The hall shook and dust fell.

Everyone was stunned and lost their voice. They didn't expect that just now they were evenly matched, but the situation immediately took a turn for the worse.

Looking at Gong Baosen's stiff and numb figure and the expression on his face as red as blood, you can tell that not only his internal organs were violently shaken, but his hands and feet must be weak at this time, and he will not be able to regain his breath for a while.

Come.

"What a powerful punch, what a wonderful way to kill... One punch will kill you, you can't hide or hold it back."

There were sighs in the hall.

Yang Lin's figure was as light as smoke, like stepping on snow to break plum blossoms. He was extremely nimble and was in front of Gong Baosen in a flash.

With his palm like a knife, he struck Gong Baosen's waist.

Every part of his body can be turned into a murderous weapon, and the edges of his palms can tear through the wind like silk...

No one doubted that with this strike, Gong Baosen would probably be cut in half.

Just like his favorite disciple Ma San.

Master and disciple both died in the same way.

There is no good hand in fighting, and no good words in scolding.

Since it is a martial arts contest and a duel, to gain an advantage, of course it is necessary to pursue the victory.

If you don't continue to attack at this time, you will be in trouble again when your opponent recovers.

Yang Lin didn't forget that there were two master-level experts waiting behind him.

There is no room for him to be arrogant.

"Don't hurt my daddy."

There was a scream nearby.

A small figure, like a baby swallow returning to its nest, was already standing in front of Gong Baosen the moment Yang Lin jumped forward.

She is not tall, only about 1.4 meters tall. She has a delicate and beautiful face and tears in her eyes.

Although his whole body was shaking slightly and his teeth were chattering slightly, his expression was resolute.

Yang Lin's knife whizzed loudly and struck her throat, then suddenly stopped.

The strong wind blows, blowing the long hair and dancing like a waterfall.

"Gong Er, Gong Ruomei?"

"you know me?"

The little girl was stunned and said angrily: "You are a bad person, I won't talk to you."

Yang Lin shook his head and laughed, his murderous intention dissipated.

He had vaguely noticed that there was a person hiding behind Gong Baosen's chair before, but he did not check it carefully, let alone pay attention to it.

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, this person would pop up.

With this appearance, age and personality, she should be Kung Bosen's youngest daughter.

However, it seems that this little girl who is only eleven or twelve years old is doing really well.

Although she was only a few steps away from Gong Baosen who was retreating, it was extremely valuable to be able to get ahead of Yang Lin's attack and block her father.

This requires not only speed and courage, but also precise vision.

First of all, it is necessary to see that Kung Baosen's whole body is frozen, and that he is very murderous and will definitely pursue him.

'Sure enough, geniuses start from a young age and have already shown their extraordinary side.'

He moved, returned to his original position, cupped his hands and said, "Master Gong accepts the concession."

His own boxing technique is newly created, claiming to defend the way with killing, and its power is really hard to predict.

When they fight, they are even more powerful and domineering.

However, it is not without its shortcomings...

After the murderous intent increased, the murderous intent was too fierce, but his moves were vicious and could kill people.

This is a little bit not good.

No matter what kind of boxing it is, it is better if the person controls the boxing, and if the boxing cannot control the person.

If he wants to kill, he must want to kill himself.

Otherwise, no.

Seeing the characters in the movies and paintings that he had vaguely remembered appear in front of him alive, Yang Lin felt a little bit of regret in his heart. His murderous intention subsided, and his boxing skills naturally became more harmonious.

"Master Yang is really amazing."

Gong Baosen stood there for a long time before speaking.

It feels like I have aged ten years, and my energy has gone away a lot.

He sighed and said: "I lost. From now on, Xingyi Bagua will never come to seek revenge in the name of Ma San. Wherever Master Yang goes, all my disciples must be treated as honored guests."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Yang Lin smiled.

This ending is not bad.

Kung Baosen himself is not a bad person. Apart from being a bit nagging, he can be said to be aboveboard in everything he does throughout his life.

The biggest stain is actually accepting Ma San as his apprentice.

Not only will he deceive his master and destroy his ancestors in the future, but he will also take refuge with the Japanese and become a traitor.

However, Ma San had already been chopped up on the spot by himself, and his bones were already cold, so good and bad were meaningless.

Since Gong Baosen no longer seeks revenge, there is nothing to worry about.

Yang Lin knew that the reason for the sudden change in the other party's attitude was that Gong Baosen made the promise in panic after seeing his daughter escape from death.

Regardless of whether the grudges were truly settled or not, since he said so, it must be.

At this moment, both of them made a tacit agreement not to mention Yuan Shuangcheng.

No matter how angry that person is, Gong Baosen is still a person of status and status.

Here we are, taking action again, and I can still explain it more or less.

You don't have to follow orders wholeheartedly.

These are the tacit understandings.

"Ahem..."

As Kung Baosen pulled his little daughter away, an old man with gray hair and orange peels on his face, who looked like an old lady surpassing an old man, came over pushing a cart selling snacks on the street.

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The pot is steaming hot and the aroma is fragrant.

He raised his head and glanced at Yang Lin. In his cloudy eyes, a glimmer of light shot out and then disappeared.

"Master Yang is a young hero with unparalleled boxing power. Everyone in the world knows that you are ruthless and ruthless... Only when I saw you today did I realize how false the rumors were.

Haha, don't be so nervous. You spared my junior brother's life and didn't kill the little girl. I accepted your favor.

How about I treat you to a bowl of snake soup and let all the past affairs come to an end?"

As he spoke, he slowly scooped out a bowl of thick soup from the pot, served it in a small white porcelain bowl, leaned forward slightly, held it in both hands and handed it over.

He spoke softly and politely, but the gray robe on the old man's body moved automatically without any wind, and he was full of energy.

This is when the Qi and blood are extremely strong, the heat rises, and the air currents are rolled up.

Looking at it, it was like falling into a furnace. It was obvious that he had tried his best.

"Okay, Senior Ding is so kind. As a junior, if I refuse, it would be disrespectful to me."

Yang Lin smiled casually and reached out to take the bowl naturally.

As if completely defenseless.

As soon as the old man opened his mouth, he recognized it.

This person is the ghost of Kanto who wanders alone among the white mountains and black waters, killing Japanese and Qing court masters. He is like a ghost and a demon, hiding in the darkness all his life.

You may say that he has noble character and serves the country and the people, but you cannot say that.

You said that he has a low character, is never upright, only knows how to sneak attacks and plot, and is a master-level expert with the worst reputation, let alone that.

But overall.

This person still acts according to rules and regulations.

Yang Lin also learned about it from Huo Yuanjia.

Ding Lianshan has been a murderer throughout his life, never killing innocent people. The target he chooses always has a way to kill himself.
To be continued...