Growing up to this age, Yu Lanchuan has always been a Buddhist in martial arts and rarely has any desire to win. After all, he lives a "mainstream" and successful life. He has been "other people's children" since he was a child and is familiar with all kinds of things in society.

Rules of light and dark.

Whether it was Yan Hao's challenge due to the expectations of his elders or the disputes caused by those people for "face", it seemed to him to be childish and ridiculous - he lived his life like shit, and he was so eager to argue in vain.

What is the difference between these useless things and children addicted to online games?

Even that time, when Mr. Yang and Han Dongsheng personally visited the health products MLM den in order to lure people, he felt that they were not smart enough to treat the symptoms instead of the root cause.

The most important thing that Yu Lanchuan lacks in his life is self-confidence. As a hobby, the Seven Hands of Hanjiang is just an insignificant icing on the cake. Does it matter whether you practice well or not?

This was the second time in his life that his heart was filled with a deep sense of powerlessness. He wished he could abandon this mortal body and suddenly grow three heads and six arms, turning into the image of a hero that he had fantasized about when he was very young and scorned when he grew up.

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The last time he was choked by a sense of powerlessness was at the landfill fifteen years ago.

Both times it was because of the same person.

But no one can go to heaven or earth, and can do anything.

Even if Yu Lanchuan could mobilize countless social connections and sweep through Yanning's illegal health care product MLM market, he would still be helpless in front of people like Yang Ping who are not afraid of boiling water.

Just like when Wei Xiao inherited Wan Muchun's unique skills and remained anonymous, he failed to bring his little girl to a good end.

The police are still on the road, and the clues in the old case have been wiped out.

He can't beat Yang Ping, just can't beat him.

"Wan Muchun shouldn't be like this," Yang Ping walked away in a leisurely manner. As he walked, he said, "I have heard that your master, Mr. Zuchun... must be of this seniority - he started killing people.

Sometimes, even if the opponent's sword is against his throat, he will throw out his own sword and bet on whose throat will be split faster. If you didn't hold back just now, maybe you cut my throat first, maybe I cut my throat first.

If you beat me to death, it's even possible, but you accept it."

Gan Qing tried to hold herself up with one hand, but the left hand she had unconsciously clasped was cut with blood by a razor blade. Yu Lanchuan forcibly pinched it open and clasped her wrist.

"Kung Fu aside, you don't dare to gamble at all." After Yang Ping said this, he walked up to Gan Qing. He lowered his head and glanced at her contemptuously, "Did you really kill Wei Huan? I can't tell.

, it’s not because that old boy Wei Xiao didn’t dare to admit it after doing it, so he pushed you to take the blame? Then you are really filial.”

Gan Qing slowly raised his eyes.

"You have no bloody nature," Yang Ping leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice and said to her, "This is normal. Women don't have a bloody nature. They are born with this thing. They may be more cruel than anyone else, but when it comes to life and death, they will show it all.

Come out. I'm leaving, remember what you said... But it doesn't matter if you break your promise and get fat, you will be defeated, ha! If you dare to come to me, I will be waiting for you at any time."

At this moment, a golf club was placed in front of him, and Yu Lanchuan said coldly: "Wait a minute."

"Master Xiao Yu." Yang Ping smirked, "Do you have any other advice?"

Yu Lanchuan carefully put Gan Qing away: "She was the one who made the bet with you. I didn't agree for you to leave."

Yan Hao didn't have any ideas, but he was loyal enough that he had been standing aside helplessly just now. When he heard Yu Lanchuan's statement, he immediately picked up the stick and said, "Xiao Yu, you... be careful!"

Yan Hao's voice suddenly changed, because Yang Ping moved his hand unprepared and struck Yu Lanchuan with a palm - the force of this strike was even more terrifying than the one he had just struck Gan Qing away. Before his palm could reach him, Yu Lanchuan had already struck him.

