Chapter 118

Originally, it was the best physical reaction in boxing, but in this alley, this physical instinct made him want to burst out.

"If you want to pretend, you'll know. Shaolin Fuhu boxing is like a bear. If you had found a piece of tofu, I would have killed you. How could you have the thick skin to force me here? " Yin Ziyu kicked up the long stick and brushed a flower. His action was smart and sharp. He hooked his hand at Liu Fajun and joked, "let me teach you a lesson for Shaolin eminent monk, you unworthy son. Come here."

Liu Fajun's face turned black and roared.

Yin Ziyu and other Liu Fajun's fists came to him and knocked with a stick against his fists. The tip of the stick hit Liu Fajun's wrist. With a cry of pain, he quickly hugged his wrist with his other hand. His eyes showed an expression of surprise and panic. He quickly withdrew from his feet and wanted to withdraw for a few steps.

Yin Ziyu's long stick passed forward, swept back and forth twice, and hit Liu Fajun's ankles accurately. Liu Fajun's legs were hurt and numb after being electrified. He staggered and sat down on the ground. Then, the stick pointed his head up like a snake and made a note in Liu Fajun's mouth, which made him cry out in pain.

At this moment, the lightning and flint were too fast for people to see. When other people reacted, Liu Fajun had already covered his mouth and lay on the ground.

Wu Feng shivered and knew that it was not good tonight. He turned around and ran faster than a rabbit.

Meng Zhengda, who was beside him, let out a loud voice, which restored his state of stupidity. But he didn't have Wu Feng's skill, and he couldn't run fast. Seeing that Yin Ziyu didn't pay attention to himself, he carefully wanted to slip away.

"Meng Zhengda, an hour later, I will still be here. If I want to see a whole vehicle of snacks, I must be satisfied with the variety and the quantity. Otherwise, I will be the first to check your water meter." Yin Ziyu suddenly yelled from a distance and clearly spread it to Meng Zhengda's ear.

Meng Zhengda's body faltered, but then he was relieved. He didn't dare to talk back to Yin Ziyu, but he was very cowardly. What do you mean by that? He spent money to find someone to deal with Yin Ziyu, but it didn't work out. Yin Ziyu came to pit him again.

He bit his teeth, snorted heavily, and turned to leave.

Yin Ziyu smiles and ignores it. Meng Zhengda is such a villain. He has to deal with it himself. Once he has a grudge, he will keep doing bad things behind his back. Unless you really make him afraid, he may capsize in the gutter.

However, he is not afraid that Meng Zhengda will not come back. There is another characteristic of such a person. He is timid and afraid of death. As long as there is a threat, he can't sleep well.

Then he took a long stick to poke on the ground, spit out a cigarette and said lazily, "let's talk about the clothes that you broke. The price of this dress for thousands of little girls is $10000. You two can discuss how to do it."

Meng Hui struggled to get up from the ground, looked at Yin Ziyu with poor color, narrowed his eyes and said, "do you dare to threaten us? If you hurt us, we'll make you pay for the medical expenses! "

Liu Fajun got up in a rage and wanted to settle with Yin Ziyu, but he was hugged by Zhong Wei and said in his ear, "don't be impulsive, boss Liu. We are not rivals."

Liu Fajun struggled twice, but found that he couldn't get rid of the shackles of Zhongwei. He looked at him in disbelief and said, "what are you talking about? Isn't he a broken security guard? We were careless just now... "

"We are not rivals together." Zhongwei suddenly interrupted Liu Fajun's words, and his performance was a little different from the usual. It seemed that he was determined not to fight against Yin Ziyu, and his attitude was very low. He said to Yin Ziyu, "we compensate."

"Fuck! I want to compensate you, you spineless son of a bitch Meng Hui was furious and forced to bear the pain on his face to rush towards Yin Ziyu. He is a fierce fighter and has a certain ability to resist pain. His anger at Yin Ziyu is more than anything. He wants to beat him to death with one blow.

Yin Ziyu shakes his head. Meng Hui's real ability can't even compare with Liu Fajun's. He takes a left step to let Meng Hui's fist poke his ass.

This move was a bit insidious. Meng Hui's eyes protruded immediately and ran forward two steps. His body suddenly froze, his legs clamped and trembled. He almost breathed in pain. After waiting for two minutes, he came back with a roar, but saw Yin Ziyu curling his mouth and shaking his head.

Yin Ziyu stretched out his finger to shake: "the staff is the ancestor of all kinds of soldiers. Whether it's Qimei short staff, Shaolin Luohan staff, Wudang Panlong staff, Wulang Bagua staff or flying dragon hunting tiger staff, they are all about pointing, wiping, rubbing, winding, pasting, sweeping and beating the seven character truth. It's like playing mischievous games in your hand. You can insult your ancestors, I just taught you for your grandmaster. "

Meng Hui's eyes flashed a little startled and said, "how do you know the seven secrets of the stick technique? What family are you from? "This sentence has been asked with solemnity.

He can't help but pay no attention to it. People who really practice martial arts know that practicing routines is different from learning real kung fu. The biggest difference is that there is a teacher's inheritance and the key to cooperate with moves. Anyone who knows the key points must be of the same school or distant school in the same field, and can talk about the relationship among different generations. It's a big deal to fight with each other. Meng Hui doesn't dare to be careless, and his eyes are no longer contemptuous and disdainful of the little security guards.

"No one is. I learned the stick technique from my old man for a month. I'm a layman. You're not as good as me." The fish turned its mouth. Gougoushou said, "do you still want to fight? If you fight, you'll come. If you don't fight, you'll buy clothes for me. "

Meng Hui's face has changed a lot, but now he doesn't dare to take Yin Ziyu lightly. No matter whether he tells the truth or not, the one who can tell the secret is the one who has the true story, and there must be a master behind him. This kind of person can't be offended, otherwise a series of stabs will cause trouble between the schools.

Although Meng Hui has a master, he's just a master who paid a lot of money to worship. People didn't give him all the tips. If something really happened, it's estimated that the master would not protect him. Maybe he would be driven out of the school to calm down the trouble.

Seeing that Meng Hui was silent, Yin Ziyu looked at Liu Fajun, popped out his cigarette end and said lazily, "and you, is this how Fu Hu Quan is played? Your ancestral iron head monk's coffin can't be pressed. Wudang and Shaolin all have Fuhu boxing, but the skills of one soft and one hard boxing are totally different. Your boxing is neither Wudang's elbow and soft palm nor Shaolin's punching fist. Who are you