Chapter 450 There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are women outside the women!
Bang!
Zhao Ruyi punched him in the face. The side of Yang Ling's face was pressed against the ground, and all the bones in his body were broken by Zhao Ruyi.
It was like a heavy hammer hit his face, and the side of his face came into close contact with the cold and hard ground. It seemed to be more painful than falling ten stories.
"This punch! I did it for the person you bullied before!"
"This punch! I did it for the three people you knocked to death!"
"This punch! I did it for myself!"
"And this punch, for your brothers!"
Zhao Ruyi held down his head, like hammering a nail, and punched him in the face one after another.
Yang Ling was like a grasshopper whose head was held down. He was waving his hands and feet and struggling, but his head was pinned to the ground by Zhao Ruyi. He could only rotate with his head as the axis, but it caused even greater pain.
"Let me go! Let me go!" Yang Ling supported the ground with both hands, trying to struggle up, but how could he be Zhao Ruyi's opponent?
Not to mention that he is only 16 years old, even if he is 20 years old, he will not be an opponent of Zhao Ruyi who has been practicing martial arts for many years and returned from being a soldier.
It's not a fighting level at all, Zhao Ruyi can defeat him with just one hand!
The capital that Yang Ling clamored for was his father's identity, but Zhao Ruyi didn't pay attention at all!
After five or six punches, Yang Ling's eyes were swollen and his head was buzzing. His body was pressed by Zhao Ruyi's knees, and his head was pressed by Zhao Ruyi's left hand.
The struggle.
"Let go, let go, ah ah ah..."
Yang Ling screamed, and then all his pride was shattered by Zhao Ruyi. The severe pain pulled at his nerves, causing tears and snot to flow out from his eyes, and he burst into tears.
The dozen or so teenagers who had followed Yang Ling to make trouble were all stunned. They couldn't even run away, let alone being surrounded by a dozen strong men, their legs were weak.
"You cry! Think about the children you bullied! Think about the three people you killed. Isn't it more painful than you?" Zhao Ruyi pressed his head and hit it on the ground. He slapped him one after another.
slapped him on the cheek.
"Have you ever tried what it feels like when you are hit to death? It's probably like this, right?" Zhao Ruyi pulled his hair and pressed him heavily to the ground.
Such violent behavior made the teenagers who were hanging out with Yang Ling feel terrified, as if the fists and slaps were not hitting Yang Ling's body, but slaps on their faces.
Just looking at it makes me feel pain!
Yang Ling was the most awesome person in their circle. Even the princes of Qianhang who were in their twenties did not dare to mess with him. But now, he was beaten to the point of tears and snot...
His handsome face was also broken. The left side was covered with palm prints and fist prints, and the right side was covered with bruises caused by friction with the cement floor!
Under such circumstances, they didn't dare to go up to help. They just stood around and watched Yang Ling being beaten crazily.
"Woo...Woo..."
Yang Ling cried with tears all over her face. Sticky snot covered her face, and several thin strands connected to the cement floor.
In his dizzy eyes, he saw everyone gathered around him, and even his brothers looked at him with pity. In the past, he led a group of brothers to beat people, but now...he has become
The one who was beaten.
And he was beaten so badly!
Relying on his father's power, no one in Qianhang City dared to provoke him. He was the only one who could hit others. No one dared to hit him unless the other party wanted to die.
A feeling of depression rose in his heart. He was about to point at Zhao Ruyi and say vicious words, but Zhao Ruyi punched him in the mouth, and with a gasp, he slid three steps away along the ground.
More than a dozen teenagers were frightened to death. Qian Hangcheng's "Young Master" was actually beaten like this. Not only was his mouth full of blood, but his nose was also gurgling with nosebleeds, and his hair was torn into pieces...
A beggar wouldn’t be beaten like this!
They were all frightened because they all came with Yang Ling. Now that Yang Ling was beaten to a pulp, nothing happened to them, and they were all standing by to watch... After they went back, none of them could escape their involvement!
But when it comes to beating each other and inflicting wounds on each other, they don't have the courage. They all grew up with good food and clothing, who dares to be cruel to themselves.
The few policemen who were crowded around by the strong men were frightened to death when they saw Yang Ling thrown out covered in blood. This was the son of the Provincial Party Committee, Standing Committee Member and Municipal Party Committee Secretary. He was killed in front of their eyes.
It's like this, it's over, it's over...
But if they were asked to capture Zhao Ruyi, they didn't have the courage...
Not to mention the background of the owner of this house, these strong men who can knock down dozens of old gangsters in an instant are not something that a few policemen can beat...
Yang Ling groaned, his nose was really black and his eyes were swollen, and he couldn't even get up.
Several policemen hurried over and helped Yang Ling up.
The dozen or so teenagers also hurriedly gathered around and stretched out their palms to support Yang Ling.
"Young Master Yang, let's go back first..."
"Young Master Yang, we wanted to help you, but we were held back..."
"Young Master Yang, let's go back and find someone to smash up the yard here..."
"Woooooooo..."
At this time, Yang Ling could only cry.
There was no clean spot on his body after being beaten, and he was as miserable as a stray dog. He could no longer say any arrogant words.
He was crying, and several policemen persuaded him to get into the car next to him, and then drove him back.
More than a dozen teenagers felt anxious in their hearts. How had they ever seen the arrogant and arrogant Young Master being beaten like a child and could only cry?
The arrogance of stepping on Qian Hang's dandy has disappeared!
In contrast, they were not damaged at all, but they dared not stay here and dispersed in a hurry.
