As a relatively well-known martial arts master in Jincheng City, Xie Zhankui is highly respected. How could he ever encounter such a young, powerful, and unreasonable master like Yang Chen?
Since the last fight at the Main Gate Martial Arts Hall, Xie Zhankui seems to have gained some insights into Chinese martial arts. These days, apart from following Lin Yichen to deal with trivial matters at the Shuanglin Hotel, he basically practices martial arts at the Main Gate Martial Arts Hall.
Today, he just entered the gate martial arts hall with his front foot. Yang Chen arrived with his back foot and started to attack directly.
Originally, Xie Zhankui wanted to say a few more words, but who would have thought that Yang Chen would strike like lightning, especially seeing how ruthless the dragon claw hand was, leaving him no chance to react at all.
In the last battle, Xie Zhankui deeply felt Yang Chen's terror. Similarly, he could also feel that Yang Chen did not use all his strength last time and defeated him with only three moves.
And at this moment.
The Yang Chen in front of him had a superb dragon claw hand, like steel and iron bones. Like a divine dragon soaring into the sky, it appeared on his chest in the blink of an eye.
"not good!"
Xie Zhankui's deep eyes trembled violently, his body stumbled and he stepped back quickly, and at the same time he raised his arms to block it with all his strength.
Kick, kick, kick!
His steps staggered and he kept retreating. The clothes on both arms were torn open in two holes in an instant. Although the muscles were not injured, there were two blood-red marks on the skin, which caused a burning sting.
"Mr. Yang, what do you mean?"
Xie Zhankui took a long breath, took a step back to steady his body, and launched his moves.
Bang bang bang!
As his arms moved rapidly, he tapped several specific acupuncture points all over his body, and five dull sounds rang out from his body.
"Oh, have you made progress?"
Yang Chen raised his eyes slightly, and raised a playful smile at the corner of his mouth: "It seems that you have improved a lot after the last fight. The Tongbei Nine-ring Fist has reached the fifth ring."
"Mr. Yang, you attacked me indiscriminately. I know I am outmatched, but I am not a soft persimmon!"
Xie Zhankui's face darkened, his voice was deep and powerful, and he froze with his right foot. He was like a tiger descending from the mountain, with a strong aura and strength, clenched his fists, and quickly attacked Yang Chen.
"If you can't beat it, isn't it just a weak persimmon?"
"Pretending!"
Facing the furious Xie Zhankui, Yang Chen's star-like eyes flashed with cold light and he stepped forward.
"Moving mountains!"
Facing Xie Zhankui's fists, Yang Chen didn't even have the slightest intention to resist.
His lower body was quite calm, his body was slightly tilted to one side, and the zhenqi in his body circulated rapidly, perfusing his whole body, especially in his chest.
"Bang!"
The next moment, Xie Zhankui's fists hit Yang Chen's chest heavily, making a deep sound.
At this moment, Shen Tao and others had already rushed in and happened to see this scene.
"Director Shen, this..."
"Thank you for being so strong!"
Several people who had never seen Yang Chen take action couldn't help but take a breath when they saw the strength of Xie Zhankui's move.
"Shh..."
Shen Tao quickly made a movement to silence himself. He knew that masters would make moves at the slightest moment, so they must not be distracted.
Especially when facing a pervert like Yang Chen.
"Just this little power?"
At this moment, Yang Chen, who was hit in the chest, did not spit out a mouthful of blood as Xie Zhankui imagined, his face turned pale, and he flew several meters upside down.
He stood as straight as a pine tree.
At this moment, Xie Zhankui's face became increasingly pale: "You... you are..."
"Bang!"
Before Xie Zhankui could finish speaking, Yang Chen's body suddenly trembled.
Xie Zhankui staggered back continuously, his arms were numb and trembling violently. He felt a powerful force running down his arms and rushing straight into his body, and his internal organs were trembling.
Shen Tao and others were shocked.
They watched helplessly as Xie Zhankui, who kept retreating, hit the edge of the ring, then knelt on one knee with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.
"hiss……"
Shen Tao and others took a deep breath and were silent. They looked at Yang Chen with his hands in his pockets in disbelief: "Is this... so perverted?"
