Yu Lanchuan has grown to be so big, and he has always been very Buddhist in martial arts, and he rarely has any desire to win. After all, he lived a "mainstream" and successful life. From childhood to adulthood, he was a "child of someone else's family" and was familiar with all kinds of bright and dark rules in society.
Whether it was the challenge that Yan Hao was forced to face by the expectations of his elders, or the disputes that those people started for "face", in his opinion, they were all naive and ridiculous - he lived his life like shit, and he was eager to fight with his face. What is the difference between a useless thing and a child who is addicted to online games
Even at that time, Yang Lao and Han Dongsheng personally called the door in order to recruit people from the health care product pyramid selling dens. He also felt that they were not smart enough to treat the symptoms rather than the root causes.
The most important thing Yu Lanchuan lacked in his life was self-confidence. As a hobby, Hanjiang Qijue was just an insignificant icing on the cake. Does it matter if you practice well or not
This is the second time in his life that his heart is congested with a strong sense of powerlessness, and he can't wait to give up this mortal body, and suddenly grow three heads and six arms, becoming the hero image that he fantasized about when he was very young and sneered when he grew up. .
The last time he was choked with powerlessness was in that landfill fifteen years ago.
Twice it was because of the same person.
But no one can go to heaven and earth and be omnipotent.
Even if Yu Lanchuan could mobilize countless social connections and swept Yanning's illegal health care product pyramid scheme, he would still be helpless in front of a dead pig like Yang Ping who is not afraid of boiling water.
Just like when Wei Xiao inherited Wan Muchun's stunt and kept his name incognito, he failed to bring his little girl to a good end.
The police are still on the way, and the clues to the old case have been annihilated.
He couldn't beat Yang Ping, he just couldn't beat him.
"Wan Muchun shouldn't be like this," Yang Pinghao lifted his feet and walked away, while walking, he said, "I heard about your master, Mr. Zuchun... It should be this generation - when he started killing people, Even if the opponent's sword touches his throat, he will send his own knife, and bet who's throat will split faster. If you didn't accept it, maybe you cut my throat first, maybe I hit you first Death, this is not accurate, but you accept it."
Gan Qing tried to hold herself up with one hand, but her left hand, which was clasped unconsciously, was cut with blood by the razor blade, and Yu Lanchuan forcibly squeezed it open and clasped her wrist.
"Forget about kung fu, you don't dare to gamble at all." Yang Ping said here, just in front of Gan Qing, he lowered his head and glanced at her contemptuously, "Did you really kill Wei Huan? I can't see it. , wouldn't it be Wei Xiao, the old boy who didn't dare to admit it, pushed you out to take the blame? Then you are really filial."
Gan Qing slowly raised his eyes.
"You have no blood," Yang Ping leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice and said to her, "This is normal, women have no blood, they are born with this kind of thing, usually they may be more ruthless than anyone else, and when it comes to life and death, they will show it all. I'm out. I'm leaving, remember what you said... But you'll be fine even if you break your promise, you're a loser, ha! Dare to come to me, I'll be waiting for you at any time."
At this moment, a golf club was placed in front of him, and Yu Lanchuan said coldly, "Hold on."
"Little Master Yu." Yang Ping smirked, "any more advice?"
Yu Lanchuan put Gan Qing away carefully: "It's her who bet you, I didn't agree with you to go."
Yan Hao didn't have any idea, but he was loyal enough to stand bewildered just now. Hearing Yu Lanchuan's statement, he immediately picked up the stick: "Little Master Yu, you... Be careful!"
Yan Hao's tone suddenly changed, because Yang Ping moved his hand unexpectedly and slashed at Yu Lanchuan - this time the momentum was even more frightening than when he hit Fei Gan Qing just now, Yu Lanchuan was already suffocated before his palm reached Feeling, a civilized person, where have you seen such a fighting style
At that time, Yu Lanchuan even took seven or eight steps back, with the club in his hand, and almost forgot the moves he had practiced since childhood.
Yan Hao's heart skipped a beat, and he saw despair for a while—what else is there to fight, it would be nice to be able to send the big devil away safely.
Yang Ping raised his eyebrows: "Are you still coming?"
Yu Lanchuan's tense mouth suddenly turned up: "Come."
