One person in the room was passing the soup, and another was preparing to take it.

He looked happy and happy.

Just like the host is hospitable and the guest is polite, both parties are like close friends.

But I don't know why.

Everyone felt that the brightly lit theater lobby seemed to be dimmed and filled with ghosts.

Even the most ignorant layman.

You can also feel the inexplicable hidden murderous intention in it.

Gong Baosen's eyes had narrowed to a thin line, and he looked at the soup bowl without blinking, with an expression on his face that seemed to be filled with memories.

Huo Yuanjia, who was ill, also came to watch the competition.

In the previous battle between Yang Lin and Gong Baosen, the fight was fierce and passionate, but his expression was indifferent and he didn't react much.

When he saw Ding Lianshan serving the soup, his whole body bowed slightly, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

"Yuan Jia, what is this?"

Nong Jingsun asked quietly from the side.

He didn't understand.

When Ding Lianshan showed up, he thought the old man was very kind, which was completely inconsistent with his nickname and reputation.

He defeated his junior brother and almost killed the father and daughter away with a knife.

He was actually kind enough to offer a bowl of soup?

What a nice person.

Next, he became confused.

I have no idea what Ding Lianshan is doing in the field, and why he is so slow when carrying a bowl, like old man Long Zhong.

After so long, my arms are still slowly stretching forward...

If you really don't want to part with that bowl of snake soup, just keep it and drink it yourself, why are you so stingy?

"Awesome, murderous intentions are hidden, thunder can be heard in silent places, there are no false warriors under the great reputation..."

Huo Yuanjia exclaimed and changed his voice again, "Master Yang is even more powerful. I heard that after the cultivation level reaches a certain level, a strange mental state will appear. He will not see or hear, and will avoid danger...

I don’t know what kind of situation he is in now, but it must be similar.”

Huo Yuanjia could see clearly.

Gong Baosen also understood it clearly.

In fact, there were some practitioners present, and they could all see the silent exchange between the two of them passing soup to each other, and they didn't even dare to express their anger.

Unable to understand, affected by this atmosphere, he also relaxed his breathing extremely lightly, for fear of disturbing the invisible confrontation between the two people in the field.

Of course, no one understands it as clearly as Ding Lianshan himself.

He was frustrated to find that the eagle shape on his right hand changed continuously into a bear, tiger, swallow, and harrier;

The left hand was in the shape of a snake, like a trapped dragon ascending to the sky, and it turned into a horse and ran like a monkey, but there was never any opportunity to make a move.

Yang Lin stretched out his hand to take the soup bowl, like a big hand covering the sky...

The five fingers are like swords, and the edge of the palm is like a knife.

Elbows swaying, Tianmen quietly closed.

Ding Lianshan's hands changed twelve shapes in a row, attacking the killer, but there was no single move that was sure to penetrate the opponent's right hand.

Before he even took action, he felt extremely frustrated.

Ding Lianshan is known as the Ghost of Guandong.

He kills people all his life and never makes a second move.

Either don't take action, or you will be killed if you step out, and you won't look back until there is blood.

This was the first time he saw someone who could reach out his hand, and even his desire to take action disappeared.

'Junior Brother Gong was defeated unjustly.'

Ding Lianshan sighed secretly, his eyes suddenly turned sharp, the soup bowl retracted slightly, and he said: "Master Yang, please be careful if you burn your hands. Take it."

He left the soup bowl with his left hand, turned his right hand slightly, stretched the back of his hand upwards, held up the soup bowl, and brought it straight over.

The ring finger and little finger are slightly bent, and the middle two fingers are stretched forward like a sword.

One step further.

Floor tiles cracked.

This style is a secret that is not taught in Xingyimen...

Because the distance is too close, the sword finger can be poked to the right, stabbing the forehead and gouging out the eyes.

It can also be turned into a fist, hit the throat, and hang on the chest.

At the same time, it can also be used to cut the neck with the palm of the hand.

One formula changes and cannot be guessed.

Moreover, beforehand, Ding Lianshan had held Yang Lin up high and asked him if he wanted to drink a bowl of soup, and then wiped out all the previous affairs.

If Yang Lin gives in now and refuses to take the bowl or drink the soup, it will naturally be a great loss of face.

However, since Yang Lin's debut, he has built a reputation for being invincible. No matter how you look at it, he doesn't seem to have the temperament to give in and admit defeat. Even if he is at a disadvantage, he will not do it.

Being in Shanghai, fighting in all directions.

What he wants is to use a pair of fists to defeat all barbarians and make the world surrender.

How could you be so scared by an old ghost hiding in the darkness that you dare not even drink the soup?

Word spread, and the reputation was so bad.

Seeing that the soup bowl was about to reach his mouth, Yang Lin suddenly smiled.

He took a gentle breath, as if smelling the strong fragrance of the snake soup, and an intoxicated look appeared on his face.

Huo Yuanjia could see clearly, but he saw that Yang Lin's chest was slightly bulging and his eyes were slightly bloodshot.

His outstretched right hand seemed to have become unstable. It was obviously very slow, but it gave people an indescribably fast feeling.

"Speed ​​or slow depends on the heart, and everything can change in a blink of an eye... Swallowing the weather in one gulp is already amazing. I am far inferior to him."

He looked at Yang Lin with a complicated expression as he took the soup bowl, raised his head and drank it slowly, swallowed his throat, and said hello again.

I also saw Ding Lianshan's sword pointing to his right hand, and his hand shape changed three times in an instant...

In the shadow, Yang Lin seemed to have made a move, or he might not have made a move.

No movement was heard.

I just drink a bowl of soup every now and then.

…

Wait until the bottom of the bowl turns upward.

Ding Lianshan suddenly backed away, made a weak salute with his fists clasped, then pushed the cart back again.

As he walked, he coughed lightly and shouted loudly: "Master Yang has taken part in the creation of nature, and his boxing skills have reached a wonderful level. Ding is ashamed of himself, old man, old man."

Everyone roared in unison.

Putting on such a posture, he offered a bowl of soup, then admitted defeat and left.

This old man is really nervous...

Is he really the master of Xingyi?

There were many people present who, like Nong Jinsun, could not understand the confrontation in the field. At this time, they were all speechless and had no idea what kind of evil moth Ding Lianshan was playing.

"Look at his hands."

Someone with extraordinary eyesight reminded him quietly.

Everyone looked carefully at Ding Lianshan's right hand as he handed the soup, and then discovered to their horror... Ding Lianshan's right hand, which was originally covered by the sleeve of his long robe, was fine before, but now it was bleeding profusely.

The fingers were folded, revealing the dense white bones.

The hand no longer looked like a human hand, but like a mass of blood with an unclear shape after being crushed by a sledgehammer.

"That's right. Why did he offer a bowl of soup inexplicably and then retreat inexplicably? It turns out that we had already fought, but it's a pity that I didn't understand."

A fat-bellied businessman stood there with a look of realization on his face.

"According to rumors, the Xingyi Bagua gate in the north is bright and dark, one face and one lizi.

Give someone a cigarette to show respect.

Just kill one person.
To be continued...