The Most Powerful Young Man

Xiao Yao stretched out his hand and wiped his cheek, slightly embarrassed.

Is the lipstick on your face really clean? Didn’t Song Yilin and Wu Jingtian say they couldn’t tell? These two liars!

"Okay, don't wipe it, no one said anything about you." Pink Butterfly said.

Xiao Yao wanted to cry without tears, and said that you did not say anything to me, but you stared at me with such eyes, can I bear it?

At this time, Wu Jingtian leaned in front of Song Yilin, stretched out his generous palm and patted him on his shoulder, grinning and said: "Now that the matter has been resolved, it's our turn, right?"

Song Yilin was stunned for a moment, then he understood what Wu Jingtian meant, and smiled: "Don't be so anxious!"

"Hey, I can't help it a long time ago." Wu Jingtian smiled.

"Well, there are too many people here, we will find a quiet place later." Song Yilin said.

"Okay." Wu Jingtian nodded.

Xiao Yao shuddered when he heard such a chill.

Pink Butterfly whispered to Xiao Yao next to him: "I really can't tell, they two have such a hobby?"

Xiao Yao glanced at the pink butterfly, and quickly said: "Actually, you misunderstood what they meant, not what you thought." After Xiao Yao said a few words, he still shook his head, "Forget it, you still have a misunderstanding. If I don’t know what they are going to do, I’ll have to misunderstand it, because the language is not good, it will kill people!"

This is not to blame for the misunderstanding of the pink butterfly, because not only the pink butterfly, many people look at Wu Jingtian and Song Yilin with a surprised and weird look, as if these two big men have some ulterior secret.

Li Qiuyue's expression was also a little weird, and she clutched Song Yilin's arm: "What are you talking about?"

"Oh!" Song Yilin didn't seem to notice the weird gazes of the people around him, and said with a smile, "He wants to see how good I am."

"Knowledge and knowledge... are you amazing?" Li Qiuyue's lips trembled a little.

The corners of Xiao Yao's mouth twitched constantly, and he said frantically: "Just say directly, do you plan to learn kung fu to die?"

Song Yilin looked at Xiao Yao who was running away in surprise, and asked, "Isn't that what I meant? Otherwise?"

Xiao Yao covered his face and was not ashamed to continue talking.

He found that he seemed to have become a lot more evil.

Hearing Xiao Yao's explanation, all the talents understood. One by one couldn't help holding his stomach and laughed.

Song Yilin asked curiously: "What are they laughing at."

"I don't know either." Xiao Yao turned his face and didn't want to see him.

Ye Wusheng was in high spirits, and said with a smile: "Otherwise, you can compete here! It just so happens to open our eyes."

Song Yilin looked around, and finally nodded: "Also!"

"But with so many obstacles here, can you use them to open them?" Fang Hai asked, poking his head.

Wu Jingtian said: "Fighting, regardless of the occasion, is it possible that when we want to fight with people in the future, we will call a timeout and change the venue?"

Fang Hai smiled and stopped talking.

"That's all right, let's go here!" Xiao Yao stepped back a few steps, and everyone around him also learned from him and pulled some distance back to make room for Song Yilin and Wu Jingtian. They were all very curious. What is the match between Wu Jingtian and Song Yilin like? Surely it won't be like a shrew, slapped her hair, right?

It happened that at this time, the more than 20 soldiers also came back, seeing this scene, they couldn't help but walk over.

"Leave me all away. I want to discuss with my brother. You all stay away." Before they came to the front, Wu Jingtian waved his hand and drove the twenty-odd people away like a fly.

More than twenty soldiers looked at each other, and then all showed weird smiles.

"Hey, it seems that we have another good show to watch." A soldier said.

"Yes, when the major used to fight with someone else, which time didn't he blow the opponent's nose and face?" The other also echoed.

It can be seen that they are very optimistic about Wu Jingtian.

Li Qiuyue asked Xiao Yao: "Who is better at Yilin and Wu Jingtian?"

"It's hard to say." Xiao Yao glanced at Li Qiuyue, who was full of concern, and explained, "It still depends on the performance."

After hearing Xiao Yao's answer, Li Qiuyue became even more worried. She didn't care who won and who lost. She only worried about whether her man would be hurt.

Fang Chouwen and Ye Silent sat on a chair in the distance, sipping tea with teacups, ready to watch the show.

A big battle slowly began.

In fact, whether it is Song Yilin or Wu Jingtian, they are all masters from outsiders, one is fierce, with constant tricks, and the other is solidly rooted and comes from a family of martial arts. Not only the people around, even Xiao Yao, but also a little expectant.

"You go first." Song Yilin said with a fist to Wu Jingtian.

"Okay!" Wu Jingtian didn't have any ink marks. He was too lazy to waste too much time on trivial matters. He immediately seized the opportunity, and rushed towards Song Yilin, like a human tank, running rampant. , The momentum is like a rainbow.

Song Yilin didn't rush, he squinted his eyes, his eyes gleaming with brilliance.

Just when Wu Jingtian was three to five meters away from him, he also moved.

Under such circumstances, most people would not choose to head-to-head, but choose to dodge and seize the opportunity for the next time, but Song Yilin himself is a man who makes a big move, let him avoid it, it is a fantasy. Therefore, instead of retreating, he moved forward, and his body moved towards Wu Jingtian.

