"Master Yang, don't be careless."

Just as Yang Lin agreed, several people came over and saluted with clasped fists.

Seeing the steady steps and even breathing of these people, Yang Lin knew that they were Lian Jiazi.

"Who are."

"I'm Zhang Yukui, and I think I'm from the same school as Mr. Gong.

He is from Master Dong's lineage, and I am from Master Cheng's lineage... I also learned Baguazhang, and he is much more famous than me, so it's normal that you haven't heard of me."

A middle-aged man who looked lean and lean put his hands in his hands and smiled, with a very gentle look on his face.

Yang Lin understood clearly, what he was talking about was the origin of his master.

Master Cheng, probably Cheng Tinghua, is a famous Bagua master.

When this person registered his number, if he dared to mention it with Gong Baosen, it should not be much different.

Even if he is not a Grandmaster, he is already close to breaking through.

The other man was a tall and strong man with an honest face. He raised his two arms, one size thicker than an adult's thigh, and said with a smile: "I am Wang Zhiping. People give me the nickname, King of Thousand Jin Power. Actually, I have the ability to do it."

It’s just strength.”

He spoke modestly, but Yang Lin couldn't take it lightly.

Because this person is very famous both in this era and in later generations.

Known as one of the top ten masters in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China.

He mainly practices wrestling.

His strength is too great to describe.

There is another person, Li Fuzhen, who is a disciple of Mr. Che Er, and has mastered the essence of Xin Yi Quan Ji Xing.

When Yang Lin heard Huo Yuanjia talk about people in the world, he also heard about his reputation and that he was also a powerful person.

Zhang Yukui came out and pointed at the strong man who was two meters tall, broad and round, like a mountain, and said: "That is the British underground boxing champion Wardes, nicknamed the Devil of Hell. His black market value has reached

Five million pounds.

Every time he strikes, he beats his opponent to death. No less than ten of our boxers have died at his hands.

Some of Brother Li's fellow disciples died in his hands."

"Yes, when we came here this time, we also wanted to get a feel for him, and we didn't directly want to confront him.

I just thought it would be nice to earn some boxing betting money on the outside.

However, if you keep fighting, you will have to fight this man sooner or later. If you cannot avoid him, the situation will be hard to predict."

"I've been here twice, and I've seen this person take action. I'm afraid it's really difficult to deal with.

This kind of underground boxer is much more difficult to deal with than those boxing champions in the ring, and they will kill each other without leaving any room.

Last time, when I saw Hell Demon King Wardes fighting against Cangzhou Wang Hongshan, he knocked brother Wang to the ground, jumped up and punched him, which not only broke brother Wang's neck, but also broke it on the steel plate of the ring.

Make a hole."

"So cruel?"

A cold light flashed in Yang Lin's eyes.

The muscles of the Wardes in front of him were greenish-grey. I don't know what kind of stimulating drugs were used on him. His body was covered with bumps and bumps, just like tumors.

The neck is so thick that it cannot be seen, the head is strangely formed into a triangle, and the eyes are gray...

It looks obvious, without much emotional fluctuation.

I don’t know which laboratory the product is from.

From another level, it reaches or even exceeds the energy and blood strength of ordinary masters.

Also, based on its size of over two meters, if it is also flexible, it will definitely be a big killer on the battlefield.

The person who was boxing with him was a little weaker before the fight started.

"Robert is dishonest."

Yang Lin thought to himself that the other party obviously wanted to arrange for someone to beat him to death on the spot during the competition.

"Wards, Wards..."

From all directions, a burst of cheers like a landslide and tsunami suddenly sounded.

The businessmen and ladies who had been watching the show quietly just now changed their previous reserve and elegance. When they looked at the giant man who came out, they suddenly burst into loud roars.

All of them turned into bloodthirsty beasts instantly.

Extremely enthusiastic.

"Beat him to death, beat him to death, beat that Qing boy to death."

There are also people who are just yelling indiscriminately, fearing that the world will not be in chaos.

It can be seen that this Wardes is indeed very famous.

At least, in the eyes of these British people, he is a symbol of invincibility.

For a boxer to be worth five million pounds is completely unbelievable in this era.

You know, most Chinese people are still working hard for a few silver coins.

Those warriors who have practiced hard for decades are willing to risk their lives to gain wealth, and this kind of wealth is only worth a few hundred pounds.

One can imagine how high Wards' net worth is.

"Master, be careful."

The little princess Marilyn also had a very serious face and suddenly whispered.

She never hindered Yang Lin's decision. She was free to do whatever he wanted, standing by her side without saying a word.

At this time, he actually said something worried.

Yang Lin glanced at Marilyn in surprise, thinking that this Princess Yingjili had always been his most admired fan girl. She had also watched him compete in several martial arts competitions, so he was so unconfident?

Little Mushroom was as heartless as ever, he stepped forward with a fierce look on his face, squeezed Bai Shengsheng's little fist, and said encouragingly: "Master, beat that big guy to death.

I was in the back just now, and I heard that that man was very ruthless and had killed many Chinese boxers, one punch at a time, and they could not be saved."

…

Wardes bowed his head and stepped forward.

Standing on the deck.

The hands struck each other, making a steely buzzing sound.

He raised his head, glanced around with his gray eyes, and stared at Yang Lin intently.

There was no fluctuation in his gaze, neither murderous intent nor ferocity... It was as if he saw a stone or a sandbag.

There was a sudden silence all around, and then a burst of loud cheers erupted.

This popularity...

Yang Lin smiled.

Ordinary people actually always need faith and idols.

Not only can you find spiritual sustenance, but you also want to be someone like the other person.

However, the man in front of him, Wardes, who is known as the Demon King of Hell, is obviously not that kind of idol.

He just satisfies the ferocious desire in the hearts of most foreigners.

Temporarily abandon the polite and polite side of the country and enjoy the indulgence of bloodthirsty desires.

For them, it is a rare journey to relax their souls.

Therefore, even the most elegant ladies and young ladies were blushing at this time, and they all looked like madmen.

It is precisely because of these crazy desires that we can maintain strong ambitions and expand in all directions.

This is the case in Germany, the UK and France, and of course Japan.

At this time, China is like a pool of stagnant water...

Leaves, animal carcasses, and wild fruits are immersed in the rotting pool, and occasionally a few small bubbles will pop up.

On normal days, it doesn't stir up much ripples at all.

One party is full of vitality and has a strong desire to attack.

One side is lifeless and only knows how to be intoxicated in its own one-third of an acre of land, regardless of how old the world is.

If you are not bullied like this, who else will be bullied?

Yang Lin sighed in his heart, standing still as still as a mountain, but the clothes on his body were moving in the wind, his breath became misty and thick, and an extremely contradictory feeling appeared in his body.

Wang Zhiping's eyes suddenly glowed.
To be continued...