"Who are you?"

Li Yu sat on the stool without moving, raised his eyelids and looked at the young man, and asked calmly.

The young man said sternly: "It doesn't matter who I am. I heard that someone wants to be the boss in Liushu Village and has accumulated a bunch of mobs, so come and see. How capable are you, and you dare to be the boss?"

Li Yu's face was calm, but his eyes were quietly looking at the young man. He found that the young man spoke vigorously and had a bit of aura. He stood there, his lower plate was very stable, and he seemed to have practiced martial arts very solidly. It was early winter, but the young man was wearing very thin clothes. Apart from his underwear, he only wore an old jacket, and his bullock flesh was vaguely visible.

Li Yu has been in this era for half a year. Among the people he has met, except for some masters in the police force, Rong Yunjian can still admire him. The other gangsters such as Ling Santai, Shi Xiaoma, and Zhang Xiaolong are all good at fighting and their martial arts are all ordinary. The young man in front of him is very different from the others Li Yu has seen. He is a rare person with some kung fu.

Of course, in Li Yu's eyes, this young man only has "a little kung fu". Compared with a professional killer like him who has been fighting for his body since he was three years old, it is still incomparable. This young man's kung fu has reached the level of being full of energy, while Li Yu has reached the state of making himself look dull. This in and out is completely two different levels.

In addition to his martial arts skills, Li Yu has something that cannot be compared with this young man, and even Rong Yunjian cannot reach it. That is, he has truly experienced killing and has learned the truth through repeated battles with his life. How can modern people have the opportunity to learn such real skills?

"I never thought of calling myself the boss. I was just entrusted by someone to do something in Liushu Village." Li Yu replied lightly.

"Aren't those people on the street all your little brothers?" the young man pointed outside and said, "They call you Brother Li. I have heard it too. How old are you, how dare you call Brother?"

"In your opinion, how can you be qualified to be called brother?" Li Yu asked casually.

"Come out with me to practice." said the young man.

"What if I win, what if you win?" Li Yu continued to ask.

"If you win, I recognize you as the boss, and I frown in the water and fire, and I am not a hero. If you lose, please take your little brothers out and don't embarrass you here." The young man said.

During this period, Li Yu was thinking about the identity of the young man. When contacting He Chanlin's previous call, Li Yu's first thought was that the young man might have been sent by He Chanlin, in order to find the place that Zhang Xiaolong lost and teach Li Yu a lesson. But after analyzing the young man's abilities, Li Yu began to doubt this judgment. Even if He Chanlin didn't understand, Rong Yunjian at least knew that they could not send someone who was not as good as his martial arts to provoke him, otherwise they would not teach him a lesson, but would have sent him to the countryside.

But if the young man was not sent by He Chanlin, who would he be?

Or is he confused by the surface of a young man, but he actually has stronger skills but he doesn’t see it?

Thinking of this, Li Yu couldn't help but be careful. He knew that since the other party had already said this to this level, today's fight must be fought. If he won, he would not mind whether the other party would accept him as his elder brother as promised. He thought more about how to end if he really lost this battle.

In an era when martial arts have been wasted for so many years, if I lose my martial arts competition with others, wouldn’t it be a shame for me to lose my Ming Dynasty? Li Yu teased himself in his heart.

The arrow was on the string, and Li Yu couldn't help but procrastinate. He put down the teacup and stood up. The young man jumped out of the teahouse. He jumped to the street, and his figure rose and fell, bringing a breeze. Li Yu nodded slightly, secretly praising himself. This young man's kung fu is really good. If he had a famous teacher to give him some advice, he would probably be able to catch up with his current level...

"How do we compare?"

Li Yu pretended to be lazy, walked slowly to the young man and asked with a smile.

"Seeing kung fu in fists and feet." The young man said with a tense face.

"Then you come first." Li Yu said.

The young man shook his head disdainfully and said, "You are younger than me, I won't bully the children, come first."

"...I respect the elderly, you should do it first." Li Yu was reluctant to suffer a loss and retorted.

"You first!"

"You first."

"You first!"

"you……"

"Really Meow Rosso!"

The young man did not have the patience of Li Yu, and finally couldn't help it. He took a step forward, kicked Li Yu in the face.

Li Yu reached out to hold it, and the young man took advantage of the opportunity to fly up and kicked his other foot again. Li Yu dodged and took advantage of the young man's fall from mid-air and his foot was not stable, and he punched him straight. The young man was not panicked, raised his hand and opened Li Yu's fist, and punched him back with his other hand.

