Hearing Wu Tian's words, Wei Debing wiped away his tears fiercely. Together with Wu Tian, he firmly held Jiang Minghao's hand and helped Jiang Minghao to stand up slowly. These three brothers seemed to stand upright. Standing there steadily like a fallen god, Jiang Minghao's body, supported by Wu Tian and Wei Debing, walked towards Mr. Yang step by step, his whole body exuding momentum, as stalwart as a mountain world, they stepped out Every step of the mountain seems to have stepped on the entire mountain galaxy.
Seeing these three young people who are supporting each other, their faces are firm and even daring to face death, Mr. Yang's face shows a trace of embarrassment and intolerance. He did not expect that these young people are facing the situation of death. Next, he could still not abandon or give up, and let him, a lonely old man who was alone in the road of martial arts, feel sad for a while, but then his face turned to appreciation and joy, just listen to him with a smile:
"Okay, yes, under the full blow of my ten levels of strength, you are still alive, but with the next punch, I will never show mercy."
Just as Mr. Yang's words fell, Hua Yelang behind him began to mutter in an extremely weak voice:
"Oh, my mother-in-law, fourth uncle, grandfather, you are a shameless old man, and I haven't seen you take a punch and show mercy!"
Although it was nine cold winters, the folding fan in Hua Yelang's hand was still swaying, whirring in the wind, and the faint muttering sound seemed to be fighting injustices for Jiang Minghao, but in this silent atmosphere like a dead sea Next, that extremely faint whisper, like a drum on the battlefield, aroused the resonance of everyone, Hua Yelang's complaints and whispers, as if to explain what they wanted to express.
But when Grandpa Yang heard these words, he felt like a needle pricked his heart, extremely uncomfortable. He turned around abruptly, his eyes were like two ghosts, staring straight at Hua Yelang with broken mouth, as if to Swallowing him alive, Hua Yelang trembled with fright.
"Why? How about you get the old man's second punch for him?"
Father Yang's voice was like the call of death, making Hua Yelang agitated, and immediately pretending to be doing nothing, his eyes aimlessly towards the ceiling, and he did not reply, as if he hadn't said the words just now.
But under such circumstances, no one laughed at Hua Yelang's timidity and cowardice, at least he dared to speak up for the paralyzed young man in front of him, but what about them? In front of such a strong man, he didn't even have the courage to condemn, and his life was completely like an ant, not in his control at all.
The previous punch of the old man was completely dependent on the strength of the body, and he had reached such a breaking force. If it had not been for Jiang Minghao's strict military training since he was a child, his body would be far more powerful than ordinary people, perhaps Mr. Yang's That punch already killed Jiang Minghao. At this time, with the help of Wei Debing and Wu Tian, the blood on his face that was as red as pig liver faded a little, and he gradually recovered a little look, and he was still humbled. Said:
"Mr. Yang, the junior is ready, please send a second punch," Jiang Minghao said, and another mouthful of blood spurted out, as if the shock caused when he just spoke, and once again affected the wound, he paused and took a look. Mary continued:
"The juniors hope that after receiving the second punch, if I die, I hope Mr. Yang can keep the woman over there alive out of this yard."
"Wow..."
The crowd at the scene exploded in an instant. A man, especially when he was about to face death, was still concerned about the safety of another woman. But I think how important this woman is to him, even Wu Tian is also one. A puzzled expression on his face looked at Jiang Minghao at a loss, but Wu Tian's eyes immediately swept towards Wei Debing. He found that the face of this simple and honest rural boy turned out to be uncertain, as if he had a great deal of Jiang Minghao's words. Opinion, it seems that he was really attracted by Mary, but Wei Debing's hands still held Jiang Minghao tightly, but they did not affect their brotherhood due to personal affair.
"What are you talking about? Wow, you are not confused, are you?"
Mr. Yang also looked confused. He looked at the lovely and beautiful rice woman, especially the charming pair of eyes. He seemed to understand something, with an elusive smile on his face and said:
"Haha, since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by Beauty Pass, Wawa, you are still caring about your sweetheart when you die, how can I let you die, old man..."
"No, Mr. Yang, you misunderstood." Jiang Minghao saw that he had misunderstood himself, and then glanced at the expressions in everyone's eyes that were so pretentious, Jiang Minghao shook his head helplessly:
"Everyone, Miss Mary is Zhao Ritian's wife..."
Before Jiang Minghao could finish, Hua Yelang, who had a broken mouth, began to mutter again:
"Oh my mother-in-law and grandfather, you are so angry as a beauty, no, you are so angry as the daughter-in-law of the old Zhao next door, it is no wonder that you have to fight hard with the rich man Zhao, and we are all You have to put your life here, how do you think you are a man? Have you any interest? Haven't heard of where there is no fragrant grass in the world? Haven't heard of dying and don't die on a crooked neck tree? Past..."
"Dead sissy, shut up for me!"
