Chapter 17

Someone is picking a fight!

Li Yan was a bit surprised.

Mixing in the Jianghu relies on the inside, and pays attention to the face.

Sometimes, face is more important than life.

Therefore, except for grudges, no one will cause trouble indiscriminately, regardless of whether they will stab in the back or how ruthless they are when they turn their faces, at least their words are one better than the other.

Those with cheap mouths usually don't live for a few years.

He was just a teenager, rarely left the village, and everyone sitting there, counting one by one, was his senior.

Could it be that there was something wrong with his brain, saying these cool words.

The one who spoke was also a young man, about twenty years old, his face was quite square, but his eyebrows were sparse, and he looked like he had a fierce spirit.

Li Yan's expression didn't change, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Do we know each other?"

He had a pair of phoenix eyes and dragon eyes, and without needing to practice eye power, he naturally had cold light shooting out, bringing a cold and majestic spirit, and he usually had to try his best to restrain it.

This narrowing of his eyes raised his momentum involuntarily, making everyone around him feel a chill in their hearts, inexplicably not daring to look down on him anymore.

"You rough person, why are your words so weird!"

Seeing this, Sha Lifei hurriedly stood up and retorted, then smiled at Li Yan: "This person is not an outsider, Meng Haicheng, a disciple of President Zhou of the Xianyang Shenquan Association."

Li Yan understood the reason as soon as he heard it.

The Shenquan Association was not a gang, but an organization recognized by the imperial court.

During the Daxing years of the previous dynasty, although there was a north-south confrontation with the Golden Tent Khanate, those warriors from the grassland were all ruthless, with strong bodies and fierce temperaments.

Every war between the two sides, the Daxing Dynasty lost more and won less.

The rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of every citizen.

Several martial arts masters of the Daxing Dynasty, with the support of the imperial court, abandoned the prejudice of sects and established a super organization, the Shenquan Association, and large and small sects from all over the country joined one after another.

People in the Jianghu couldn't stand the military laws and regulations of the imperial court, but they were like fish in water in this Shenquan Association, sneaking into the north time and time again, assassinating, setting fires, spying on intelligence, and making great contributions.

Later, the founding emperor of the Daxing Dynasty seized power and relied even more heavily on it, finally unifying the Divine Land and swallowing the entire grassland.

After the world was stable, this Shenquan Association changed its taste.

Although there was no "the cunning rabbit dies, the running dog is cooked," the imperial court wouldn't let this huge force go uncontrolled, so various means were used to strengthen control, and the Shenquan Association gradually declined.

Today, the Shenquan Association is a semi-official organization.

The president of the Shenquan Association, Grandmaster Huo Yin, is even the martial arts instructor of the imperial family.

They are considered intermediaries between the imperial court and the Jianghu, and also a hand extended by the Daxing imperial family to the Jianghu, often cooperating with the government to pacify bandit chaos in various places, especially against forces like the Maitreya Sect.

Some people in the Jianghu couldn't stand it and called them eagles and dogs.

But relatively speaking, the presidents of the Shenquan Association in various places could also get many benefits, half black and half white, with many disciples, and considerable power.

In the Jianghu, disputes are inevitable.

His father, Li Hu, was known as the Sick Tiger and intended to compete for the position of president of the Xianyang Shenquan Association to fight for a future for his family, but unfortunately, he met with disaster later.

The President Zhou mentioned by Sha Lifei, whose original name was Zhou Pan, was good at using Red Fist and Xingyi Monkey Fist, and was one of the competitors. It was precisely because his father met with disaster that this person was able to take the position.

He was narrow-minded and vengeful. It was said that in the past two years, not only had his kung fu become more profound, but he had also raised two big macaques and taught them monkey fist.

Those who came to the door to spar only had the qualification to compete with him after defeating the monkeys.

Some people in the Guanzhong road who couldn't stand it jokingly said: "There are no tigers in the mountains, monkeys are kings." This refers to the matter between Zhou Pan and his father.

With his temperament, he naturally wouldn't bully the small and find trouble with him, but it was inevitable that he would be suffocated in his heart.

Thinking of this, Li Yan already had a count in his heart.

This Meng Haicheng being a wheat harvester leader showed that he was doing average.

He clearly knew his identity and wanted to step on him hard to claim credit to his master Zhou Pan, so he spoke sarcastically.

Li Yan was naturally not the type to suffer a loss, nodded and said: "Understood, you want to step on me, a junior, to get ahead, seeking fame and profit, which is understandable."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces became strange.

