The fifth thousand and forty-nine chapters of the raccoon dog on a hill
Wan Lin and his men frowned when they heard the scolding of the master and apprentice from the side. Several men walked to their grandfather, and Master Tianjue said in a low voice with a gloomy face: "Amitabha, if you have any disciple, you must have it.
His teacher, this is really a bird of a feather!”
As soon as Master Tianjue finished speaking, the boy's master on the side had already taken these disciples and strode towards the ring with great momentum, making unpleasant curses as he walked.
Several people walked to the ring, and the master suddenly ran forward for two steps, then rushed from under the ring. He spread his arms in the air to show a white crane wings, and leaped lightly over the ropes on the edge of the ring.
Then he stood firmly in the center of the ring.
The boy jumped into the ring and stared at the bottom of the stage with his eyes and looked viciously. He roared like thunder in his mouth: "Which bastard hurt my apprentice? Get up!"
The boy who was being carried by his companions and came back to hear his master's call. He raised his hand and pointed at the group of Wan Lin standing opposite the ring and shouted: "Master, it's them! Hey, that bastard ran away, his master and his master
Brothers are still here!" Several brothers around him also raised their hands and pointed at the opposite side and shouted: "It's them, and that old nun! Master, please deal with these bastards for us!"
The boy on the stage heard the apprentice below and immediately looked at Wan Lin and his group of people. He looked at the old and the small group of people here, raised his hand and pointed at the side and roared: "A group of turtles."
Eggs, get up. If I don’t interrupt the legs of you bastards today, I won’t be called Sai Menghu!”
At this time, Wan Lin and others standing under the ring had already seen clearly that the person on the stage was strong and tall, about sixty years old. His red face was full of violent expressions, and his right finger was on his right hand.
With a big golden ring, his two ring eyes seemed to be about to spit out fire. Judging from the boy's fierce appearance, he was indeed like a vicious tiger with a big mouth open.
Qian Bin heard the arrogant scolding of the old boy above, his face changed, and he was about to jump onto the ring with his feet raised. Wan Lin, who was standing next to him, grabbed his arm and said, "Master, I'll do it!" Wan Lin wanted to hide.
His identity is still called Qian Bin in front of outsiders.
At this moment, the old man from the Wan family, who was standing next to him, grabbed Wan Lin's arm, and he said with a gloomy face: "Lin'er, I'll meet this bastard." As he said that, the old man pushed him away and was about to jump onto the ring.
Master Tianjue walked slowly to the stage, then raised his hand and grabbed the rope beside the ring, and lifted his legs and stepped over the rope in front of him.
When Ye Feng saw that the old man was about to go on stage in person, he quickly looked at Qian Bin and said, "Qian Bin, how can Mr. Wan take the stage in person? You go up and take the place of the old man."
Wan Lin grabbed Qian Bin's arm and said, "No, this kid is a Tai Chi master. If you ask grandpa to deal with him, such a person is not worthy of being a role model."
As soon as Wan Lin finished speaking, the boy's angry curse sounded again on the stage: "Old guy, are you coming up to die? I don't have the money to prepare a coffin board for you, get out!" As the boy's arrogant roar, around him
The dispersed crowd quickly turned around and ran over.
At this time, the young men who ran back saw this arrogant old boy cursing at an old man over 70 years old. One of them raised his hand and pointed at the boy on the stage and roared: "Can you speak human language?"
The other people also shouted: "No wonder this kid's apprentice is so arrogant. It turns out that his master is so virtuous." "Grandma, beat this bastard!" The two young men were about to jump onto the ring.
The angrily shouted from the audience, and the boy on the stage was already angrily stepped to the side ring. He raised his hand and pointed at a group of angry young men below the stage and shouted: "Baby, come up with me if you are not afraid of death!"
Amid the boy's roar, a young man from the stage reached out to stop the other young men who were about to jump onto the ring. He kicked the grass under the ring with both feet and jumped onto the ring with a "swish".
He rushed to the old boy, fist straight to the other party's chest with his right fist, and he shouted angrily: "Who are you scolding?" The old boy on the stage let the other party's fist sideways, and he left
He quickly took a step forward to the side, raised his left hand and patted the young man's face.
The old boy was very fast. Before the young man could withdraw his fist, the other party had already appeared in front of him, and one palm was holding the sound of wind and headed straight into his face.
The young man suddenly stepped back in shock, raised his left hand in front of his chest and hit the opponent's elbow. His right leg followed with the sound of the wind and kicked straight to the opponent's ribs.
As soon as his right leg was raised, the opponent in front of him suddenly shook his upper body, and his right leg suddenly took a step to the side. The index finger and middle finger of his left hand stretched out like a fork, heading straight to the young man's eyes!
The young man was shocked! He didn't expect that the old boy's movements were so fast and his moves were insulting. He actually used the action of inserting his eyes during the competition. He didn't care to retract his raised right leg, and his head suddenly leaned back to protect him.
The chest was raised on his left hand and blocked his face, and his right hand quickly hit the opponent's wrist.
Just as he dodged back, the left hand that the other party inserted into his face suddenly retracted. The old boy in front of him had a violent look on his face, and his left hand suddenly retracted, and his right palm "huh" straight for the young man.
Go to the chest!
"Be careful!" Everyone in the audience immediately showed a nervous look on their faces. They had already seen that the old boy on the stage had indeed good skills. The palm he hit had brought out a deep feeling.
If this palm hits the young man’s chest, even if the young man is not dead, he will definitely be seriously injured!
Just as the old boy's right palm hit the young man's chest, "Stop, don't hurt anyone!" A deafening roar was like a bolt from the blue, and suddenly rang in the boy's ears on the stage.
The moment the roar sounded, a strong wind rushed towards his face at the same time. The violent boy on the stage trembled suddenly, thinking that an opponent suddenly appeared beside him.
The old boy didn't care to continue to hurt the young man in front of him. The right palm he hit suddenly retracted and protected him in front of his chest, and his left palm was also protecting him on his face at the same time. He took a step back in shock, and heard the sound in shock.
Looking from the side.
The boy turned his head and saw that there was no one in the ring beside him, and no one was attacking him. The white-haired old man was grabbing a wooden stake next to the ring on the side, and slowly climbing onto the ring.
The roar rang out from the old man's mouth.
The boy was shocked when he saw the old man, and immediately realized that he might have met a rare master. But he focused on the old man wearing a coarse cloth top and holding the wooden stake and slowly climbing onto the arena, with his face again