"Xie Lao, it seems that I still haven't practiced enough."
Yang Chen looked at Xie Zhankui, who was holding his chest and staggering up, his steps sloppy, slowly walked forward with a cold face, and said with a smile.
"Mr. Yang, you came to the Gate Martial Arts School to see me today just to humiliate me?"
Xie Zhankui had an angry look on his face, as if he had been insulted, but facing a master like Yang Chen, he really had no power to fight back.
"Humiliate you?"
When Yang Chen heard this, he took out a hand and waved his fingers: "I don't have anything to do to humiliate you. I just came here to teach you a lesson."
"I wonder where I offended Mr. Yang?"
Countless thoughts were flashing in Xie Zhankui's mind. He looked at the approaching Yang Chen, his eyes were solemn, and he said solemnly.
"Lin Yichen, that bastard is really a white-eyed wolf. I've cured his incompetence, and now I'm going to let you build my watermelon greenhouse in Qingshan Village?"
Yang Chen said, taking out the receipt from Zhang Laosan and handing it over: "After all, he is a master of martial arts. Isn't it shameful to do such unworthy things when he is old?"
"What's the meaning?"
Xie Zhankui looked confused and took a look at the receipt in Yang Chen's hand. When he saw that it was signed by Xie Kui, a strange light flashed through and he couldn't help shouting: "Senior brother is here?"
"Senior brother?"
Hearing Xie Zhankui's exclamation, Yang Chen was slightly startled and asked: "Don't tell me this is not the evidence you left behind?"
"no!"
Xie Zhankui raised his head, his eyes were firm, and he clasped his fists and said: "Although I am not a well-known figure, I am somewhat famous in Jincheng City. I still value my reputation very much and cannot do such sneaky things."
"Misunderstanding?"
Yang Chen looked at Xie Zhankui's determined expression, and he was most likely sure that Xie Zhankui was not lying. He looked slightly embarrassed: "Then this Xie Kui is not you?"
"It's my senior brother."
"My master's surname is Xie, and my name was given by my master. My name is Xie Zhankui, and my senior brother's name is Xie Kui."
"And this handwriting definitely belongs to my senior brother."
Xie Zhankui said categorically, and when he talked about Xie Kui, there was a hint of fighting spirit in his eyes, which seemed a bit inconsistent.
"What kind of stage name do people who practice martial arts have?"
When Yang Chen heard this, his head was covered with black lines. He touched his nose in embarrassment and clasped his fists: "That is really a misunderstanding, but you can't blame me, Mr. Xie. Can't normal people think it's you..."
"Mr. Yang, do you have some beef with Young Master Lin Shuangjie?"
Xie Zhankui's face was a little unhappy, but he couldn't show it.
Although I received a beating in vain, but... I am a well-known figure after all, so I can't argue with the juniors. Otherwise, if people like Shen Tao spread the word, how can I still hang out?
"You mean your senior brother is following that bastard Lin Shuangjie?"
When Yang Chen heard this, he understood instantly.
"Yes. But my senior brother has been in seclusion in other places for many years. I didn't expect that he would appear in Jincheng in this way."
Xie Zhankui raised his hands, cupped his fists, and said solemnly: "I would like to remind you that my senior brother is stronger than me and is ruthless. Please pay attention to Mr. Yang."
"Thanks, then this makes sense. Before I came here, I was still thinking that Lin Yichen had taken some medicine and was not in the right mind to mess with my green melon."
Yang Chen waved his hand and looked at Xie Zhankui with an embarrassed smile: "Mr.
you."
"Mr. Yang, are you saying that you want to pass the dragon claw hand to me?"
When Xie Zhankui heard this great gift, he was so excited that he almost cried.
The authentic Dragon Claw Hand has been lost for a long time, and there are only a few people who know it in the current martial arts world. If he can practice such top-level martial arts, his strength will definitely reach a higher level.
"What's this? It's just a dragon claw hand. It's not going to take you to heaven."
"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first..."
"I can't just sit back and wait for death if Lin Shuangjie tries his dirty tricks."
Yang Chen waved his hand, turned around, took a cigarette, and walked away under the shocked eyes of everyone.