Age: My Small World

"You little bastard, you're relying on your youth!"

Yao Lao Lao wanted to retreat but couldn't, so he just got angry.

He exerted force on his feet again and kicked out dozens of times in an instant.

"Puff!" There was a sudden light sound, and then Xiaoshui flew backwards.

I saw that his jaw was broken and blood was gushing out, which looked extremely terrifying.

The man opposite finally got angry: "Asshole!"

"Carry Xiaoshui down."

Two people immediately carried the little guy away. If he wasn't treated, he would lose too much blood.

"Xiaojun, come here."

The man called out a name again.

"Ok?"

Yao Pao paused, and Yang Jun and Hu Yunxuan also looked at each other in confusion.

Are there any other masters like this?

The next person to appear was a young man with a flat head. His sweatshirt couldn't hide his physique, and he looked very powerful.

"I told you, Xiaoshui is useless. You still have to rely on me when it matters."

The young man with a romantic look walked out confidently.

"Stop talking nonsense and knock him down quickly."

The ordinary man folded his hands. Xiaoshui's failure just now certainly made him lose face, but it was nothing.

"Haha, I just want him to recover. After all, this old man is a cripple."

"Don't underestimate him. This is the jab punch, one of the Eight Wonderful Skills. The kicking technique is incredibly strange. Don't underestimate your opponent."

"I understand, Mr. Huo."

The young man with a flat head nodded, listened to the man's advice, and became alert.

"Jab and punch? I get it."

Hu Yunxuan suddenly became excited.

"What's the kick punch?" Yang Jun asked without understanding.

"This is a long-standing Northern kicking technique, and it was as famous as the Shaolin Tan Leg. It is said that Wu Song defeated Jiang Menshen with the Chuo Jiao."

This guy has actually read Water Margin.

Simply put, the poking fist is not some rare secret kick fist, but rather a grand and majestic leg skill, on par with the Tan leg.

The reason why Yang Jun didn't know was that he had too little experience in the martial arts world.

Of course, there was a reason why Hu Yunxuan didn't recognize him at first.

"This lousy Yao isn't practicing the true Chuo Jiao Quan, but rather a key point of the Chuo Jiao Quan. He's only practicing the Chuo method, so his Chuo Jiao Quan abandons the center and flexibility, and only has swiftness and stability."

There is no way to avoid instability. The prerequisite for speed is to keep the center of gravity straight.

Therefore, Yao Ming should have focused on practicing horse stance and jabbing.

After persisting in this way for decades, he was close to the master level.

If he could figure out the power of his kicking technique, he might become a master with terrifying fighting ability.

"No wonder it's so extreme. My feet are almost broken from training."

Yang Jun shook his head. He had no intention of learning this kind of training method.

In the field, the young man with a romantic look took a hard-hitting stance, which was the beginning of Hung Gar martial arts.

"Hung Gar? That's fine too."

Yao Polan swallowed his saliva, knowing that he couldn't be cowardly at this moment, otherwise all the aura he had just had would disappear.

He didn't expect that he just came to settle accounts with these guys, but they all hid their abilities, and he himself was hiding well.

Unfortunately, I am now a grasshopper on the Internet and I have no choice but to jump around.

"Ha!" Flathead took the initiative to attack. Facing the threat of the poking punch, he chose the iron wire fist style, which was to stay close to Yao Polan and not give him the opportunity to use his kicking skills.

"court death."

Seeing the young man approaching, Yao Lao, who had no idea what he was thinking, hurriedly launched several kicks. However, they were all blocked by the young man's fists and feet, and the set of I-shaped Fuhu Fist was also quite upright.

Then he stuck to it again.

The young man's kung fu was not inferior to Xiaoshui's, and was second only to Yao Po La. In addition, he had just consumed a lot of physical strength, which resulted in Yao Po La being unable to defeat him quickly for a while, so he let him gradually get closer.

Yao Pao had no choice but to keep retreating.

In an instant, the game became a chase and a retreat.

"Hahaha, Yao Polan, you really like to show off your strength, so why are you running away now?"

The man named Mr. Huo mocked Yao wantonly, making Yao's face turn red.

"Mr. Huo, if you have the guts, come here in person. I'm not afraid of you, am I?"

"Oh!"

"Ouch!" As a result, he was distracted and got hit by the young man with a flat head. His face was swollen immediately. Fortunately, the surroundings were not too bright and he could not see clearly at night.

Of course, the flames of several torches shooting up into the sky did not prevent everyone from continuing to watch the fight.

"If you want me to fight, you have to defeat my disciples first. Besides, with your limited skills, are you worthy of me taking action?" The man sneered and stood aside to watch with peace of mind.

This fight is just the right way to train the apprentice.

Fortunately, Yao Polan is quite skilled, otherwise he might not be able to hold on.

Even though she looked down on Yao in her heart, the man still valued him very much.

The only difference between a grandmaster and an ordinary boxer is that he uses more power techniques, which does not completely widen the gap between him and the ordinary boxers.

If someone is strong enough, even if they are not a Grandmaster, they can still kill the Grandmaster.

The same principle applies to the saying that young people are better than strong ones in boxing. There are many examples of young people beating old masters to death.

"Whoo~"

"Boy, do you know that I've always given in to you? Don't think that I dare not do anything to you."

Yao Lao Lao started to make harsh remarks.

The young man with a flat head suddenly laughed.

"Old man, don't you see what kind of person you are? Are you worthy of it?"

It would have been fine if Mr. Huo had just said that, but now even a young boy looked down on him. Yao Poor suddenly became furious.

Of course, the young man also has such capital. After all, he has such ability at such a young age, so he can't help but be proud.

"Come on, come on, try my trick."

Yao suddenly accelerated, then his left foot was steady and his right foot poked out wildly, leaving almost no afterimage.

“Faster!”

"His body won't be able to bear it if this continues."

Everyone has his own limits. No matter how much Yao Ming trains, he also has his own physical limits and it is impossible for him to keep playing like crazy.

Sure enough, after only about thirty seconds, he had to stop and gasp for breath.

On the opposite side, the young man with a flat head who was so arrogant just now had fallen to the ground with a bruised face.

His skills may be close to that of Yao Ming, but his actual combat ability is far inferior.

"Yao Polan, Yao Polan, I never thought you had such a skill."

Mr. Huo had his two apprentices dragged away, then rolled up his sleeves and said, "It seems you're worthy of my help."

"Indeed, keeping someone like you with such powerful boxing skills is a nuisance that is difficult to get rid of. We should get rid of you."

Tattered Yao gasped again and quickly reached out: "Wait."

"explain."

"I have always respected the dead."

Mr. Huo even extended his hand politely, motioning him to speak.

The corner of Yao's mouth twitched: "Why bother? I just want to talk about your jade. Can't you just return the money to me?"

He felt something was wrong and wanted to stop.

But now, it is the other party who is not ready to give up. (End of this chapter)