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Chapter 913 The Angry Welcome Pine

Yingke Song laughed, and said: "Boy, you have to know that you are challenging the master of Taishan School, a top player who is not at the same level as you. The young man is so arrogant."

Lin Feng also smiled, and said: "It's inevitable, can you still be called a young man without being aggressive, is he better than an old guy like you?"

Anger suddenly appeared on Yingkesong's face, and he said coldly: "You dare to say that I am old, I think you don't want to live anymore, do you know that the last person who dared to say that I am old, the grass on the grave Already three meters high?"

Lin Feng couldn't help being stunned for a moment, looked at the welcoming pine carefully, and said: "Hey, I think you must be at least sixty, and normally you are a retired old man. What's wrong with you? Isn't it true?"

The face of Yingke was relieved, his face turned blue, his hands were already clenched into fists, his teeth were clenched, and he said through the gaps between his teeth: "You dare to say that I am old, I will smash your corpse into thousands of pieces!"

Zhang Yiming shook his head helplessly. He thought that psychological tactics would have no effect on such an old fritter like Yingkesong. He didn't expect this old man to be so concerned about being called old. It's messed up.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yiming really couldn't laugh or cry. Who would have thought that the master of the Taishan style, an old guy who has been around for more than half the world, would have such a poor mental quality?
However, Zhang Yiming obviously hopes to see the current situation happen. After all, a master must maintain a peaceful mind. Once Yingke Song gets angry, his thinking will be affected. For Zhang Yiming, it is an opportunity for the weak to defeat the strong. It's even bigger.

Yingke Song also stopped talking, and walked towards Zhang Yiming with great anger. From the traces left by his feet, it can be seen that his strength has been raised to the limit, and yellow sand flies up every step he takes , A sandstorm formed behind the welcoming pine, which also proved that he had no control over his power at all. For a master of the level of welcoming pine, the control of power has already reached the level of being able to retract and release freely. Said he was now completely consumed by rage.

Zhang Yiming was still a little surprised. The more the Yingke Song was like this, the better the situation would be for him. Instead of going up to him, he calmly took a defensive posture, preparing to test the strength of the Yingke Song first.

Yingkesong's feet suddenly picked up speed, and he rushed to Zhang Yiming at lightning speed, raised his fist and swung it over. The wind of the fist even covered the sound of whimpering, which shows how powerful this punch is. How strong it is.

Zhang Yiming, who always liked to fight head-on with his opponents, didn't even dare to parry this time. He could only rely on his quick movement to dodge the punch.

Before Zhang Yiming adjusted his defensive stance, Yingke Song had already stalked him, his fists were extremely fast, and he greeted Zhang Yiming like a spirit snake.

The lightning speed of Yingke Song really surprised Zhang Yiming. You must know that he has never felt such a quick attack. In Zhang Yiming's impression, Hou Yu's attack speed is the fastest, followed by Bandong Long Nan and Xuanyuan Tuo, these are also the three fastest attacking opponents he has ever fought.

But compared with the welcoming pine in front of him, Zhang Yiming suddenly felt that the attack speed of those three people was like a snail.

While dodging Yingkesong's attack, Zhang Yiming looked into Yingkesong's blood-red eyes, and suddenly realized that he had made a mistake, that is, he should not anger Yingkesong.

It wasn't that Zhang Yiming was afraid of Yingkesong's angry aura, but that he found that Yingkesong's swift punches were not driven by his physical strength and fighting spirit, but a considerable part of the factor was his anger.

It was only at this time that Zhang Yiming realized that Yingkesong became angry on purpose. He is the master of the Taishan style, and his qi cultivation skills have naturally been perfected. Perhaps his moves can only be at their strongest when he is angry. That's why I deliberately made myself emotional.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yiming secretly groaned in his heart. It seems that he still underestimated this old man. After all, this old man is one of the leaders of the four schools, and he is definitely not an easy character to deal with.

Zhang Yiming was also constantly retreating while dodging, because he could feel the power of welcoming guests to loosen his fists, which was not something he could resist, so he had to choose to dodge the attack. Although doing so could preserve his strength, the space was limited. Being further compressed, the space for dodging is constantly shrinking, and the whole body is gradually enveloped by the fist wind of Yingke Song.

If things go on like this, Zhang Yiming knew that he might not have a chance to turn around again, so he decided to raise Xuanyuan Dou Qi again and strengthened his body again. At this time, Yingke Song punched him again, Zhang Yiming gritted his teeth, and this time he didn't dodge , but went directly to greet them, and the fists of the two clashed three or four times like lightning, making dull sounds.

The figures split apart at the touch of a finger, Zhang Yiming and Yingke Song both turned their backs to each other, standing where they were and did not attack the opponent again for the time being.

Yingke Song's blood-red eyes returned to normal, and a faint sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. It could be seen that he was not affected at all, and even his breathing was steady.

But the corner of Zhang Yiming's mouth overflowed with blood. Those three or four punches had shaken his meridians to the point of throbbing, and the blood almost flowed backwards, almost breaking his heart. His fists were even trembling slightly. When he got up, it was obvious that he had also received a strong shock.

This is the first time Zhang Yiming has lost in a competition of strength since his debut. Of course, he is not surprised. After all, the opponent is a grandmaster, and it is not so easy to take advantage of Yingke Song.

Yingke Song suddenly said, "You kid has not let me down. In the past 30 years, you are still the first person who can forcibly block my three punches."

Zhang Yiming took a deep breath, calmed down the turbulent blood, and asked without turning his head: "Your anger before was intentional, which is why you have such a strong power. I'm right."

A smile flashed in Yingkesong's eyes, and he said: "Yes, Taishan Liu's secrets have always been more flexible, but they don't have any advantages in terms of strength, and when I saw you using the rigid fist just now, it's just that Knowing that I may not be able to win you in a simple competition of strength, but if I am in a state of anger, the adrenaline will surge, which is of great help to the improvement of strength, so I deliberately let you irritate me, so that my strength will be Can overwhelm you."

Zhang Yiming sighed, and said: "This should not be the profound meaning of Taishan style, but a move you came up with temporarily. It is worthy of being the master of Taishan style, and the ability to adapt to changes is so strong."

(End of this chapter)