They were all old Jianghu hands, and they knew what kind of shit Meng Haicheng wanted to pull as soon as he stuck his ass out, and they were all contemptuous in their hearts.

But obviously, this Li Hu's son was not a soft persimmon either.

Meng Haicheng provoked him and had to find an excuse, but this kid directly pointed it out.

Sometimes, the truth is often more hurtful than lies.

Sure enough, Meng Haicheng's face turned red, but he couldn't refute, so he had to scold angrily: "At such a young age, why are you so ignorant of the rules? If you talk nonsense again, I will teach you how to be a person today!"

Who knew, Li Yan wasn't angry after listening, but shook his head slightly: "You don't want face, have no bearing, and I think your kung fu is just average, I don't want to fight you."

This was simply a critical hit.

"Sharp-tongued, watch the fight!"

Meng Haicheng couldn't hold it anymore and rushed over with a "swoosh."

This leap was called "Monkey Dash."

Monkey Fist pays attention to five things: shape must be like, intent must be true, steps must be light, method must be dense, body must be active, and it won't work without monkey intent.

The monkey sits on the tree, and when disturbed, it leaps out. Sometimes even the fierce beasts in the mountains are caught off guard and scratched until their faces are bleeding.

It pays attention to being unexpected, fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Meng Haicheng's move already had the flavor, like a big macaque being startled, five or six meters away, and in the blink of an eye, he pounced on Li Yan.

Everyone frowned, feeling somewhat contemptuous.

This Meng Haicheng, even when fighting a junior, had to sneak attack, really shameless.

So he shouted "Watch the fight" beforehand, but used Monkey Dash, what was the difference between saying it and not saying it?

Fortunately, this guy knew the weight of things, his hands were curved claws, and he didn't grab Li Yan's throat, but reached for his right shoulder, indicating he didn't use a lethal move.

But even so, it was insidious enough.

If he wasn't wrong, the other party would immediately use the winding and shrinking technique, dislocating his arm, and then humiliating him.

Young people are often arrogant, but they are easily broken if they are too rigid. Suffering this blow when first entering the Jianghu, if they can't get over it, they will be ruined.

Sometimes, punishing the heart is more ruthless than killing.

Of course, they saw through it but wouldn't say it.

After all, Zhou Pan was narrow-minded, and they didn't want to provoke him, at most they would talk about it afterward, letting people know what kind of goods this master and disciple were.

Li Yan was well prepared. The moment Meng Haicheng pounced, he felt a shiver, his hair stood on end, his right toe pointed, his body suddenly moved back two meters, and at the same time, he turned his shoulders sideways, his left hand raised slightly, and his right hand crossed and reached backward.

This immediately opened up the distance.

"Eh..."

The old swordsman from Longyou wearing a sheepskin jacket saw this and his eyes showed a different color.

He had the highest seniority and was the oldest among the group.

Although he hadn't achieved anything in his life, he had traveled north and south and had developed a good eye.

Li Yan's move already had the essence of Red Fist.

The sixteen-character formula of Red Fist: support and supplement are the mother, hooking and hanging are the ability, transforming the body is the wonder, and hitting is the method.

Especially this body method, which pays attention to the body being a line, not a surface, the shoulders must be active when turning, the shoulders are active and the steps are first, which is transforming the body.

Left is not left, right is not right, retreating is advancing, advancing is retreating, suddenly appearing a "wonder" character, which is "transforming the body into wonder."

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As the saying goes, if you practice turning your shoulders sideways, even a god won't hit you.

Li Yan's turning of his shoulders sideways not only dodged Meng Haicheng's sneak attack, but the distance was also controlled extremely precisely, coupled with the left and right hand changes, support is defense, supplement is attack, whether attacking or defending, he was at ease.

Not good, this kid has two moves!

Meng Haicheng, who was in the game, felt a shock in his heart.

One move, and you know if it's there.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

He was in the air and hadn't landed yet, new strength hadn't been born, old strength had gone, if he forced a reach, he wouldn't be able to reach at all, and he would be caught in the gap by the other party.

Meng Haicheng had been in the Jianghu for several years, so he immediately protected his head and chest with his claws, and at the same time twisted his body, wanting to do a turning side kick.

Not asking to hurt the enemy, just asking to open the distance, so as not to be hit by the other party.

However, Li Yan had already set up his stance, and his move was even faster.

