Village Doctor's Magic Hands

Yi Jifeng is still dressed casually tonight. He wears an old plaid shirt with cheap leather clothes that begin to peel off. As for pants, they are jeans with 40 or 50 yuan on the ground, so there is nothing to say.

At this point, Zhao Sanjin is also quite curious. At this point, how can Yi Jifeng look like a penniless tramp?

"What are you thinking?" Yi Jifeng couldn't help laughing and asked, looking at Zhao Sanjin's thoughtful appearance.

"I'm wondering if you're going to pick up Meng Yifan's business because you have no money?" in fact, as early as before, Zhao Sanjin didn't believe it anyway. The person who wanted to assassinate him and Liu Yingying would be his former captain Yi Jifeng.

At the moment, after seeing Yi Jifeng, who was down to such a point, Zhao Sanjin had some doubts in his heart. Although he hesitated, he still asked.

There is no business in the mall. Even if the brothers go against each other, they can still sit down and have a chat. This point, whether Zhao Sanjin or Yi Jifeng, is feasible.

So, as Zhao Sanjin expected, Yi Jifeng didn't directly refuse the question, but pretended to smile mysteriously and said, "there's one reason, but it doesn't account for all. If you can promise me, I don't mind telling you all I know."

Yi Jifeng's face gradually had a slight smile. Looking at Zhao Sanjin, it seemed that it was full of provocation.

It was just a bitter smile from Zhao Sanjin. Because he knows a fact that cannot be changed, that is, Yi Jifeng is his captain. Even with the help of a few Xuanjin in his body, he is not sure to win.

Therefore, after a moment of silence, Zhao Sanjin still couldn't help asking, "do you have to fight?"

The infighting between brothers, life and death is sometimes not the most important. On the contrary, such a fight broke up the brotherhood between the two people for many years, breaking up the scenes of their past experience and the possibility that they could no longer walk side by side.

Compared with these, what is life and death?

"Must fight." however, waiting for Zhao Sanjin, there were still a few unexpected words.

"After this war, we are still brothers." when Zhao Sanjin was sad, Yi Jifeng added. However, he also added a sentence in his heart: "it's a pity that yin and yang are separated."

Raise your head and look at Yi Jifeng. There was a light in Zhao Sanjin's dark eyes. They looked at each other for a long time, and then they grinned.

The next moment, a huge thunder in the sky resounded through the sky, and eye-catching lightning cut through the void.

Both shot at the same time at this moment.

Between brothers, sometimes it's just an action, or just a look, you can know what to do next.

Their smile just now announced that there was only one war between them.

With one blow, Zhao Sanjin's fist was like a steel plate weighing thousands of pounds, and blew past Yi Jifeng's head, and his strength was destroyed in the air.

Similarly, Yi Jifeng's fist was also turned over by Zhao Sanjin's light toe to avoid the past.

The momentum of one move is equal.

"It seems that your strength has made great progress." Yi Jifeng's heart was shocked and looked at Zhao Sanjin. This time, a sincere smile appeared on his face.

"Do you think I can beat you?" of course, Zhao Sanjin doesn't deny that his strength has improved. After all, with Xuanjin's assistance in the body and the formula for touching bones, he has to improve his strength a lot.

"I think..." Yi Jifeng looked at Zhao Sanjin with great interest, skimmed his mouth, slowly stretched out a finger, shook it gently, and added: "No."

"Shit. Look down on people?" Zhao Sanjin pretended to be angry, and without saying a word, he rushed to Yi Jifeng.

"The fist is powerful, the body has movement, and the legs have roots. Compared with two years ago, it is indeed an earth shaking change."

At the same time, Yi Jifeng did not forget to look for the shadow he left when he led Zhao Sanjin, and give some advice in some places with many flaws.

Such a fight is more like teaching than fighting.

However, the good times didn't last long, just when Zhao Sanjin thought they were just fighting. Yi Jifeng kept silent in time. Even his kung fu increased a lot.

With a frown, Zhao Sanjin realized how ridiculous his idea was. Only then did he straighten out his state of mind and face the enemy. However, Yi Jifeng's sudden move pushed back three or five meters.

"Don't forget, I'm your enemy. If you want to save the woman behind me, do you think you can't do it without me?"