Hua Yelang’s words directly irritated Wei Debing. Originally, Jiang Minghao’s sentence to protect Mary had already made his heart angry, but now he heard Hua Yelang’s broken mouth, nagging like a woman with a long tongue, letting it rest in his heart. The fire broke out completely, and he simply threw the Falcon Wing Saber in his hand directly at the long-tongued sissy with broken mouth.
"clang······"
The jet-black blade of the Falcon Wing Saber followed a metal collision. After a spark flashed, Ding Dong fell to the ground. His sudden attack was easily blocked by the folding fan in Hua Yelang's hands, but Hua Yelang But he was not angry at all, as if Wei Debing's sneak attack was completely painless bullet dust, he still said with that woman-like sharp voice:
"Oh, the little guy has a big temper? How about Master Hua practice with you?"
"Ahem!" The monk tilted his head and said that the monk saw that his new apprentice had been bullied. How could he not help out? Although he could go out alive and say otherwise, he bullied the apprentice in the presence of his master. Always unable to hang on, so he cleared his throat and said:
"Miss Flower, should the monk accompany you to practice? What is the ability to bully my apprentice?"
"Practice as you practice, smelly monk, who is afraid of whom!"
Hua Yelang waved his hand and took away his folding fan. Jiang Minghao saw that the situation was a little messy and immediately stopped him. After all, everyone is in the same boat, and multiple people always have more strength, so he explained:
"Everyone really misunderstood. The reason why I, Jiang Minghao, hoped that Mr. Yang would protect Marie's thoughtfulness, because before I came, I promised this American lady that I would definitely protect her. I am a member of the Long Kingdom and even a member of the Long Kingdom. The big man keeps his promise, even if he dies, he will keep his promise."
Everyone heard Jiang Minghao’s late explanation, and there was a moment of silence. They did not expect that Jiang Minghao’s request was only because of a promise, a promise to be followed until death. This made Mr. Yang even more admiration for the company in front of him. The paralyzed man who couldn't take care of himself in basic life, he gently stepped forward and said:
"What a big man, what a good word, we Longguo people have always kept our promises, no matter whether we live or die, we will keep our vows, Jiang Minghao, if you die, the old man will also report Mr. Zhao's kindness, and I will also be free. At that time, I will help you fulfill this promise. Who makes us all Longguo people, how can we lose the trust of the Yi people?"
"Mr. Yang, it's time to work!" Jiang Minghao nodded gently to express his gratitude. His eyes seemed to be two starlights in the dark night, full of vitality. His eyes looked at Wu Tian and Wei Debing on both sides, as if through his eyes. With the exchange, the hearts of the three of them are completely connected.
"Mr. Yang, please punch!"
"it is good!"
The old man looked into the eyes of the young man in front of him, as if he saw a stubborn bull. If he was a stubborn ass, then the stubborn temper of the young man in front of him had completely convinced him, except to use his fist to tell Mr. Yang has no other way to deal with it.
I saw his right hand flipped and closed his fingers into a fist. The fist was like a sandbag. The calloused fist seemed to be wrapped in an invisible strength. It made people feel that the object after the fist was a bit blurred. Jiang Minghao's pupils were sharp. Shrinking, he was sure. This time, Mr. Yang used his vigor with this punch. Although he had never encountered such an opponent, Jiang Minghao still wanted to take a gamble.
Jiang Minghao remembers that when he was practising Xingyiquan as a child, his grandfather once told himself that the human body is like a container, and qi is equivalent to the water in the container. There are two ways to source water, one is There is another way of saving for self-cultivation. Of course, each has its own advantages and disadvantages. The energy accumulated by self-cultivation can be used in perfect combination with the container, but it is difficult to save. Some people may not be able to save it for a lifetime. Accumulated, and the external energy comes quickly, but it may not be able to merge with the body and the original energy, even if it can merge, if the body cannot bear it, it will kill itself.
Jiang Minghao bet on whether his broken body can withstand the external energy. Before he was paralyzed, his Xingyiquan had been practiced to the peak of strength, which meant that his body had formed a container for storing Qi. , But this container is empty. Once Lao Yang's energy is injected, if his body cannot bear it, Jiang Minghao will surely burst and die on the spot.
Of course, this is only when Mr. Yang uses dark energy, and Jiang Minghao has the opportunity to gamble. If Yang uses Mingjin, for Jiang Minghao, there is hardly any energy in his body that can interact with external energy. Confrontation, then his body will be like a glass smashed from the outside by a hammer, completely shattered to death.
Therefore, Jiang Minghao’s bet is entirely based on small gains. It not only depends on whether Mr. Yang uses dark energy or bright energy, but also whether his body can withstand and adapt to Yang’s energy, no matter which step is wrong. , He is bound to die undoubtedly.
But Wei Debing and Wu Tian didn’t know about all of this. With a sincere heart and brotherhood, they supported Jiang Minghao from left to right, and dragged him tightly with their hands, as if they were one with each other. People's eyes glowed with the light of death.