged man in front of him spoke a little rudely, he didn't care.

There are always some people in this world who are not so clear-headed, speak very aggressively, and if they care about everything, they will be very annoying.

Sensing that the body is growing all the time, the bone marrow is rapidly refined to generate new strength.

Thinking about running out of medicinal materials today, he was about to go to Yongqingtang to grab some new medicines.

I heard that there are two Shouwu plants, which are very old.

"Stop, Mr. Ye told you to go because he thinks highly of you, why doesn't he know the rules?"

The middle-aged man in Tang suit was full of displeasure, suppressing his dissatisfaction and explaining: "What is the identity of the old man, I want to discuss with you the method of hurting the second son of the Zhao family that day.

This is a rare opportunity, maybe he can improve you a little by giving you a few words. "

"Oh, I remembered, you are talking about this Mr. Ye, isn't Ye Mingzhong?

He told me to go and I have to go?

Are you out of your mind?He also treated that scumbag Zhao Jun, was he full or something?roll……"

For irrelevant people, Yang Lin never remembers.

At this time, when the middle-aged man in Tang suit talked about treating Zhao Jun's wounds, he remembered that he had really heard of this name.

On that day, Wang Dingguo also used Ye Mingzhong's signboard to ask about the wounding methods.

As soon as he heard it, he understood that that old man Ye obviously had selfishness in his heart, and he was thinking about inheriting his own martial arts.

Afterwards, he asked Zhu Jia about it.

Knowing that this Ye Lao is very famous in the capital, he is a master of Huajin.

Life is full of peaches and plums, and the power is not small.

But what about the power?

To practice in the world of mortals by yourself, to go with the flow, is to experience the world and temper your mind.

Although everything doesn't have to be smooth, but it's not boring enough to be low-key and small.

Even if the person surnamed Ye is the master of Huajin, that's all.

There seemed to be quite a few Huajin Grandmasters who were defeated by him.

"It's too arrogant. Ye Lao dares to refuse the invitation. He has no idea what opportunity he has lost."

"Yeah, the young man is arrogant. He hasn't seen too many things. Maybe he doesn't know what a master is."

Some people who were dressed in strong clothes and surrounded the Zhang family brothers all made a noise.

Parked in a RV under the shade of a tree, the door opened, and the cloth shoes fell to the ground. An old man in a long robe also frowned.

After getting out of the car, he coughed lightly, looking very unhappy.

Obviously.

He also heard Yang Lin's words.

Zhang Chengguang, a middle-aged man in Tang suit, swelled purple and black at once, and the veins on his neck jumped up, his eyes were full of horror and fierceness, "Boy, what are you talking about? How dare you look down on Ye Lao?

Don't you think it's great to win Zhang Wei? "

Zhang Chenglin, who was dressed in a black suit, couldn't hold back for a long time, "What's the point of talking to this kid? If you don't want to drink a toast, you won't be fined. Just use him for questioning."

As warriors, everyone is proud.

In fact, the two brothers have followed Ye Mingzhong for a long time, and they don't think much of Zhang Wei.

He believes that Zhang Wei would not have enjoyed such a great reputation if his brothers hadn't gone out to make a living.

They broke through the dark energy five years earlier than Zhang Wei.

In the capital, wherever the Zhang family brothers went, someone would meet them.

At this time, when they came to a small place, they were looked down upon by others, how could they bear it?

Zhang Chenglin has a violent personality, and before he finished speaking, one palm seemed to be pecking and scratching, and with a scream of "Zi", it had already grabbed the back of Yang Lin's neck.

Wing Chun Crowing Crane Strength.

The center of the palm is hollow, the fingers are poured with force, the virtual and the real are alternated, and the force is concentrated to attack one point.

Looking at the way he used his energy, he actually wanted to grab the back of Yang Lin's neck and lift him up.

When he disagreed with each other, he took action.

He didn't take Yang Lin too seriously.

There is a reason.

People who practice martial arts, after reaching the realm of master Huajin, generally have a unique temperament.

Especially after the entire pores have been practiced, every move is in line with nature, and people will feel a sense of crisis at the first glance.

As for Yang Lin, his body energy was blocked, his aura was restrained, and he had already formed a blood pill.

It looks like an ordinary person, and it doesn't have the grandmaster's power that Huajin Grandmaster exudes all the time.

In their view, no matter how powerful Yang Lin is, he is nothing more than mastering the five viscera, being able to unleash energy and achieve dark energy.

Coupled with natural divine power and strong combat power, that's it.

The reason why Zhang Wei was defeated may be that he didn't see the situation clearly at that time... Instead of fighting with body and sword skills, he fought hard with others, and suffered a big loss in the end.

Although the video of "Girl Picking Mushrooms" was clearly captured, no matter how clear the video was, it was impossible to reflect the interaction between the two sides.

