‘If you go beyond the level to fight against enemies in the Mingjin stage, will you have a richer income?’

Seeing the green screen falling like a waterfall, looking at the number 13 and the sign that the iron wire fist can be improved, Yang Lin was happy and had some ambitions.

This thought just happened to me.

He immediately saw his opponent in the Mingjin stage.

It's just that, it's not the enemy.

Yang Lin jumped up and took advantage of the force on the top of the courtyard wall.

In the night, he stretched out his body like a flying raccoon cat, climbing over the wall and falling into the yard.

Before the solid feeling under my feet could be completely fed back to my mind, I could hear a buzzing sound in my ears.

‘This is the sound of the sledgehammer waving.’

A powerful stream of blood and blood burned like a torch, rushing towards her.

Yang Lin narrowed his eyes slightly and saw a faint fist as big as a vinegar bowl that had barely hit the heart.

The strong wind irritated slightly in the chest.

"What a thief, I've caught you."

The fist comes first, and the sound comes later.

Uncle Da's old broken gong's throat made Yang Lin's blood flutter.

He didn't think about it, and he moved his heart as he wanted. He took the fist first. He covered his head with his head and staggered the fist. He held his chest slightly, put his hands on Uncle Da's arm, and flew with his strength.

Buzz...

Uncle Da’s fist style has not changed, his arms are shaking.

Yang Lin seemed to hear countless iron rings trembling.

Then, the arm that was placed on both hands was filled with a violent force that followed the palm of his hand, making his arms and shoulders slightly sore.

boom.

Another dull sound.

Uncle Da drew an arc with his right hand, his left fist was like a shadow following him, and he hit him with another punch like a chasing the wind and the moon.

This time, it hit Yang Lin in the head.

Its force is fierce.

The strong wind made Yang Lin breathe a little uncomfortable.

‘You can’t stop it, you can only flash, or use force to eliminate the force.’

A trace of enlightenment arose in his heart.

I knew that this was definitely not a moment of showing off my strength and attacking. Looking at Uncle Da’s hair as big as a steel needle, his body muscles were looking towards the sky, and his body was full of muscles, he knew that he had completely lost his temper.

But I was wearing a black cloth cover at this time and was wearing a black tights.

I deserve it if I was beaten to death.

Of course, with Yang Lin's practical experience, he can exchange injuries for injuries, fight each other and attack Uncle Da's vital points, and can also gain a glimmer of hope.

But why bother?

‘Sure enough, one level of realm and another level.’

‘It is still a bit too dangerous to cross the level against the Ming Realm stage. It is not advisable to take a shortcut to earn reputation points.’

This thought flies in my mind.

Yang Lin immediately stopped beating.

At the same time, I also made up my mind to have a powerful leg technique next time.

If he defeated Zhu Shijie, he would have easily escaped.

In fact, he was forced to dodge his boxing skills by Uncle Da, a man who was obviously not good at body and legs, in his home, and forced himself to fight for boxing. He could only say that he had a lot of homework.

He sat down on his hips, as if he had fallen into a thousand pounds, his hands were crossed, protecting his head, and fists left and right, one in front and one behind, and a chain of fists was made.

Change two punches and hit Da’s fist side with great accuracy.

Bang...

Even so, Yang Lin only felt a huge force pushing him like a mountain, and he took three steps uncontrollably. His chest felt dull and his qi and blood were slightly blocked.

Uncle Da's face changed drastically.

He was blocked by these two punches like electricity, and he felt that his strength could not be exerted at all.

Although the opponent's power is not very strong, it obviously has not reached the Mingjin stage, which is far from the divine power Tiancheng.

But for some reason, every time I took action to respond, it was extremely fast.

He was able to beat the strong with the weak and tie himself. With his twenty years of bridge skills, he just took advantage of the situation.

Is this so great?

If he hadn't just accidentally ran to the wall of the west courtyard to urinate, he would have never discovered this enemy. He was touched by the other party to the main bedroom, and the trouble would have been great.

As soon as he thought of this, a trace of evil light flashed in Uncle Da's eyes.

Blood penetrates the pupils and gathers both fists.

In any case, even if I have fought for this old bone, I will leave the other person here today.

He decided to fight desperately.

"Uncle Da, it's me."

Yang Lin smiled bitterly.

Feeling the death intention and determination that Uncle Da was exposed, he could not see what this rough man wanted to do.

The early practice of Iron Fist is actually a hard skill in the outer door.

Stimulating the potential of qi and blood at all costs can enhance combat effectiveness.

Of course, in this case, if the enemy is not dead, I will never stop, which is basically a desperate move.

Uncle Da is so anxious and hard for what is the purpose of doing so hard?

He naturally knew it well.

I was a little moved, but I knew that this competition caused by misunderstandings would be a competition, and I could no longer fight.

Fortunately, I also tried to understand my own strength.

Not too disappointed.

It is a little worse than the old Uncle Da who has been immersed in boxing for many years, and it is not impossible to fight.

This is enough.

A familiar voice came to my ears, and I saw the masked man in black pulling his head hood.

Uncle Da rushed to the middle and quickly closed his fists, almost pulling his muscles and bones because he used the wrong force.

"You...you, the Third Young Master."

Wu Zhongda was so shocked that he could stuff a salted duck egg into his mouth.

He never dreamed that this man in black who could force himself to fight to the death was actually the weak Young Master Yang San who could not carry his shoulders and could not lift his hands.

I can't believe my eyes anymore.

"Uncle Da."

A cry rang around.

"It's okay, I'm practicing boxing, let's keep my own positions."

Uncle Da responded, walked over and pulled Yang Lin to the tree, and said anxiously: "How did you practice? Didn't the iron fist be passed on to you for a while? It seems that he is more skillful than me."

Because he was surprised, he even forgot to ask Yang Lin why he was so late and dressed so sneakily and climbed over the wall from outside?

This is too strange.

The eyes blinked.

Old hen turns into ducks.

The third young master is still the third young master, but he is no longer the person in his mind.

If boxing is so easy to practice, what's the point of doing it for twenty years, practicing day and night?

"I……"

Yang Lin was wondering how to explain.

He really doesn't know how to make up his strength with such rapid growth.

"I see."
To be continued...