Those old gangsters who were beaten to the ground saw that the situation was not good, so they all fled long ago. Yang Ling was beaten like this, and they could not escape the relationship. Yang Ling's father became angry, and they would all suffer, so they scattered and escaped this time
, and will never contact Yang Ling again.
When the tree falls, the hozens scatter, that's how it is.
Bang bang bang...
Zhao Ruyi clapped his hands and turned around to enter the yard.
Beating Yang Ling all over the floor is nothing to be proud of, but being so lawless at such a young age can be summed up in three words - he needs a lesson.
If he hadn't been able to learn martial arts, and if the nursing staff at Shi Xuewei's mother's house weren't strong, with the few manpower Yang Ling brought, being beaten and crippled would have been an inevitable outcome.
Since the other party was so ruthless at such a young age, killing people without taking it seriously, and bringing an iron rod to beat them was a common occurrence, I couldn't blame Zhao Ruyi for being so harsh.
"These boys from Qianhang are getting more and more outrageous." Tang Ling said as she returned to the yard.
Over the years, she clearly felt that there were more and more news in the newspapers about car racing, fights, riots and even accidental deaths on campus. Qian Hang's second generation ancestors had become a group that represented unstable factors, but they could not get reasonable treatment.
constraint.
There are many things that everyone can see on the surface, but they are quickly suppressed. And these second-generation ancestors are becoming more and more unscrupulous.
Just like today, they broke down the door with iron bars and even called a gang of gangsters. If ordinary people provoked them, how would they have a chance to escape?
"A bunch of bastards!" Shi Xuewei gritted her teeth and threw out a few words.
Even her police car was smashed, what else can't these bastards do?
In their eyes, the police are no different than trash!
In order to avoid trouble, Shi Xuewei put the broken police car in the underground garage and covered it with car cloth. Sooner or later, she will settle the debt!
"How about it? Are you still in the mood to fight with me?"
Tang Ling entered the middle courtyard and asked Zhao Ruyi.
"Please ask my aunt for advice." Zhao Ruyi adjusted her mood and stood in the center of the Tai Chi pattern.
He still doesn't know what kind of martial arts Shi Xuewei's mother Tang Ling practices, but judging from Shi Xuewei's cautious eyes, she should be pretty good at martial arts.
Especially these strong men with outstanding martial arts skills also have considerable respect for Shi Xuewei's mother.
"Okay, let's get started." Tang Ling stood firmly and said.
Zhao Ruyi slowly raised his hands and spread his legs with a breath.
Those strong men who were filled with anger just now were holding their breath and paying attention to the competition in the middle of the yard.
"ha!"
Zhao Ruyi moved straight forward and punched out.
This is exactly the split fist in Xingyiquan. Xingyiquan emphasizes going straight, without fancy moves. The attack is fierce.
I saw Tang Ling standing still, folding half of her right hand, and blocking half of Zhao Ruyi's fist. Of course, Zhao Ruyi would not only have this move, turning reality into emptiness, taking half a step forward with her left foot, and turning into destruction.
It's a drill punch.
His strength is fierce, just in line with the fist intention of Xingyiquan. With just one move, he won the applause of those strong men.
If fighting routines only depends on the foundation, then fighting depends on adaptability and understanding of boxing skills. Judging from the changes in Zhao Ruyi's moves, his strength is not inferior to them.
Tang Ling didn't panic, took half a step back, and then slapped Zhao Ruyi's fist with her backhand.
Zhao Ruyi used to learn boxing from his master, and he had seen many boxing techniques, including Baguazhang, Tai Chi, Hong Fist, and Luohan Boxing. He had all learned a similar style, but looking at Shi Xuewei's mother Tang Ling's technique, it was hard to judge.
What kind of boxing is this?
As soon as the two moves passed, Zhao Ruyi was no longer polite. The "five moves" of Xingyi Quan rushed towards Tang Ling like a tide, splitting, collapsing, drilling, cannon, and horizontal, hitting faster and faster.
Tang Ling's movements became faster and faster. She shot continuously with both hands, blocking Zhao Ruyi's attacks from all angles, but her legs only retreated slightly. This swift attack was a bit like Wing Chun.
As if Zhao Ruyi's fists were just wooden stakes, Tang Ling seemed to be practicing regular boxing. She could clearly see the origin of each of Zhao Ruyi's fists.
So fast!
Zhao Ruyi was surprised. This was definitely a static attack, which belonged to the style of Nanquan. It seemed that the position of the arm movement was very small, but it was airtight.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
The strong men onlookers applauded one after another.
They could see that Zhao Ruyi's level was not low, but their martial uncle Tang Ling's strength was obviously higher.
"Be careful with his half-step punch!" Shi Xuewei suddenly shouted.
At this moment, Zhao Ruyi stepped forward with his left foot, followed with his right foot, twisted his right fist inward, and raised his jaw...Finally, he found the right moment and punched with half a step!
Tang Ling put her palms on Zhao Ruyi's right arm, and along the way, her left hand appeared under Zhao Ruyi's ribs like a ghost...
Boom!
With a loud noise, Zhao Ruyi was knocked seven steps away!
Zhao Ruyi felt a burning pain under his ribs and close to his chest, and he almost couldn't lift his right hand. This was because Tang Ling's arm hit his numb hole, causing his blood and energy to stagnate for a short time.
"Not bad." Tang Ling turned around and looked at Shi Xuewei, "Take him to the second floor and give him a room."
Uh... Zhao Ruyi looked at Tang Ling, thinking that this was a test of my martial arts before deciding whether to let me live here?
He moved his numb right hand again, and then thought to himself, is this a warning from Shi Xuewei's mother... My daughter is not easy to mess with, and I am even harder to mess with!!~!
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