A sense of suffocation. How could a civilized person have ever seen such a life-threatening fighting style?

Yu Lanchuan even took seven or eight steps back at that time, with the club in hand, and almost forgot all the moves he had practiced since childhood.

Yan Hao was frightened and felt desperate - what else was there to fight for? It would be great if the big devil could be sent away safely.

Yang Ping raised his eyebrows: "Are you coming again?"

The corners of Yu Lanchuan's tight mouth suddenly turned up: "Come."

But even if you can't beat it, so what?

There are always times when you have to let go of your reason, let go of everything, forget about those superior "strategies", forget about gains and losses, and head towards the place where instinct and courage guide you, with a bloody head.

"you wanna die!"

"I heard someone say that you have been practicing martial arts with half the effort since you were a child because of poor physical development," Yu Lanchuan said quickly. "You have practiced martial arts for half your life and you have never achieved anything good. You competed with others and were beaten, and you were beaten to the point of being beaten."

He was a mess, and later he wasted years and had his legs broken and was kicked out of the Beggar Clan. When you are good at kung fu, you can't do it, but you can counterattack with broken hands and feet? I don't believe it. With a character like yours, you can actually compete with each other at any time.

Is it necessary to be merciful and merciful just to break her unruly arm and then walk away? I don't believe it either."

Yang Ping's eyes suddenly twitched.

"You said there is insufficient evidence, so you are not afraid of the police, and I agree - then since you are not afraid of the police, why are you rushing to get away?" Yu Lanchuan narrowed his eyes slightly, "I can't find any other explanation, I can only think of it.

You used some kind of cheating method to make yourself suddenly become very powerful. I don't know the principle of evil skills, but it's more likely that drugs have a time limit on their effectiveness, right? So you want to scare us

Stay and don’t dare to block the road again. What is the time limit? Five minutes? Ten minutes? Or limit the number of times you can use evil skills..."

Before Yu Lanchuan finished speaking, Yang Ping suddenly rushed towards him as if to prove that he was wrong. The club and the strange palm were in close contact. The power transmitted was even more terrifying than before. Yu Lanchuan almost lost strength in his hands, Han Jiang Qi

The trick in his hand was also out of tune, and when Yang Ping twisted it hard, there was a sharp pain in his right wrist, the joint instantly detached, and the club fell off!

Yu Lanchuan grew up to this size peacefully, without even a single car accident or sports accident. However, he still felt the pain of "breaking his muscles and bones" for the first time. It really hurt, the kind of pain that makes people roll around on the floor.

At that moment, he couldn't help but think: What would it feel like to break his tendon?

Is this the same kind of pain?

No...it should be more painful than this, right? What on earth did she do? How could she be so cruel?

Yan Hao yelled and swung the big stick at Yang Ping's back. Yang Ping knocked the stick away with his elbow and looked at him with bloodshot eyes, showing an almost beastly ferocity.

The light-purple blood vessels had crawled onto his face, clinging to both sides of his temples like spider webs, which made him look a little less human.

Yan Hao was startled and subconsciously stepped back.

Yang Ping approached him.

The white mist exhaled by Yu Lanchuan couldn't help but tremble, and he tried not to cry out, but forced out a sneer: "What... is this? A new type of drug? Have you shared it with others? Don't your fans also have it?

Senior Yang, you said the police couldn't catch you in the old case, so... do you want to know more about drug trafficking?"

Yang Ping roared and grabbed his shoulder, and suddenly a cold light flashed through, poking at his elbow joint. Yang Ping couldn't dodge, and a tear was made on his sleeve, along the direction of the hand tendon, three inches and two inches!

"Stop playing with them," Gan Qing slung one arm and picked up the dagger Qiu Qiu had just dropped with one hand. Her fingertips were slightly loose, and several bloody razor blades fell down. Her fingertips swept across the blade.

and the blood groove, slowly and firmly, as if her left hand was not used as an adult, but had been tempered since childhood, and had never trembled. "It's just to warm up. When did I...ahem...give up?"