But even if you can't beat it, so what
There will always be times when it is necessary to let go of reason, let go of everything, forget those high-level "strategies", forget gains and losses, and walk toward the direction of instinct and courage.
"you wanna die!"
"I heard people say that since you were a child, because of your poor physical development, you get twice the results with half the effort," Yu Lanchuan said quickly, "I haven't seen any success in practicing for half my life. What a bummer. Later, after wasting time, my legs were broken, and I was kicked out of the beggar gang. In good times, I didn’t succeed, but if I broke my hands and feet, I could counterattack? I don’t believe it. With a character like your old man, you actually say that you are competing for martial arts. Breaking one of her disobedient arms and then walking away, is it to be spared and spared? I don't believe it either."
Yang Ping's eyes twitched.
"You said that the evidence is insufficient, so you are not afraid of the police, I agree - then since you are not afraid of the police, why are you rushing to get out?" Yu Lanchuan squinted slightly, "I can't find any other explanation, I can only think of you I used some kind of cheating method to suddenly become very powerful. I don't really understand the principle of evil power, but the drug is more likely, and its effect has a time limit, isn't it? So you want to scare us , no longer dare to get in the way. What is the time limit for this? Five minutes? Ten minutes? Or limit the times you use evil powers... "
Before Yu Lanchuan finished speaking, Yang Ping suddenly rushed towards him as if to prove that he was wrong. Jue was also out of tune in his hand, and was twisted fiercely by Yang Ping, his right wrist suffered a sharp pain, the joint was disengaged in an instant, and the club fell!
Yu Lanchuan has grown to such a size in peace, and he has never even had a car accident or sports accident, but he still felt the pain of "severing muscles and bones" for the first time. At that moment, he couldn't help but think: What does it feel like to cut off one's own tendons
Is it the same pain
No... it should be more painful than that, right? What the hell did she do, how could she be so cruel
Yan Hao shouted, holding a big stick and swinging it towards Yang Ping's back, Yang Ping knocked the wooden stick he was swinging with his elbow, and his bloodshot eyes looked at him viciously, revealing an almost beast-like ferocity. Light-purple blood vessels had crawled up his face, sticking to the sides of his temples like cobwebs, which made him look a little unhuman.
Yan Hao was taken aback and stepped back subconsciously.
Yang Ping approached him.
The white fog that Yu Lanchuan exhaled trembled uncontrollably, resisting not to cry out, but forced out a sneer: "This... What is it? Is it a new type of drug? Have you shared it with others? Don't your fans also have it? Yang Senior, you said that the police can't catch the handle of your old case, so... do you want to know about drug addicts and drug dealers?"
Yang Ping roared and grabbed his shoulder. Suddenly, a cold light flashed past, and he was poking at his elbow. Yang Ping couldn't dodge in time, and a cut was made on his sleeve, three inches and two minutes in the direction of the hand tendon!
"Don't play with them," Gan Qing hung one arm and picked up the dagger that had just dropped quietly with one hand. Her fingertips were slightly loose, and several bloody razor blades fell off, and her fingertips swept across the blade. And the blood tank, slow and firm, as if her left hand was not used only when she was an adult, but was tempered since she was a child, and she has never shivered, "Just warming up, when did I... cough... admit defeat?"
Yang Ping was almost driven mad by them. If he used to pay attention to a good-looking "fighting" posture before, this time he didn't care about anything after the "exploding", and he became a mad dog.
Yang Ping's telescopic stick smashed the bricks of the wall, and smashed it at Gan Qing like a storm. Gan Qing is absolutely not as strong as a stone, and her right arm was broken, and she was basically in a state of hemiplegia. Procrastinating, several times and three times, she narrowly escaped when she was about to hit her.
Of course, Yang Ping found out. It was aimed specifically at Gan Qing's right side, and he aimed at whichever side she was inconvenient. Just like when a few of them besieged Wei Xiao back then, it seemed that Wei Xiao was arrogant. The division of labor has long been secretly clear. At that time, a companion used the word "entanglement" to entangle Wei Xiao's right hand holding the knife and let him take advantage of the opportunity.
They don't think it's unfair, because your peers are all at this level, why is your Wei Xiao outstanding? Why so crazy? So you must be cheating, or maybe the Wanmuchun family is a sorcerer, and it is not worthy of being ranked in the top five with their famous sect, and it is not worthy of being compared with the serious martial arts.
