The Sims of the Realms

Lin Weiran was relieved and punched out.

Just hearing a bang, the number of the tester soared, and Bruce Lee watched helplessly as it passed five hundred, then six hundred, and finally disappeared.

"Ah! My tester!"

Bruce Lee cried out with a heartbroken face.

Lin Weiran smiled sheepishly, and quietly left the martial arts hall. Sure enough, the strength of punches could no longer be tested by the machine, and the machine stopped working for a punch with added strength.

In the evening, Lin Weiran came to the training ground.

Zhang Feng saw his face lose his smile for the first time, "Brother, dear brother, you really don't take He Shenghe seriously!"

Zhang Feng suddenly felt a headache.

"It's all here, let them do whatever they want, I've decided on tonight's game!" Lin Weiran said without doubt.

The game is said to be fast.

Lin Weiran found that this opponent was not in the dark, obviously Zhang Feng was fooling him, Lin Weiran sighed, Zhang Feng was also doing it for his own good.

"Don't go back, go to my house."

After the game, Zhang Feng said solemnly.

Lin Weiran shook his head: "It's not that I don't have a home. It's late at night, so it's better to go back to each home. Don't worry, I will come tomorrow."

Seeing Lin Weiran turn around and leave,

Zhang Feng said anxiously: "What if you don't come?"

Lin Weiran paused: "Then I won't come."

PS: Please recommend, ask for a monthly pass (?ω?)

Chapter 38 Wing Chun Zhang Tianzhi

"You stupid bastard, don't die!" Zhang Feng punched the pillar angrily, but Lin Weiran had already left.

This night is destined to be restless.

In the moonlight, Lin Weiran seemed to be strolling in the garden.

How could he not understand Zhang Feng's warning? If nothing unexpected happens, He Shenghe will come to settle accounts with him today.

Lin Weiran didn't go home.

Changed the route for the first time and came straight to the pier. The sea was sparkling under the moonlight and the waves were choppy, just like the current situation.

A lot of men in black appeared silently behind them, no less than 50 of them, most of them were holding sticks, and some of them were carrying machetes.

Lin Weiran touched his lower back.

"Unfortunately, the Ba Zhan Dao was not brought."

"Hey, you will find a good place for yourself!" Behind, a white-haired young man looked at Lin Weiran and said with a half-smile.

Tsukatora was killed, but in fact there was not much loss, the black boxing was just part of their business, the key was being slapped in the face.

"What should come will always come."

Seeing this, Lin Weiran understood.

"Damn it, why are you pretending to be crazy in front of our white-headed brother, you black-fisted maniac, what an idiot you are!"

Next to the white-headed young man, a scarred face scolded, Lin Weiran looked at the white-headed young man, Zhang Feng had mentioned this person to him, he had a very high status.

Such people come forward in person.

Even Lin Weiran was surprised.

"At this point, there is no room for relaxation, let's do it!" Lin Weiran clasped his fists and said loudly.

"and many more!"

Baitou was not in a hurry to make a move.

"Actually, there is no need to share life and death. When we come out to hang out, we only rely on three points: loyalty, courage, and many brothers. If a brother is beaten to death, I will not even say a word, which will make the brothers chill."

"So your brother can kill anyone at will, isn't someone else's brother not a brother? You have to follow the rules in everything, right?"

Lin Weiran said in a deep voice.

"Well, you're right, rules are order, but whether it's black boxing or Jianghu, in fact, there are two kinds of order in every place.

One is the legal order, and the other is our underground order. If you accept our order, everyone is brothers. "

Baitou suddenly changed the subject and said.

"You want to recruit me?" Lin Weiran raised his eyebrows. Sure enough, the big brother who can stand on the stage is different from the little gangster.

"That's right, if you think about it, boxing with me is definitely better than Zhang Feng's. I can give you everything he can give you, and more."

Baitou said with a sincere face.

Lin Weiran shook his head.

"Forget it, I appreciate your kindness."

"I don't understand. Zhang Feng didn't even show his face when you got to the current situation. Is such a person worth your life?"

"you are wrong!

I don't give my life to anyone. "

Baitou sighed: "It's a pity!"

As soon as the words fell, the scarred face beside him rushed over, and the iron rod in his hand fell fiercely towards Lin Weiran's head.

Lin Weiran remembered him.

He scolded himself the worst.

Lin Weiran dodged the iron rod sideways, holding the sky with one hand, the jaw of the scarred face shattered, and then was kicked out by Lin Weiran, plopping on the ground.

Speak the harshest words and receive the most vicious beatings!

Lin Weiran grabbed the iron rod, and in all directions around him, he was attacked by Shenghe people. Facts have proved that no matter how good the boxing skills are, if you hit less and fight more, you will be at a disadvantage.