Wu Jingtian threw a fist, like a thunder in the sky, with awe-inspiring momentum, and hit Song Yilin's chest.

In fact, the original attack position of this move was the brain, but Wu Jingtian was worried that he would accidentally severely injure Song Yilin, so he chose to attack the chest first, which is easier to dodge.

Song Yilin slightly squinted his eyes and slapped out the palm that had been charged for a long time. The wind whizzed out. After hitting Wu Jingtian's fist, he immediately wrapped Wu Jingtian's fist, then pulled it down and took a shot After moving his whole body, he pulled Wu Jingtian in front of him, lifted his knees, and rammed Wu Jingtian's abdomen directly.

Wu Jingtian's face changed a little, and he hurriedly covered his chest with another hand in the depths, blocking Song Yilin's knee, and then pushed hard, backing a certain distance with this force.

Song Yilin didn't keep up, anyway, it was just a discussion, there was no need to seize this opportunity.

"Great, great!" Wu Jingtian said loudly, "come again!"

Song Yilin widened her chest: "Okay."

This time, it was Song Yilin launched an offensive. His body quickly rushed towards Wu Jingtian, setting off a gust of air, making the onlookers feel like a breeze blowing on their faces, and the surrounding tablecloths on the table were also affected by this. The wind gusts up.

Wu Jingtian took a deep breath and hurried out with a fist. At this time, he didn't care about keeping his hands. The main reason is that Song Yilin's skills are not worse than him. If he continues to be afraid of his hands and feet, the competition will be It can be declared over, because he must be the last loser.

Song Yilin once said to Xiao Yao that the biggest feature of the Eight Tiger Boxing is rigidity. In what way, maximize your own strength and reach the limit.

A true master of Eight Tiger Boxing uses certain skills to increase his own strength several times, even dozens of times, hundreds of times, and it is not impossible to break the stone with one punch.

Therefore, Wu Jingtian’s routine at this time was almost like an axe to Song Yilin. When his fist was thrown, Song Yilin’s face did not change in emotion. Even the expression in his eyes was so silent, like an ancient well. No waves, quiet.

"Bang!" The two punches were destroyed together, and there was a deafening noise, and even the sound of bone dislocation could be heard. After a punch, Song Yilin stepped back again and again, his face was slightly pale, and his chest was greatly ups and downs, and Wu Jingtian was directly blasted out by the punch and fell heavily on a table. Go, if Wu Jingtian's luck is pretty good, if he falls on the table where the hot pot is still burning, how miserable he is?

"Major! Major!"

The faces of the twenty-odd soldiers also became a little ugly, and they rushed to the front and helped Wu Jingtian up.

"Damn, I want to kill you!" A hot tempered man in his thirties, after roaring, rushed towards Song Yilin, and several others followed him towards Song Yilin. .

"All come back to Lao Tzu!" Wu Jingtian shouted.

The soldiers who rushed to the front all stopped and turned to look at Wu Jingtian, their expressions a little ugly.

Wu Jingtian dragged his right arm and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his left hand. After staggering a few steps forward, he said angrily: "What do you want to do? You dare to move my brother to try!"

The man who took the lead and rushed out anxiously: "Major, he..."

"What is he?" Wu Jingtian looked at him coldly, "What happened to him? I played against him, and then I lost and got hurt. What's wrong?"

The man was speechless.

It used to be Wu Jingtian hurting others, but this was the first time.

"Fuck me back, this is the last time." Wu Jingtian's voice was extremely icy, and icy chill penetrated.

Those people returned to Wu Jingtian angrily.

Wu Jingtian glanced at Song Yilin and smiled embarrassedly: "Brother Song, I made you laugh, sorry."

Song Yilin smiled: "It's nothing, they just care about you, and care is chaotic. That's the truth."

"I know this too." Wu Jingtian smiled bitterly, and then looked at Song Yilin with a look of admiration, "Song brother, how did you do it? I didn't feel much strength at first with the previous punch. , But then, another burst of energy broke out, which directly blasted me into the air."

"This is called the second stage of strength." Song Yilin said, "If you want to learn, I can teach you later, but it's not that complicated."

"Really?" Wu Jingtian was overjoyed and said excitedly.

Wu Chi is Wu Chi, and when he heard Song Yilin willing to hand over the "Second Duan Li" to him, tears of excitement almost came down.

Xiao Yao shook his head, walked to him, stretched out his hand to hold Wu Jingtian's right arm, and then violently pulled down and pushed up again, a crisp "KaKa" sound rang, and Wu Jingtian Shaking his teeth grinning.

"It's okay, let's do some activities," Xiao Yao said.

Wu Jingtian was taken aback for a moment, then slowly raised his right arm, shook it left and right, and then he was surprised: "It's really all right!"

"It was just a misplacement. Thank you to Lao Song. If he didn't keep his hand, that punch could directly smash the bones of your hand. I really don't know what you think, so you can fight hard with him. Isn't it unpleasant to find it?" Xiao Yao said with a wry smile.

Wu Jingtian smiled, suddenly remembering something, took out a key from his pocket, threw it away, and Song Yilin hurriedly caught it.

"This is the car key, hehe, brother's bosom." After speaking, he looked at Xiao Yao and Fang Hai again, "When the time comes, I will get one for you all. The ones are all bulletproof glass. It's not easy."

"Thank you then." Xiao Yao wanted to refuse, and Fang Hai quickly said, "Bulletproof glass, just listen to it!"