Chapter 4: Flower shirt nine and text Shengquan

The boxers in the audience glanced at each other, and Li Yan brought down the Thai guy to check and guessed. No one was willing to come on stage at this time to touch the mold.
"Hahaha, after the birth, the fists of Longcheng are opened after someone bets. Just now someone bet to buy a check and guess, you can only play. If no one bets and you fight, you can only Step down. "
It was the man in the white suit named Po Li Yan Lushu who spoke.
His pink shirt was open, showing a yaksha tattoo, a smile on his unusually pale face, and pulling out a stack of thick bills from his arms.
"Those who are scattered are your opponents. Are they brave enough to play against me? Whether you win or lose, these 50,000 yuan are yours."
The platform in the Kowloon Walled City has a lower level. Like Li Yan, he is the fourth player. The boxer wins 5,000 yuan. The man in the gold suit is 50,000 yuan. Li Yan wants to win. It will take ten full games.
In 1986 in Hong Kong, a bowl of miscellaneous noodles cost 10 yuan, a large amount, a box of 20 yuan for Marlboro, 50,000 yuan, is definitely a huge sum.
Originally, Li Yan didn't care much about these 50,000 Hong Kong dollars. He could only stay here for one month, not to mention whether he had any life to spend money or two. It was only when his eyes shifted to these fifty thousand yuan that he saw the unique words in front of him.
Hong Kong dollar: 50,000 yuan. Valuables can be exchanged for five floating point numbers. Such items cannot be redeemed until you determine their ownership.
Note: Even a small floating point number is what you desire.
At first, Li Yan, a very arrogant little fat man, ran over with a smile.
"Nine brother, nine brother."
The man in the white suit didn't even look at him, but looked at Li Yan on the stage.
"How's it going?"
"Jiuge." Bai Maohan, a fat man, had to bite his head and laughed.
"Nine brothers are happy and willing to bet on boxing. You can just pick the boxers here. I'll show you the street right away. But letting your people take the stage. This is not compliant."
Jiu Ge then moved his eyes to the fat man's greasy face, with a bad tone:
"Fat, do you have a good head? Let me spend 50,000 yuan to watch the fourth junk boxing? Take my flower shirt Jiu Jiu Shui Yu?"
"Nine brother, how dare I." Fat man said something more. Directly interrupted by Hua shirt nine.
"You do n’t need to say anything. I just let my people play. I also pay for the money. What rules does the committee say to prevent outsiders from coming on stage? If it is too old, I will pay him for it? I'm in a good mood, get away. "
The fat man was in a dilemma. There were about forty or nine children with suffocated faces around Huashoujiu, all staring at him with a poor look. He glanced privately at the staff of the committee's registration document to see others He nodded, and then ran away gloomily.
"Boy, you're lucky!"
He gritted his teeth and walked to Li Yan, muttering softly.
"This person is a fit guy who is in the limelight with Liansheng. You play beautiful, and then you hit 50,000 on the ground and lie on the floor. You know?"
Li Yan blinked: "Underworld, right?"
"You need to be more eye-catching and ask for blessings."
"Okay."
Li Yan's expression was very relaxed, although the words high fever, bleeding, and inflammation were hung in his status bar, all of which were complications of leukemia.
In fact, his physical condition is very poor. He doesn't want to talk about fatigue, and sometimes he has some inexplicable gum bleeding or nosebleeds. He even experienced a sudden fainting while practicing.
But Li Yan felt that this was a peak moment he had never seen in months. The punchy to the flesh, the salty smell of blood flipping between his lips and teeth, all these things swayed the bitterness in his heart. That intense feeling of being alive.
Huashan Jiu grinned and patted the shoulder of a freckled young man next to him.
"Xiao Zhou, knowing that you can't wait, go to the boxing table and play with this gossip master."
Xiao Zhou is not tall, with sharp short hair, and his eyes are full of evil spirits. He stood up and walked away from the stand without jumping out of the way. Then boarded the ring.
Hua Shou Jiu looked at Xiao Zhou with a cold face, and shook his head with a smile. The ancestor of this little brother, Shandong, is also a student of traditional martial arts. It is not the kind of flower rack that has been studied for three or five years, but has been immersed for more than ten years. It is qualified to be an opener in any Kungfu Museum in Hong Kong . Strong skill, he is a competent officer.