The two of them fought back and forth, and they fought one by one. Li Yu did not use all his strength, and he had less attack and more defense. He wanted to see the young man's real skills and was also guarding against any unexpected killing moves. He found that the young man's fist and foot skills were very skillful, and his reaction was quite agile. He raised his hands and feet and raised his feet to make a comeback. He was indeed one of the few strong enemies he had encountered in this era. Compared with special police like Chen Shaobo, he was not too nervous.

The young man became more and more shocked the more he fought. He had heard that Li Yu was a man who was fighting with Zhang Xiaolong, and thought he was a strong man with Kong Wu, and he felt a little awe of him. When he saw Li Yu's true face, the young man felt a little disappointed. He was obviously a young playboy who was underage. He was not very tall and his body didn't look strong. How could he be a master who could defeat Zhang Xiaolong's entire group? It is said that when this person hired Ke Qinghua and others to spend a lot of money, he probably only had some money. Maybe the battle with Zhang Xiaolong was used to hire Zhang Xiaolong to play a double act.

For this judgment, the young man made a crazy statement and set a clause on the handling after winning or losing with Li Yu. In his humble opinion, Li Yu should not be able to go through 10 rounds under his fist. What he needs to pay attention to is just not to hurt Li Yu too hard, as it will be difficult to deal with if he gets into a lawsuit.

It is said that rich people like to sue. As a poor boy, they are really not the opponent of the other party, the rich second generation.

But once the fight started, the young man found that he was wrong and was extremely wrong. In the eyes of the passers-by, he had been attacking all the time, and Li Yu could only resist. He knew that he had tried his best, but could not touch Li Yu's corner of his clothes. Li Yu flicked and moved, and fought, which forced him to be in a dilemma and was in danger. As a martial arts practitioner, he could feel that Li Yu had at least 50% of his combat power had not been used. He could not guess whether he was showing mercy or trying to keep it for the end to give him a fatal blow.

After sixty or seventy rounds, Li Yu found that the other party's forehead was sweating and his breathing became thicker. He knew that he had done his best and it would be meaningless to continue to hit him. So he took advantage of the time when the two of them were wrong and raised his right hand and punched the opponent's door, revealing a big flaw in his right rib. The young man was indeed fooled. He turned his head and avoided Li Yu's fist. At the same time, his right arm flew horizontally, preparing to hit Li Yu's weakness with a horizontal fist.

Li Yu had long expected that the other party would have such a move. Under the cover of his right hand, he quietly reached under the right rib. Before the young man's fist had hit Li Yu, he felt that his inch joint was stuck by two fingers like iron clamps, and his whole arm suddenly lost consciousness. Li Yu was leisurely stabbing his fist to a place only half an inch away from the other party's nose. He swayed for a moment, then jumped away horizontally, and said with a smile: "Seeking."

In this round, the people around him were puzzled. In their opinion, the young man clearly had a great opportunity to hit Li Yu's under the ribs, but he stopped at the last moment. Li Yu took advantage of this time to successfully attack, but fortunately he showed mercy and did not beat the young man's nose. Speaking of which, this seemed to be the young man's concession first, and Li Yu was despicable and shameless counterattack later. The real winner should be Li Yu.

Only the young people themselves know that Li Yu's calculations are so accurate and he is so confident in his kung fu. He dares to show weaknesses to attract young people to attack, and is very sure to suppress the young people before being hit. As for the last punch, the young people can no longer avoid it. If Li Yu doesn't stop, the young people will definitely have their faces full of peach blossoms. Unless they go to a neighboring country in Northeast Asia for surgery, their noses will never be able to stand up.

The most rare thing is that Li Yu clearly has the ability to win openly, but he chose this method, which makes outsiders unable to realize the failure of young people, which is a great face for young people. This character alone is enough to impress young people.

"My little brother Wentian, pay homage to Brother Li!"

The young man was stunned for a second, then he knelt down on one leg and respectfully bowed to Li Yu. He said first that as long as Li Yu could defeat him, he would regard Li Yu as the boss. Although he was young and energetic, he could make a promise without any intention of dragging on the mud.

"Don't be polite, get up quickly." Li Yu didn't expect the other party to trust him so much. It seemed that this young man named Wen Tian not only had solid martial arts skills, but also inherited the chivalrous spirit in an extremely good manner. 400 years ago, it was not unusual for a loser to do this, but in today's era, this was the first time that Li Yu had seen someone admit defeat so openly, and couldn't help but have a little affection for Wen Tian.

"Come on, let's go to the teahouse to sit."
Chapter completed!