What Yang Ping hated most in his life was when others called him "crippled", his lungs were inflated by Gan Qing, and he became a puffer fish. He overcame the psychological barrier to "Wanmuchun" on the spot.
He bullied Gan Qing like a ghost and wanted to beat her down.
At the same time, Gan Qing also flew backwards, her footsteps were not as light as quietly, she didn't seem to lift off the ground very much and dragged away, but every step just happened to let Yang Ping hit the fist and The palm of the wind seems to be reluctant to use even a little more strength.
Light dust and fallen leaves were lifted up by her footsteps and moved with the wind.
A telescopic stick suddenly appeared from Yang Ping's sleeve and swept across Gan Qing's chest. Gan Qing folded back abruptly, and the corner of the tattered jacket with the ball flew up like a flower that suddenly bloomed. At the same time, Yu Lanchuan golfed. The club was inserted horizontally, hitting the telescopic stick.
Gan Qing laughed loudly: "Which of your tails did I step on, Senior Yang? As soon as you come up, you will smash the plain into a basin... sigh!"
Yang Ping lifted the long stick with both hands, forcing Yu Lanchuan back a few steps.
Gan Qing's shoe tip was flattened by him, and he jumped up on one leg, and his master style disappeared: "Where are you, Xiao Yu!"
Yu Lanchuan didn't have time to deal with her, so he followed suit.
Hanjiang Qijue was originally an epee swordsmanship, which was a bit "ingenious and unworkable", and did not match the temperament of the colorful Xiao Ye - this handsome guy used to have to face the mirror when practicing on the balcony, and the swordsmanship can be Not in place, but pose can't.
Therefore, his "Hanjiang Qijue" has always been more than dashing and agile, and owes so much to the true meaning of swordsmanship.
However, at this time, the heavy golf clubs limited his performance, forcing him to simplify and simplify. Yang Ping was a rare master in his life. When he saw the tricks, he vaguely touched something he had never touched , I saw the sages fishing in the cold river with snow, empty and quiet, looking at the flowing time from where the vitality was cut off, and my heart suddenly became calm.
In fact, each martial arts system is not a gesture of fist and foot. It has been passed down for thousands of years, and each has its own set of ideas, which can probably be attributed to the eight words of "heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, and ups and downs of personnel". class. It's just that the first lesson is like the preface of the textbook. It seems to be an outline, but it is not important at all. It is always forgotten when you learn it.
The pursuit of being more powerful and playing better than anyone can already be regarded as "not forgetting the original intention"; more people chasing "pai-mian" are not counted, and even the power and interests behind the pai-mian must be embraced together. .
Holding them to go crazy, never die.
Gan Qing flicked his finger, and a small blade flew towards Yang Ping's neck. The throat was the key point. Yang Ping instinctively avoided it. The knife rubbed his front and bounced onto Yu Lanchuan's club. The blade lightly blocked, the blade turned its direction, and was pinched in Gan Qing's hand again.
Yang Ping held the club with both hands, and without waiting for his center of gravity to stand firm, the terrifying knife blocked his position. Yang Ping shouted before swinging her away, and Yan Hao swept him down with another stick.
These three people are all fighting and harassing. They all know that there is a gap between their own and Yang Ping's force value. No one fights with him. Come over and touch him and run. And don't confront him head-on.
Yang Ping gritted his teeth and saw that these little cubs were really trying to hold him back until the police arrived.
The short stick in his hand turned into a phantom, and it spun off Yu Lanchuan's stick and passed him by the wrong shoulder. Then the short stick suddenly stretched a few inches and hit Yan Hao's wrist with precision. Hao's wrist went numb for a while, and he let go of the weapon.
Gan Qing was much more clever than the two of them. He didn't fight him at all. He walked away at the touch of a button. The flying blades always followed Yang Ping's way, giving those two time to catch up at any time.
Yang Ping stabbed the short stick on the ground, stood a meter away from her, and suddenly sneered: "Wan Muchun, who is everywhere and pervasive, doesn't even dare to do it directly with the upright Heren!"
Gan Qing replied indifferently: "No way, it's disabled."
The corners of Yang Ping's eyes jumped a few times, and Yu Guang glanced at Yan Hao and Yu Lanchuan who were surrounded by vigilance, and said slowly: "Wei Xiaoxiao signed a life-or-death competition back then. It was one-to-many. But at least he knows how to face, if he knows that his descendants have changed from eagles to jackals, I don't know how he will feel."