What's more, when Yang Lin punched, the surrounding air surged wildly, like a whirlpool.

They also couldn't see that Zhang Wei had actually tried his best to dodge at that time, but he couldn't dodge at all.

When Yang Lin turned his palm into a knife and slashed at him, Zhang Chenglin felt Zhang Wei's feeling back then.

Obviously the other party was standing there, and the shot was not fast.

However, Fengrui flew towards his arm, but he used all kinds of tricks, but he still couldn't dodge the opponent's attack and slashed obliquely.

call out……

It's like paper is cut open.

Zhang Chenglin's palms and fingers were fine, but there was a ray of blood on his shoulders.

After being slashed by Yang Lin with the palm of his hand, his arm was separated from his body without a sound, and he flew into the sky.

Beads of blood spilled out, excited by the energy, and covered Zhang Chenglin's face.

At this time, he belatedly let out a painful roar, his figure swayed, and he staggered back quickly.

But it comes quickly and loses quickly.

A green screen flashed across his eyes, and a smile appeared on Yang Lin's face. He actually gained 75 points, and the other party really had the capital to be proud of.

I don't know how to play, anyway, there is no difference in Yang Lin's eyes.

But this cultivation base is indeed remarkable.

"Damn."

Zhang Chengguang, a middle-aged man in Tang suit, had blood in his eyes. He hadn't decided whether to take someone, but he saw that one of his brother's arms had been severed.

Frightened and angry, without even thinking about it, he double-stacked and sprinted in front of Yang Lin.

With a fist in the chest, and three inches away, two fingers suddenly popped out...

There was a sound of collapse, and the sharp sound of a sharp arrow leaving the string appeared.

But it is Ziwu piercing the heart, with eight centimeters of strength.

This move is very dangerous.

The shot is both covert and vicious.

When the opponent sees him throwing a punch, if he blocks it with a broken punch, he will ignore his iron fingers.

A misjudgment of the distance would cause him to be unable to prevent the click of his two fingers.

And how strong is his finger strength?

At the time of the audition, I once pointed at the side skin of the big buffalo and directly exploded the heart of the buffalo.

The penetrating power of Anjin is as good as Si.

Chapter 259 Not a Kind Person

"No."

Seeing this scene, Ye Mingzhong, who was standing in the distance, was stunned and hurt in his eyes.

He didn't expect that an invitation would turn into a big fight.

Ever since Yang Lin dodged Zhang Chenglin's Crowing Crane Claw and made a diagonal slash with a knife, he realized something was wrong.

The opponent's figure and gait are all ingenious and natural.

When you don't shoot, you are like a virgin.

Once a shot is made, it is like a mad dragon ascending to the sky, domineering in a mess.

Has the state of disdain for the world.

He had practiced martial arts all his life and had rarely seen such an expression.

I only vaguely felt it in my old friend Zhou Binglin.

That's only because Zhou Binglin became famous when he was young, and he fought hundreds of battles in his life without losing a single one.

From the south of the Yangtze River to the north of the Yangtze River, he fought all famous masters from all over the world, and cultivated the meaning of invincibility.

However, this seemingly young police officer is invincible and invincible when he strikes at will, which is not like an ordinary person.

Sure enough, his premonition was right.

There was just a feeling that something was wrong in my heart.

Zhang Linguang, who had been with him for more than 30 years, had one arm cut off.

The opponent turned his palm into a knife, which was sharper than a real knife.

This time, he didn't know that the other party was not the so-called dark force at all, nor was it a divine power.

But just like himself, he stepped into the realm of Huajin Grandmaster early.

Only such a character can lift weights like light.

Any move at will is a coup.

Zhang Chengguang, the eldest disciple of his own family, although the eight-inch strength evolved from the heart-piercing iron finger style is fierce.

However, it is not impossible to break.

Especially when encountering an opponent with quick movements, his eight hits of chasing him would not be able to hit at all.

Sure enough, just as Ye Mingzhong's voice burst out of his throat, he saw a horrifying scene.

Yang Linming stood there, his feet seemed to move, his body moved half a foot back, and he raised his fist as his chest.

The strong wind is surging around the body, and the clothes are fluttering.

It seemed that the three-foot land had turned into a whirlpool in an instant.

And Zhang Chengguang flicked his finger to the air, and there was just a soft cry that aroused the air flow, and his figure fell forward uncontrollably, and he was punching his opponent to meet him.

Ye Mingzhong's eyebrows twitched wildly.

He remembered the punch he had seen in the video.

Those who do things in the rivers and lakes call that punch a bullying punch.

It is impossible to describe the power of this fist, its domineering and ruthless power.

Smashing knives, breaking arms, piercing chests, and cracking walls.

Although it was just a video at the time, it also showed the power of it to the fullest.