Roaming In The World Of Film And Television

Chapter 539

The ultimate move of Xingyi Quan.

Old ape hanging print!

Lin Yue’s eyes drooped slightly, his head glanced back, his body leaned back, his toes touched the ground, and his knees slammed up.

Similar moves.

The old ape’s hanging seal, but the old ape’s hanging seal looking back and looking at the moon.

Gong Er and Lao Jiang’s eyes changed slightly.

Lin Yue took a slower step, but the speed was much faster. Ma San’s knee hit the headspace, and his knee hit Ma San’s calf hard.

Although behind a layer of cotton trousers, there was still a crisp sound.

A trace of pain flashed across Ma San’s face, three strides towards retreated, his posture was difficult to stabilize, and his shoulders were skewed towards his injured leg. Judging from this situation, he was afraid that he was fractured.

Noting the blank stare on the other side, Lin Yue said: “Didn’t the old man tell you the pass of the old ape’s seal?”

Ma Sanding fixedly looked at Lin Yue, his lips trembled slightly, and the small beard from above also undulated slightly.

He remembered, and the old man said a word when he came to the door. The pass of the old ape’s hanging seal is not hanging on the seal. Looking back, he took this as an exhortation, admonishing him to rein in the cliff and the prodigal son to turn back. However, at that time he replied with impermanence Impermanence, determined to walk to the dark one by one.

It turned out that the old man used a pun, and the old ape’s printing and looking back at the moon were a trick.

He understood now, but it was too late.

Lin Yue flew forward, drilled his fist up, improved his fist, and took another move Qilin spit out the book, making him too tired to deal with it.

The shadows of the fists are staggered, the shadows of the palms are flying, and the windbreaker is up and down.

Ma San slammed his foot and injured his calf, causing his body to stagnate.

Lin Yue’s overlord’s treat suddenly stopped, twisted his waist, turned his body, propped his right foot back, and put his left palm up and pressed it against Ma San’s chin.

At the same time, his right hand blasted out.

“It’s another day.” Lin Yue took off his top hat, patted off the snow on it, turned and walked to the wooden post where the horse was tied.

Another day?

He Houtian is about to leave.

…

the next day.

Fengtian Daxi Road.

The snow stopped and the sky was still cloudy, but there were more pedestrians on the street than before.

In a hot pot restaurant near the French consulate, Lin Yuezheng lowered his head to eat a bowl of hot-pot mutton.

The water in the copper pot was gurgling, and the mutton was cut on the plate next to it. It was a bit thicker than the mutton rolls of later generations, but it was better than fresh and plump.

Hot pot, if you don’t pursue a heavy taste, it is indeed a copper pot in the Northeast that you can taste.

The opposite chair is empty.

He originally ate with Gong Er, but after eating, he said that the wine sold in the store was not strong enough. Gong Er said that there is a Juyuan Yongshao Guofang nearby, and the wine sold there is very good. His father was there. Visited often, and put down his chopsticks to buy wine.

Lin Yue could only shook his head and let her go.

He ate two pieces of shabu-boiled mutton here, and suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing around him. When he looked up, there was an extra person on the opposite chair.

Not Gongji.

Lin Yue’s face changed.

Um?