Chapter Seventeen Hard Qigong

Lin Chaoyang?

Ye Tianlong took out his mobile phone, stared at Liang Zikuan and asked, "Who is Lin Chaoyang? Tell me the truth."

"Lin Chaoyang is my childhood friend, and also an administrative director of Huayao Group..."

In order to avoid headshots from the wine bottle, Liang Zikuan directly confessed to his cronies: "I was drinking in Xintiandi last night, and he called me."

"It was said that I found a top-quality woman in the Moonlight Bar, drunk and in heat, and told me to hurry over to pick up a bargain, so I ran over."

"Sure enough, I saw that woman was dizzy, and she kept winking at me and teasing me."

"She is so beautiful, my bones are so vulgar, I couldn't control it for a while and took her away."

"I really didn't take the medicine. I can swear to God, brother, you can't wrong a good person."

Liang Zikuan blinked his innocent eyes, tears were about to drip down: "Today's incident was also a misunderstanding—"

Ye Tianlong's heart moved slightly: Director of Huayao? Lin Chaoyang? It seems that the matter of prescribing medicine has a lot of things inside it.

Seeing Ye Tianlong thoughtful, Liang Zikuan took the opportunity to cry: "Brother, I'm young and ignorant, just bypass me once. I have a 60-year-old father and a 13-year-old girlfriend. Injured, they will starve to death, big brother, let me go, I will be a cow and a horse in the next life, and I will definitely repay your kindness today, big brother..."

Ye Tianlong smiled, this young master of the Flying Dragon Gang is really able to bend and stretch.

"Woo--"

Before the thought was finished, more than a dozen vans roared towards him.

"Young Master Liang, Young Master Liang!"

Stopped, the car door opened, all of them were burly men with iron rods in their hands, and their fighting power was far superior to Liang Zikuan and his group by a few ranks.

One of the bald old men was even more furious, and rushed towards him with a fire axe.

Like a tiger.

Liang Zikuan almost cried out, "Uncle Ying—"

Uncle Ying shot his eyes, his fighting spirit was astonishing, Ye Tianlong saw that something was wrong, and suddenly dodged to the side.

"when."

Just as Ye Tianlong dodged, the ax whizzed and flew over, chopping in front of his toes, splashing stone chips.

The old guy is fierce.

Ye Tianlong glanced at the bald old man, and secretly said that this old man is not simple, then kicked Liang Zikuan into the crowd, knocking down seven or eight people.

Taking advantage of the reinforcements falling into a ball, he kicked out two more wine bottles with two bang bangs, overturning the two people rushing towards Bailihua, and drank:

"Berry, let's go!"

Bailihua also saw the ferocity of the enemy, and she was about to evacuate as soon as her pretty face changed, but at this time, the bald old man had already rushed in front of Bailihua:

"Where to go?"

The opponent was coming fiercely, Bailihua reflexively shouted coquettishly, and blasted out with a thunderous punch.

But the bald old man didn't retreat at all, he let out a roar, and his arms sank.

"click"

The bald old man's clothes were shredded into cloth, revealing his steel-like muscles, which forcibly endured Bailihua's punch.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and Bailihua's fist was like a cannonball, hitting the bald old man's chest, but the man didn't take half a step back, and he didn't even show pain. Instead, Bailihua groaned, as if his fist hit the steel plate , causing severe pain in her joints, and then the bald old man flicked his muscles.

Baili took a few steps back.

It's just that she was also tyrannical enough, before her body stabilized, her feet spun again, and she threw herself forward again.

"Bang bang bang!"

Bailihua threw out her hands again and again, clasping her fingers like rain, hitting the bald old man's body with pure Wing Chun strength.

After only thirteen blows, the bald old man didn't even change his face, he looked at the thyme with red and swollen fingers with disdain.

Unable to attack for a long time, Bailihua took advantage of the gap in the retreat and swept out with a whirring sound on the back of her feet.