But even though the iron stick is short, it can still perform the 06:30 stick method. Lin Weiran has amazing strength, and he is so popular in swinging the stick that he can put one person almost every time.

"Kill him!"

Someone in the crowd suddenly yelled, and in an instant the knife was shining, Lin Weiran threw the iron bar and put his hands on the ground behind him.

Turn around and put it on the two of them.

thump, thump, the two of them were connected with seven or eight people behind them, and they immediately turned their backs on their backs. Lin Weiran picked up the knife and slashed horizontally and vertically with the Wing Chun Eight Cuts.

Tear!

Someone's clothes were scratched.

Someone suddenly felt a burst of pain, and before they could react, something might be missing from their body.

"Ah! My leg! My leg!"

With a flash of the knife, someone had a calf cut off, and sat on the ground hugging his legs and crying bitterly. Before he knew it, the ground was stained red with blood.

Lin Weiran was wounded, but they were all minor injuries. The Ba Zhan Dao was short and sharp, suitable for both single and group battles.

"Brother Baitou, this kid... is too... fierce, he can't cut it!" Said Scarface slumped on the ground, frightened.

Scarface can be regarded as a person who has experienced big storms, but today's one-sided situation really shocked him.

Most people hack around.

Lin Weiran could see that he had practiced before.

"So many people can't cut him down, then call someone, call everyone, see if his life is tough, we still have more people!" Baitou roared.

Looking at Lin Weiran again, his eyes were slightly red, as if they had been cut off, and he walked step by step, making people feel uncontrollable fear.

"I want to see how many people there are!"

Lin Weiran put the last few people down, leaned on the knife, looked at the dozens of people lying on the ground beside him, howling, and grinned dryly twice.

Glanced at Baitou, and the two looked at each other, Baitou seemed to feel that countless knives had been drawn across his face.

"Hey, come again!"

Lin Weiran threw the machete at Baitou's feet and shouted, the scarred face beside Baitou trembled and was afraid that Lin Weiran would kill him.

"Damn it! What are you afraid of! You bastard!" Bai Tou kicked Scarface away, picked up the machete and rushed towards Lin Weiran.

Lin Weiran kicked the white-headed face door, the blade flew, and there were two bangs, two bangs, scattered on both sides, Lin Weiran turned and left the pier.

He won, no suspense.

Before going out for a long time, Lin Weiran heard footsteps coming from behind him again. When he listened carefully, there were dozens of people at least.

Lin Weiran touched his waist subconsciously.

The specially made poker cards can block blood at any time. He is not a god, and Baitou's thugs are not all idiots.

Even if it's an idiot, it's not to be underestimated that one person kills each other. Baitou fights for the strength of the crowd, while Lin Weiran fights for the trump card.

And it's a steel hole card.

"Kill him!"

The moonlight was shining on the blade, and a group of people rushed to kill. Lin Weiran raised his breath and was about to kill all directions, but suddenly there were many people around him.

"Come on!"

Zhang Feng dragged Lin Weiran and said anxiously.

"How did you come!"

"If you don't come again, you will be hacked to death..."

Lin Weiran smiled, "It's not certain who will die."

"Whoops!"

While speaking, Zhang Feng was stabbed in the back.

Seeing this, Lin Weiran pulled him behind him: "Brother, you haven't practiced the eight-cut sword technique yet, have you? Why are you so good?"

"I'm not good at playing with knives..."

Lin Weiran was dumbfounded.

"Then why are you here, die!"

Zhang Feng shrank back: "I'll come, after a while, someone will come, and it won't matter how many people they come."

"Who? How many people!"

Lin Weiran cooperated with Zhang Feng left and right and fought and retreated, but for Zhang Feng, he was being chased and hacked, which was miserable, and he screamed in pain.

At this moment, a figure stood behind the two of them. Facing many thugs, they knocked them down with bare hands, and their kung fu surpassed that of Lin Weiran.

"Old man, who are you!"

The visitor said: "Wing Chun, Zhang Tianzhi!"

PS：求推荐票，求月票?ω?

Chapter 39 Seeing Blood Sealing the Throat

"Wing Chun, Zhang Tianzhi!"

Lin Weiran looked back suddenly, a grizzled old man stood in front of him like a mountain town, and Zhang Feng's father was Zhang Tianzhi.

"Zhang Tianzhi? I haven't heard of it. I'm Zhang Tianshi. The only thing I know about Wing Chun is Ip Man. Old man, if you are sensible, get out of the way."

Zhang Tianzhi's face was expressionless.

There was no intention of moving a little bit under his feet.

But when the other party mentioned Ye Wen, his pupils shrank slightly, Zhang Tianzhi's eyes gradually became sharper, Lin Weiran was stunned, and when it comes to dancing with the tip of a knife, this person really has a way.

"Brother, you are courting death!"