Seeing that Zhao Sanjin did not accidentally spray a mouthful of blood, Yi Jifeng not only didn't move, on the contrary, he didn't forget to make up a knife at this time.

Yes, while Zhao Sanjin didn't slow down, Yi Jifeng took two long knives from somewhere and cut them directly.

Seeing that the situation was bad, Zhao Sankin jumped and moved his body. Fortunately, he escaped the long knife and became popular. However, Rao was so afraid.

"Ding..."

Yi Jifeng threw one of the long knives in front of Zhao Sanjin, turned around, returned to Liu Yingying, and said with a smile, "let's start."

"Grass mud horse." hearing the three words of Yi Jifeng, Zhao Sanjin suddenly turned black. I've always only played with others. I didn't expect to be played hard today.

I've been playing for so long and I'm hurt. Can you tell me now?

Assie? Why don't you go to heaven?

Of course, Zhao Sanjin can only mutter these words in his stomach, but he won't really say them.

"Boom..."

The thunder in mid air is getting louder and louder, and the occurrence of lightning is becoming more and more frequent.

Zhao Sanjin clenched the long knife and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes began to blush slightly and took a look at Liu Yingying behind Yi Jifeng. Palm power surged up, clenched the long knife, and rushed to Yi Jifeng again.

At the same time, the big bean raindrops rolled down in the sky. Soon, their clothes were all wet.

People are merciless and heaven is not beautiful. The fighting in the dam of the refinery is becoming more and more fierce.

Neither Zhao Sanjin nor Yi Jifeng spoke, and they calmly fought. The long knife is in hand. You come and I go, and I keep fighting.

In three minutes, two long knives collided with each other a hundred times. In five minutes, Zhao Sanjing was kicked by Yi Jifeng, and the number of times he was kicked to fly exceeded ten.

At the moment, both of them seem to have become blood men. Two or three upper mouths were left on both of them, and their bodies were covered with blood. But no one can tell whose blood it is.

Of course, if you have to say, Yi Jifeng is obviously much better than Zhao Sanjin. At least, the latter can still stand in place steadily, while Zhao Sanjin's legs have begun to tremble slightly.

There is no doubt that the strength between them, who is high and who is low, which is strong and which is weak, has been known.

Until this moment, Liu Yingying really realized how serious the injury on Zhao Sanjin should be. The little mouth blocked by rags purred vigorously, trying to say something loudly, but there was no way to express it. The tears from the breakwater rolled down the make-up face, but they were mixed together because of the ruthless raindrops. No one can tell whether it is rain or tears flowing on her face.

It really hurts to look like this.

The rain was still falling and had no intention of diminishing. Zhao Sanjin propped himself up with a long sword, and Yi Jifeng stood in place without moving.

"Come on, continue." his fingers moved gently. Yi Jifeng pointed to Zhao Sanjin and gently hooked it. At the corner of his mouth, the sound came out, but only he could hear it.

"Ah..."

Suddenly, Zhao Sanjin pinched the long knife, and the little Xuanjin left in his body moistened the injured body without reservation. Zhao Sanjin chose the simplest and most straightforward way of attack and cut directly at Yi Jifeng.

"Bang."

Not surprisingly, although Zhao Sanjin's long knife didn't get to Yi Jifeng, his body was kicked back by the latter like a football.

The powerful strength and the collision of his body made Zhao Sanjin feel that his internal organs seemed to have shifted.

The feeling at the moment is completely beyond the simple word "serious injury".

"You stand up, Zhao Sanjin, smelly hooligan, you stand up." looking at Zhao Sanjin injured and fell down again and again, Liu Yingying's heart seemed to be dripping blood, kept calling loudly in his heart, and let the tears in his eyes roll down.

"It seems that this is the end." Yi Jifeng walked slowly towards Zhao Sanjin, and gently moved at the corner of his mouth. However, no one knows who this sentence in his mouth is aimed at.

"Ah." a violent drink, Yi Jifeng chopped directly at Zhao Sanjin.

It was also at this time that Zhao Sankin fell asleep and suddenly stood up. The long knife came out horizontally, and the sharp sound of blade collision directly divided Zhao Sanjin's long knife into two halves.

The remaining half was directly inserted into Yi Jifeng's atrium.