"Wait!"
Just as Mr. Yang was gearing up to make a move, Lin Hu suddenly took a step and shouted:
"Father Yang, you can be regarded as a great master, and you have even reached the state of turning your energies into the slightest. Are you really able to deal with a young man with a disability?"
"Ha ha!"
The old man Yang smiled and looked at the young man who had just practised Ming Jin with a smile. As the saying goes, Tai Chi does not go out for three years and Xingyi beats people to death for half a year. If both of them are at the same stage of strength, maybe Old man Yang is really not his opponent, but the realm of the young man in front of him is completely a baby who has just learned to run. He can even kill him with a single punch. I don't know whether it is self-defeating or a hero. She felt sorry, and then asked:
"Why, Wawa, do you want to die for him and take the old man three punches from me?"
Looking at the harmless smile of the old man and animals made people shudder, and felt a gust of gloomy wind blowing on his face, piercing his muscles into the bones, but Lin Hu was still a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance. He arched his hands slightly, and said humbly:
"Master Yang, the younger generation knows that they are not your opponents, and even if you punch them, they will be killed, but I am still willing to take the three punches of Old Yang for this disciple of Xingyimen."
"Yes," Wu Tian and Wei Debing said in unison without waiting for Jiang Minghao and Mr. Yang to reply:
"And us, you Lin Hu can get a punch, and our brothers can also get a punch."
"Brother Lin, brothers, I have taken your kindness, Jiang Minghao!" Jiang Minghao heard everyone trying to block these three punches for himself, and immediately refused:
"I, Jiang Minghao, is a handicapped person. This life should have stayed in the Goose country a long time ago. It has been a gift from heaven if I live on it today. If this life is my life today, this body can be used for everyone’s life, and it’s worth it. ."
After finishing talking, Jiang Minghao turned around and nodded to everyone to express his gratitude. In that sudden moment, it seemed that the whole world was on Jiang Minghao’s shoulders. Wei Debing and Wu Tian looked at Jiang Minghao's resolute appearance, the corners of their eyes. I couldn't help but shed tears. They are brothers. They said yes to share adversity and share life and death. But now, Jiang Minghao wants to give up his life for them, how can he not make these two brothers feel sad
I saw Jiang Minghao turning the wheelchair gently, facing Mr. Yang, with a smile, and said softly with a look of death.
"Mr. Yang, I'm ready, come on!"
"Good, good."
Mr. Yang looked at Jiang Minghao's affection and righteousness, but he was a little bit unbearable. His face had a dignified look. In today's materialistic society, who would take an oath, a promise, and a brotherhood, and he would never hesitate. Even giving up his own life, this is heroic spirit, this is righteousness, this is the righteousness of chivalry, so that the old man who has lived for more than 60 years feels ashamed, except for two good words, he really doesn't know how to use it anymore. What rhetoric to praise the young child in front of me.
"It seems that the old man has no other choice but to perfect you. If you are not killed by the old man with three punches, I can promise you a request, not against any of the moral requirements of martial arts."
The old man seemed to be completely overwhelmed by Jiang Minghao. The condition he put forward made everyone present very greedy. Just imagine if Jiang Minghao asked him to be his lifelong bodyguard, there was such a martial arts master by his side, who was born and died for himself. Who can move him? But the price of this condition is too great, because everyone, especially after seeing the two palms he slapped on Long Zhiwen, they are more willing to believe that Jiang Minghao didn't have the life to enjoy the condition given by the old man.
Imagine that the old man would rather starve to death than open a museum to accept disciples. How could he easily promise others? It may be a whim, or it may be a rush of blood, but he will never release water to Jiang Minghao for the sake of this cocoon he made.
Without this condition, the old man might be merciful because he moved his hands, but when he offered this condition, it meant that he had to completely beat Jiang Minghao to death within three punches to avoid binding others, so everyone was more willing to believe, old man This condition was actually Jiang Minghao's reminder.
"it is good!"
Jiang Minghao knew that the old man's words meant that he was sent to the god of death, but he still shouted cruelly. He planned to let go and ask whether he could hold the old man's first two punches and whether he could endure it. To Mr. Yang, he used his intensive means.
"Father, come on!"
Hearing Jiang Minghao’s words, Mr. Yang’s heart suddenly twitched. Since he stepped into the realm of energization, no one had ever made him feel such a sense of crisis, and he was still paralyzed in a wheelchair. The disabled, unable to fight back, slowly tightened his right hand into a fist, and the friction between the knuckles seemed to be a drumbeat before the war.
I saw Grandpa Yang’s body flashing like a ghost, bringing a gust of wind, his body was like catkins, walking like a cat, but the outstretched fist had the speed of a cannonball out of its chamber, towards the person in the wheelchair. Jiang Minghao flew away.
"call······"
It was the sound of the fist breaking through the air resistance, like a hammer coming from the air, slamming directly toward Jiang Minghao's chest at lightning speed. Before the fist arrived, the fist wind had already rushed towards their faces. Wei Debing and the others seemed to have felt the pain of the fist hitting the body. They felt the same as they felt, and they couldn't help closing their eyes.