Since it is a sorcery, it cannot be viewed with common sense. Of course, it makes sense for so many people to fight one.
Just to win.
At this time, the speed of the two's hands, Yan Hao, who was watching, could not see clearly. At this time, the siren finally sounded in the distance, and at the same time, Yang Ping punched Gan Qing's temple. Her right arm was fractured, making it impossible to block. If she ducked, Yang Ping's telescopic stick would hit her on top of her head.
But this time, Gan Qing did not hide.
The sharp dagger cut through Yang Ping's arm and picked it up along the hideous scar on the arm. It coincidentally coincided with the scene when Wei Xiao broke his hand strength many years ago. Yang Ping let out a terrified voice. At the same time, an arm inserted out of thin air, blocking between Yang Ping's fist and Gan Qing, and the back of his hand touched her face.
Gan Qing spun out with his left foot as the axis, and the dagger was drawn to the bottom, and with a single snap, he smashed his whole body down.
Yang Ping seemed to have suffered great pain. He curled up and fell to the ground, twitching all over his body. The policemen rushed over. Gan Qing raised his left hand, threw the dagger on the ground, and smiled at Yang Ping almost inaudibly. With a sigh: "Are you worthy of blood?"
Unknown police officers rushed up and quickly isolated everyone present: "Someone is injured! Call an ambulance!"
Yang Ping hissed and screamed: "My hand tendon! My hand tendon!"
"God! Tendon? It's a knife injury, a dagger..." The two policemen held Yang Ping with difficulty, turned him over, and saw the arm he was holding tightly - there was a blood line on it, just along his arm A scar that overlaps with the scar makes it look particularly ferocious and terrifying...
However, if you look closely, the stab wound only cut through the epidermis and just touched the depth of the dermis layer. It neither injured the tendons nor moved the bones. This person's blood coagulation function is really good. After a while, the wound has a tendency to stop bleeding. .
Inexplicably, the police looked at Yang Ping who was rolling on the ground, and then at Gan Qing, who was in a state of embarrassment. In such a comparison, the one lying on the ground was like a demented touch of porcelain.
"Hey," a policeman lifted his big cap with a headache, grabbed a handful of sparse hair, and said helplessly, "Sir, are you drawing your hand tendons? Wake up, stop pretending."
Yang Ping turned a deaf ear.
He once thought that he was in the dark and narrow back alley of the mud pool, and personally ended the nightmare of his life. For the sake of shame, he took all the pains to bring those wastes to watch and let them be witnesses to prove that he beat Wei Xiao to his knees. beg for mercy.
But it turned out not to be.
Nightmares don't eat the trick of deceiving oneself and others. The illusion that he has decorated for many years is as thin as a cicada's wings, and when it is gently scratched by a knife, the embarrassing truth is revealed—
Wei Xiaoxian was injured by a conspiracy sent by Wang Jiusheng, causing internal bleeding and inconvenience.
If not, Yang Ping would not have the courage to fight with him again.
"What's the matter with this man?" The police saw that he was unconscious and asked suspiciously, "Is he mentally abnormal... I'll go, what's on his face and hands? Tattoos?"
"I don't know," Gan Qing, who was not wearing a coat, seemed to feel the cold. She sucked in her red nose and was stimulated by the cold wind. Tears came down again. Fierce to death, scaring people to death."
The policeman's expression became serious, obviously reminiscent of the symptoms of a drug addict: "Call an ambulance, and then contact the forensic comrade... Bring them all back... Hey, why is this little girl injured like this? Is it with you? Are you an adult?"
A policewoman hurried over to check the quiet situation. The police were in a hurry, and Yang Ping's screams for decades sounded heartbreaking.
Gan Qing glanced at her hand in a trance - her right hand was the famous Wanmuchun killing knife, which was very talented and unparalleled in sharpness.
But... she was abolished by her own hands.
There is only one left hand that is not a dominant hand by nature. At first, in the few years when she was most at a loss, she exercised casually for the convenience of daily life.
The hand had never been bloodied before.
She raised her left hand and gently wiped the cheek that Yu Lanchuan had just knocked on the back of her hand. She looked in his direction across the crowd—