Yang Ping was almost driven crazy by them. If he had paid attention to the "competition" before and looked good, this time he didn't care about anything after the "explosion" and became a complete mad dog.

Yang Ping's telescopic stick broke the wall tiles with one blow, and hit Gan Qing like a storm. Gan Qing was not as strong as a stone, and her right arm was broken. She was basically in a state of hemiplegia. She looked like she was dodging left and right.

He dragged his feet and narrowly dodged it several times when it was about to hit her.

Of course Yang Ping found out, and specifically targeted Gan Qing's right side, aiming wherever she was inflexible... Just like when a few of them besieged Wei Xiao, it seemed that Wei Xiao was arrogant, but with one against many, in fact they were almost

The division of labor had been secretly established for a long time. That time, one of his companions also used the "tang" technique to entangle Wei Xiao's right hand holding the knife, allowing him to take advantage of it.

They don't think it's unfair, because all of your peers are at this level. Why do you, Wei Xiao, stand out? Why are you so crazy? So you must have cheated, or Wan Muchun's lineage itself is evil and not worthy of being with them.

The famous and decent sects are ranked among the top five, and they are not worthy to be compared with serious martial arts.

Since it is a sorcery and cannot be viewed with common sense, it certainly makes sense for so many people to attack one.

As long as you can win.

At this time, Yan Hao, who was watching, could no longer see the speed at which the two of them acted. At this time, a police siren finally sounded in the distance. At the same time, Yang Ping punched Gan Qing in the temple. Her right arm was fractured, which was impossible.

If she blocked or ducked, Yang Ping's telescopic stick would hit her head.

But this time, Gan Qing did not hide.

The sharp dagger cut through Yang Ping's arm, and it was picked up along the ferocious scars on the arm. It coincided with the scene where Wei Xiao broke his hand many years ago, and Yang Ping let out a horrified sound.

screamed, and at the same time, an arm inserted out of thin air, standing between Yang Ping's fist and Gan Qing, and the back of his hand touched her face.

Gan Qing's left foot was used as an axis to spin out, the dagger reached the bottom, broke and stuck, and knocked his whole body down.

Yang Ping seemed to be in great pain. He huddled up and fell to the ground, his whole body twitching continuously. The police who arrived rushed towards him. Gan Qing raised his left hand, threw the dagger on the ground, and smiled inaudibly at Yang Ping.

He shouted: "Are you worthy of talking about blood?"

The police who didn't know the situation rushed up and quickly isolated everyone present: "Someone is injured! Call an ambulance!"

Yang Ping screamed: "My hand tendon! My hand tendon!"

"Oh my god! Hand tendon? It's a knife wound, a dagger..." The two policemen held Yang Ping down with difficulty, turned him over, and saw clearly the arm he was hugging - there was a blood line on it, just along his

There is a scar on the arm, which overlaps with the scar, making it look particularly hideous and terrifying...

However, if you look closely, you can see that the knife wound only scratched the epidermis and just touched the depth of the dermis. It neither injured the muscles nor moved the bones. This man's coagulation function is really good. After a while, the wound has a tendency to stop bleeding.

Already.

The policeman looked at Yang Ping who was rolling on the ground inexplicably, and then at the embarrassed Gan Qing. In comparison, the man lying on the ground looked like a man suffering from dementia.

"Hey," a policeman opened his big hat with a headache, grabbed a handful of sparse hair, and said helplessly, "Uncle, did you draw those tetsuji? Wake up, stop pretending."

Yang Ping turned a deaf ear.

He once thought that he had personally ended the nightmare of his life in the dark and narrow back alley of the mud pond. In order to avenge his shame, he went to great lengths to find those losers to watch and let them testify that he beat Wei Xiao to his knees.

Begging for mercy.

But it turned out not to be.
To be continued...