In his early years, Xiao Zhou had a discussion with a martial arts master who sent gossip palms, suffered a big loss, was interrupted by five ribs, and was deaf in his right ear. So for so many years, he has always hoped that he can fight again with the successor of Baguazhang and revenge. But gossip palms are spread around Beijing and Tianjin. The gossip palm martial arts museum in Hong Kong is rare.
In the walled city of Jiulong, Huashou Jiu knew an inheritor of gossip palm root Miao Hong, but he could borrow another ten guts. Huashou Jiu didn't dare to find the one to practice for his brother ...
Xiao Zhou, standing on the fist, arched his hand, unlike the forty-nine of the mixed society, but a bit of the old-fashioned martial arts.
"Du Jiaquan, Zhou Weitao, please."
Li Yan glanced at him.
"Hejian, Li Yan."
Xiao Zhou frowned inexplicably, a flash of anger in his eyes, stepped forward, and poked Li Yan's chest straight!
Li Yan took a half step back lightly, letting Xiao Zhou's elbow have the most momentum, his left arm went up from below to take the other's elbow, and his right foot went to Xiao Zhou's tibia.
When Li Yan touched Xiao Zhou's elbow, he felt that the other party's strength was released immediately, and his heart suddenly became strange.
"It's interesting."
In Xiao Zhou's eyes, there was a sharp burst of light, and his body made a twist to pass Li Yan's feet, and the left fist hammered toward Li Yan's temple like a hammer from below the oblique!
Li Yan squinted his eyes, but did not move backwards. He slanted his steps and bumped into Xiao Zhou's arms. His right hand clawed and caught Xiao Zhou's fist of 60 degrees. The idea was to break Xiao Zhou's wrist.
Du Jiaquan was born from Lao Hongquan, and is good at capturing and elbow. At this moment Li Yan used capture to deal with himself, Xiao Zhou sneered.
He didn't care if Li Yan took his left hand, and his short claws went towards Li Yan's crotch.
Li Yan responded very quickly, welcoming his knees upward. Shocked Xiao Zhou's palm. At the same time, the right hand exerted force to the outside in order to break off Xiao Zhou's left hand.
Who knows that there is a strange force in his hand, Li Yan can't twist Xiao Zhou, and Xiao Zhou's fist is already banging on Li Yan's chin.
"Master!"
At this time, Li Yan finally determined that the underworld gangster he encountered on the underground black boxing platform in Kowloon Walled City turned out to be a master of Du Jiaquan's virtual and real boxing skills!
He lowered Xiao Zhou's wrist and pulled away.
Hua Jiu Jiu leaned down, staring at the ring with his eyes dead, and watching Li Yan step back, his clenched fist was released.
Xiao Zhou on the stage stared coldly at Li Yan and said slowly, "You are arrogant."
Li Yanxian smiled: "I just didn't expect that a small gangster in a gang is really a master of Dujiaquan. Poor Wen Sheng's fist lies on the mother's stand, but he missed the door."
This seems to poke Xiao Zhou's pain, he spit. Leng sneered at Li Yan.
"A mainland murderer who sneaks into Longcheng, what qualifications do I have to say that I am fishing? Dong Haichuan knows you are such an apprentice, and I am afraid that I will not jump out of the coffin to clean the portal.
Li Yan's mockery of Xiao Zhou was not at all concerned. He smiled and said, "I can move."
"Unexpectedly."
Xiao Zhou's voice had just fallen, and Li Yan, who was at least five steps away from him, flew in front of him! That pale, cold face pressed against his eyes!
Ghostly!
Just then, a clear voice came over.
"It's a rare brother Jiu to come to our Dragon City to watch Kung Fu, but I haven't heard that the red stick with Lian Sheng followed our husband in Dragon City."
As soon as this sentence came out, it immediately caught the attention of everyone on the platform.
There were about thirty people in the shadow outside the hall. They were wearing black suits, their faces were not good, and there was a pistol all around their waists.
The flower shirt was nine, and a face quickly gloomed.
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