While retreating and turning sideways, he supported and supplemented to gain momentum, and at the same time, his body pressed down, his center of gravity had shifted to his right leg, his muscle lines were prominent, his spine was slightly curved, like a compressed spring.

Just as Meng Haicheng changed his move, he suddenly popped out, which was a heart-topping elbow.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Meng Haicheng flew out directly, rolled twice on the ground, clutched his chest, his face pale, and couldn't catch his breath.

It was Li Yan's elbow that directly broke his middle gate and hit him solidly.

"Good!"

Everyone's faces were surprised, but Sha Lifei was the first to cheer.

Others looked at each other, directly feeling incredible.

The moment Li Yan made his move, his tendons and bones exploded, which was already the peak of Ming Jin.

The moves were exquisite, which was easy to say, after all, Li Hu was a famous figure, and the Li family had inheritance, maybe they could find an expert to feed him moves.

In this world, the so-called Ming Jin is the beginning of martial arts. Martial artists practice their bodies and exercise their tendons and bones, making their strength clear, and every move has power.

The characteristic of successful practice is the vibration of large tendons and the resonance of tendons and bones.

The large tendons of the human body are attached to the bones, and there is linkage between them. The vibration of the large tendons can drive the bones and muscles of the whole body, combining the strength into one point and hitting it out.

At such a young age, he was already at the peak of Ming Jin, which was really rare.

On the other side, Meng Haicheng was extremely uncomfortable.

He ate a heart-topping elbow solidly, his gas gate was blocked, and he couldn't catch his breath for a long time, and was rubbing his chest to relieve it.

Fortunately, Li Yan was only at Ming Jin, if he had practiced An Jin and intended to hurt people, this blow would have damaged his lung meridian and he would have vomited blood.

Even if he raised it for a few years, he would be ruined.

In addition, this Meng Haicheng had also eaten a lot of lamb offal and buns before, and at this moment, his stomach was churning, and he couldn't hold it anymore, vomiting out with a "wow."

In an instant, the sour and smelly smell went against the wind for ten miles, smoking the surrounding wheat harvesters to laugh and retreat.

Although it was shameful, the breath in his chest was finally cleared.

Seeing the appearance of others, Meng Haicheng's face turned blue and white, and he didn't dare to say any more harsh words, climbed up stumbling, and ran away.

He could see that Li Yan, this kid, was young but ruthless.

Today he had already stumbled, if he didn't run away quickly, he was afraid he wouldn't even have a chance to find a scene.

Li Yan glanced at him faintly, and didn't pay attention.

After all, it wasn't a chaotic world now, and moving hands to spar and killing people were two completely different things, and it was in broad daylight, the laws of the Daxing Dynasty were equally merciless to people in the Jianghu.

And after this battle, he also realized in his heart.

He was stuck at the peak of Ming Jin, and what he lacked was experience. If he wanted to break through, he was afraid he couldn't do without fighting others.

With the substitute deity statue, he wasn't afraid of ordinary injuries at all.

As long as he didn't die, he dared to fight no matter how many people came.

"A tiger father has no dog son..."

Several swordsmen around praised one after another.

They were old Jianghu hands, and they never did less of this icing on the cake.

Moreover, the milk tiger had just come out of the mountain and already showed its power, and it was afraid it would be extraordinary in the future.

"Seniors, you are laughing."

Li Yan dealt with them, pulled Sha Lifei to a quiet place, his eyes became gloomy: "Uncle Sha, you set me up, what do you want to play?!"

He had dealt with many people in his past life, and in this life, he was taught various Jianghu ways by his father, so how could he not see that this Sha Lifei had dug a hole for him.

Knowing that Xianyang was Zhou Pan's territory, and with his disciples present, he deliberately pointed out his identity, clearly wanting to set a trap.

"You kid, what are you talking about..."

Sha Lifei smiled cheekily, just about to refute, when his face suddenly stiffened.

In Li Yan's hand, he didn't know when a short saber had appeared, looking like he was talking to him, but it had already reached out from his sleeve and reached his heart.

Sha Lifei swallowed his saliva: "Let's talk nicely, let's talk nicely."

Looking at Li Yan's cold, flashing eyes, he felt panicked in his heart, inexplicably feeling that this kid had no scruples and really dared to do it.

At this time, he didn't dare to hesitate, and said a sentence in a low voice, which made Li Yan stunned.

"Don't you want to know... how your father died?"

(End of chapter)