Gan Qing has been mixed up like this, she has long since lost a crystal clear glass heart. She even regarded as a "goddess". Don't care: "Then what else can you think, a generation is not as good as a generation, your father's mantra."
Yang Ping: "..."
Yu Lanchuan was choked up and down by Gan Qing every day, and when she finally got the chance to watch her blade go out, she couldn't tell how happy she was.
Gan Qing issued a sincere invitation: "If you still want to attack personally, just open your mouth."
Yang Ping's cheeks were tense for a moment, and he didn't know what to think. He suddenly smiled again: "You want to drag the police, what can you do?"
Yu Lanchuan: "It's not very good, but if you want to attack the police like you beat us, the next wave may be guns."
"To tell you the truth, even if they capture me, I don't think it's impossible to escape from prison," Yang Ping said with a sneer, "Even if I follow them honestly, what can they do to me? What crime do I have? Injuring that little girl? She was the one who committed the murder with the knife first. I just broke her wrist with the knife and didn't kill her, is it too much?"
Gan Qing realized something, and her eyes became cold.
"Organize to participate in the underworld? I have been expelled from the beggar gang for 18 years, everyone, about the beggar gang, can you find me?" Yang Ping put the telescopic stick upright and put it in his arms, "You talk about me Who was burned to death thirty years ago, and who was killed ten or eight years ago
Quietly standing up, the little dumb girl opened her mouth and said "Ah" with all her might.
Yang Ping didn't bother to give her the right look at all, his cloudy eyes locked Gan Qing: "The bones of the dead are rotten into scum, and Wei Xiao's three and a half small houses have long been turned into lawns, I don't admit it, you can take it What should I do, ah? What can you do with Wang Jiusheng?"
Gan Qing's voice was pressed into his hoarse throat: "It really is Wang Jiusheng?"
"Otherwise, who else would there be?" Yang Ping said, "In those days when I betrayed my relatives and separated from my family, the grandsons of the Beggar Gang were busy licking the feet of the old gang leader and holding him 'selfless', and no one listened to my deployment. Who can dig three feet into the ground and dig out Wei Xiao, an earthworm that hides its head and shows its tail?"
Gan Qing's fingertips rubbed the blade in his hand back and forth.
Yang Ping: "How about it, do you want to kill Wang Jiusheng? Go ahead. After killing you, you have to hide your name and hide from the arrest warrant."
Yu Lanchuan: "You don't need to worry about this, you..."
Yang Ping raised a short stick to Gan Qing, pointed at her and said, "Why don't you make a bet with me."
Gan Qing lifted his eyelids.
"Let the idle and miscellaneous people go away, don't hide and hide, come and compete with me, let me see and see, the magic skill of 'paodingjie ox' is still there. If you lose, go back and be yours Shrinking tortoise, dare to come to trouble me again in this life, your master will go down to eighteen layers of hell, peeling skin and cramping, and you will never be born again."
Gan Qing: "I beat you?"
Yang Ping seemed to have heard some innocent child's words, and couldn't help laughing: "Then I will surrender myself to the police, and promise not to be unlucky alone, and I will help you drag Wang Jiusheng in, pad, and back."
Yu Lanchuan frowned: "Gan Qing..."
Gan Qing raised his hand at him.
Yu Lanchuan: "He just wants to take the opportunity to get away, so the mentally retarded will fall for this kind of trick!"
Gan Qing fixed his eyes on Yang Ping, took out the cloth wrapped around his hand from his pocket, and tied it around his right hand.
Yu Lanchuan: "What are you doing?"
Gan Qing took off his coat and handed it to the shivering Quiet: "I'm mentally retarded."
Yu Lanchuan, who was still in the dark just now, ate a piece of the newspaper, he lifted his leg and was about to step forward, when suddenly something broke in front of him, Yu Lanchuan stopped abruptly, and lowered his head slowly - a small one. The blade was rightly nailed to the welt of the front of his leather shoe!
"Don't make trouble, darling." Gan Qing said softly, "Otherwise I'll be distracted to deal with you."
Yang Ping grinned, and the three-on-one situation was completely irreversible, because Gan Qing said so, she would really start with her companions, and to surround and suppress a master like Yang Ping, let alone infighting, even if the cooperation was improper, He would easily take advantage of them to slip away. As long as Yu Lanchuan and the others were sensible, the best choice now is to watch the battle.