The kick hit the bald old man's neck.

The bald old man still did not dodge or dodge, grinning grinningly at one side of his neck, clamping Bailihua's instep forcefully.

"Uncle Ying, amazing!"

Liang Zikuan and the others shouted excitedly: "Fuck her to death! Fuck her to death!"

Bailihua groaned inwardly, and pulled out her right foot suddenly, only to see the other party reaching out to grab it.

"It's my turn!"

The bald old man sneered, and his speed was extremely fast. As soon as Bailihua was on the way, his skinny hand grabbed his ankle.

The strength is ferocious!

Baili Huaqiao, who underestimated the enemy, changed her face, this time she would be seriously injured if she didn't die.

Just when the bald old man was about to throw the thyme away, Ye Tianlong appeared in front of the bald old man, with a cry, he raised a wine bottle with his left hand.

"boom!"

The wine bottle hit the opponent's bald head with a crisp sound, the bottle shattered, and the bald old man's head was covered with shards of glass, but he didn't seem to be in any pain.

"Fuck, hard qigong."

Ye Tianlong was extremely surprised, this old man is beyond imagination.

The bald old man shook off the shards of glass and sneered, "Just a wine bottle—"

"Come again!"

Before the bald old man could finish pretending, Ye Tianlong raised his right hand again, and smashed down the black wrench.

With a bang.

The half-pound wrench was bent, but the bald old man's face also changed.

"It's really iron head skill, it's amazing."

Ye Tianlong was as happy as if he had discovered a new continent. He tapped three more times with a wrench, which made the old man scream, and jumped up clutching his head:

Your uncle!

The head is always the head, how can it withstand the wrench knocking like this? What's more, it's a hand that took advantage of the leak.

The bald old man cursed Ye Tianlong in grief and indignation.

"flutter!"

Ye Tianlong knocked again, completely breaking the hard qigong of the bald old man, with a surprised look on his face: "Hey, why is it wrong this time?"

Bailihua took the opportunity to retract her feet, and then with a full-fledged kick, she flipped the jumping bald old man out.

"boom!"

A few more people were knocked over. The bald old man covered his crotch with his left hand and his head with his right hand, with an aggrieved expression on his face:

Nima! Where is there such a fight.

"Hua Niu, well done!"

Ye Tianlong threw the wrench out, scaring Liang Zikuan and the others back a few meters: "Let's go."

He took three steps and two steps, picked up a motorcycle, and let out the gas pedal.

"Bang bang bang!"

The motorcycle spewed black smoke, swept out in a circle, overturned two strong men standing up, and lay in front of Bailihua.

Bailihua hesitated for a moment, then jumped into the back seat and hugged Ye Tianlong.

Apparently she also saw that the other side's reinforcements were ferocious.

"Woo--"

The motorcycle rushed out in an instant, pulling away the pursuers by more than ten meters.

Then, like a kangaroo, the car jumped away from seven or eight people, whining and rushing towards a staircase.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

More than a dozen members of the Flying Dragon Gang roared angrily, and threw out their iron rods one after another, trying to smash Ye Tianlong and Bailihua down.

Unexpectedly, Ye Tianlong seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, turned left and right, avoided the iron rod that was thrown, and then rushed up the stairs with a bang, knocked over an enemy blocking the way and disappeared.

Liang Zikuan opened his mouth wide, watching Ye Tianlong's fancy escape in disbelief, he didn't expect this guy to ride a motorcycle at such a high level.

Afterwards, he rushed to the bald old man with his subordinates shouting, "Uncle Ying, are you alright?"

"I, I'm fine..."

The bald old man held back his grief and anger, and then squeezed out a sentence: "What's going on? Who are they? People from Crow, or people from Longtang?"

"No, he's just a bastard."

Liang Zikuan looked aggrieved: "Uncle Ying, I'm going to abolish that kid."

Uncle Ying wiped away the painful tears from the corners of his eyes: "Must!"