"boom·······"
Like a meteorite hitting the earth, at the moment that rushing fist touched Jiang Minghao’s chest, Jiang Minghao, who had already lost consciousness, felt the trembling and tearing of every inch of his body, as if the whole body was like a piece of glass. Every inch of his body was cracked under this fist, and every bit of pain in his body seemed to take root from a crack in his body, and the painful roots pierced into his heart like steel needles.
However, the skin and muscles of the body did not seem to completely block the force of this punch. This force is like countless steel wires penetrating Jiang Minghao’s skin, muscles, internal organs, and even bone marrow, directly through the shell, and even directly The back of the clothes cracked abruptly, even unabated.
At the moment when Jiang Minghao's originally still wheelchair flew upside down, the two wheels suddenly leaned back, as if he was also frightened by Mr. Yang's punch. He even directly abandoned Jiang Minghao and the entire wheelchair turned upside down. Jiang Minghao stepped over the wheelchair and was blasted out.
"puff·······"
Jiang Minghao felt that he was hit by a speeding train. There was a tumbling in his abdominal cavity. He couldn't help but a mouthful of blood spurted out, with a few traces of visceral debris, and his body seemed to be hit by a ram. The warhead slammed into the wall behind him. The red brick and cement wall was smashed by Jiang Minghao's body, and he couldn't help trembling all over, and the debris was scattered, as if he was also frightened.
"Puff puff..."
Jiang Minghao is like a broken cloth bag. After rolling a few times under the force of the impact of the wall, he remained motionless, blood pouring out from his mouth like spring eyes, and the traces of internal organs in the blood water made people feel uncomfortable. At a glance, he was seriously injured, and his internal organs had been severely damaged under this punch.
"Brother Hao, Brother Hao, are you okay?"
Wu Tian took the lead and only ran towards Jiang Minghao. He followed Wei Debing closely behind him, and Wei Debing muttered with tears in his eyes:
"Brother Hao, don't scare me, I still expect you to teach me how to pick up girls!"
The two brothers ran to Jiang Minghao's side, helped Jiang Minghao, and helped him wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth. But as soon as it was wiped off, the blood poured out again, as if deliberately against them. Wei Debing and Wu Tian were like rubbing. Like their beloved, the three brothers hugged each other tightly, seeming to want to share the pain for Jiang Minghao through physical contact.
Seeing the disabled young man in front of him, in order to save his companion's life, replacing his life with his life, the enemy who was still in power, at this time, there was more admiration and emotion on his face.
The monk who just hit the ceiling fan with his iron head touched his crooked head, and sighed with sadness, "Amitabha Buddha, died early and reborn early." Lin Hu, who is also the descendant of Xingyiquan, closed even more. My own eyes didn't dare to look at this scene again. As for the sissy Hua Yelang who was laughed at by Wu Tian, he couldn't cry at this time, and the cold Yue country killer looked at the love of the three brothers, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. When he got up, his right hand had already left the hilt around his waist, and he seemed to have completely given up on the idea of killing them.
"Mr. Jiang, you must have nothing to do, Amen."
Mary, who has always believed in her charm and looks, and vowed to use her body to control all men, actually believed in God Jesus at this time. Her slender hands were already pale in fright at this time. Have Mary ever seen it? Such a scene? I can only pray that Jiang Minghao will not be beaten to death. At least if he is there, their cooperation will be effective. Otherwise, if Jiang Minghao has any accident, she will not have the opportunity to leave alive.
"Jiang Minghao! Jiang Minghao!"
At this time, Long Zhiwen, who was sitting in the corner of the wall and barely leaning on the ground and the support of the wall, called Jiang Minghao's name hoarsely. He breathed heavily and said:
"Your kid is Jiang Jianguo's grandson, the son of Cheetah and Clairvoyance, how can you die so easily? Get up for Lao Tzu and pretend to die? Get up!"
"Haha..."
Hearing Long Zhiwen's words, Jiang Minghao burst into laughter, completely ignoring the blood that was constantly pouring in his mouth. When he heard the name of his grandfather and the code name of his parents, the whole person laughed like a stimulus, as if this laughter To release all his pain and grievances completely, Jiang Minghao smiled and said:
"Xiaotian, soldier, help Xiaoye get up, Xiaoye has a good rest, and comes to receive Mr. Yang's second punch."
"But Brother Hao, you..." Wei Debing looked at the blood on the ground and the body limp like cotton. He couldn't help but his eyes were moist. He said in a crying voice, but he didn't. Knowing what else to say, Wu Tian on the side also shed tears, but he touched the tears from the corner of his eye, and resolutely rebuked:
"Cry a fart, we Dragon Kingdom soldiers always shed blood, sweat and not tears, little soldier, come, Brother Fu Hao, get up, and our three brothers will come together and continue the second punch."