"You're brave, you really dare," Yang Ping said, "Wei Xiao was defeated by me back then."
"Weixiao didn't lose to you," Gan Qing said word by word, "he lost to Wang Jiusheng, you were just driven by Wang Jiusheng to collect a corpse in the past—and, the last one used With your tone of voice, the person who said I was 'not timid' was Wei Huan, and the corpse had already been licked by maggots."
Yang Ping clenched his fists tightly. As his arms were congested with blood, the blood vessels protruding under the jagged skin became more and more hideous. From a distance, his hands were a little purple. He took the lead when he was caught off guard. This time, Gan Qing didn't dodge left or right. With a "hum", the blade and the retractable stick rubbed together to make a sour movement.
Yan Hao subconsciously took a step back, and for a moment, he almost felt that the sword light flashed before his eyes.
For the first time, the spectators who were born in the peaceful era truly felt what a pressing murderous intention was—Yu Lanchuan and Yan Hao both fought with Gan Qing and knew that she was very powerful, but in general, she was similar to every other in the same class. The students who took the "excellent" exams were all excellent.
Yu Lanchuan even thought she was a "misstep girl" with many tricks.
It was only then that he realized later that the girl "slipped" because she killed Wei Huan when she was seventeen.
It's not some powerless cat or dog, it's a bloody, vicious and vicious... her fellow apprentice brother.
Gan Qing never took them seriously.
In such a flash, Yang Ping and Gan Qing had already passed by. Yang Ping's short stick hit Gan Qing's rib. At the same time, he tilted his head unnaturally - a knife was slashed on his eyelids. The slender wound, if he hadn't closed his eyes quickly, the knife would have landed on the eyeball.
Gan Qing was slammed with a stick, her upper body swayed slightly, and her eyes, which were a little bloody because of the cold, seemed to be a little red again, and she didn't say a word.
She was slow to respond.
Over the years, she has been confused and drifted with the flow, her mind is full of skewers after get off work, the knife is dull and her hands are soft. Yu Lanchuan thought that he would pull her back from the brink of crime, and followed him several times in fear. In fact, there was no need... At that juncture, she might not be able to take a knife.
Her right hand, which was wrapped in cloth, stopped shaking, but she still didn't have the strength to lift it up. It hung over her like a prosthetic limb. The right rib that had been hit with a stick was on fire, and her internal organs were shaken a few times.
Yang Ping slowly wiped away the blood on his eyelids with his thumb, and licked it: "You give back your kung fu to Master, right?"
The voice fell, and the blade had fallen to the side of his neck. Yang Ping suddenly lifted the telescopic stick up and caught her blade. The pale left hand was unexpectedly flexible, and the blade quickly "swam" from the index finger to the little finger, The deadly blade condensed into a line, passed the short stick, and turned to Yang Ping's throat, but at the moment when the oily skin was cut, she suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Yang Ping's palm came out from the bottom, and her wrist was folded into an angle that a person couldn't break. He hit her chest with a palm, and the palm was purple and black.
Wei Xiao was killed by this palm.
In desperation, Gan Qing only had time to block her right arm in front of her, and the sound of broken bones sounded—she was pushed out nearly ten meters, and her back slammed into an abandoned telephone pole, her right arm hanging down. It made Yu Lanchuan suspect that her broken bones had pierced the flesh!
People with relatively thin statures can't stand the impact the most. Gan Qing's eyes are almost black. For a second or two, she even wondered if she had fainted, her ears roared, and then she was forcibly pulled back by the severe pain. Sanity.
Yu Lanchuan rushed over, Yan Hao clenched his stick in both hands, and stared at Yang Ping nervously.
Yang Ping didn't even look at him, he gave Gan Qing a condescending look, and he smiled in a relaxed manner.
"Wan Muchun, who was famous for a while," he said, "what's the use? Times have changed, and if you look back, whether Wei Xiao or the younger generation, they are all vain... It's a shame that I remembered it for so many years. Since this is the case. , I'll go first, Wan Muchun's family has been reduced to such a level, and they can't talk without saying anything, right?"
Yu Lanchuan hugged Gan Qing: "Hold on, she lost, I didn't tell you to go!"
"Master Yu, Master Yu," Yang Ping slowly tucked the short stick into his sleeve, shook his head and sighed, "Have you seen blood?"
Yu Lanchuan was speechless.
"Domestic cat," Yang Ping laughed, "don't show your teeth and claws in the wild - darling."