Even though Huang Binghu had a sickly body, the feeling he gave off was that of a tiger's bones standing tall and mighty. He was extremely dangerous. Furthermore, in their last exchange, Huang Binghu had made a tactical error. He wanted to fight him head-on, using his weakest point to attack his strongest point. Of course, he would not have won. Otherwise, even if he did not use archery, as long as he had a weapon in his hand, he would not have been able to defeat him.
Li Long said, "I heard you wanted to see me?"
Li Long also had a good eye and thought, "This Li Erlang's posture is calm and steady. One look and you can tell he's trained in martial arts. He doesn't seem like a normal brute, and his aura seems to be a bit like Master's."
He immediately shook his head, finding this thought funny. What kind of person was his master? How could he be mentioned in the same breath as this kind of brat?
"You dared to humiliate my family when I wasn't home. You really don't know how the word 'death' is written!"
"Oh, then I'd like to learn."
Before Li Qingshan finished speaking, Li Long gave a loud roar and rushed forward to attack. With a "Metal Tree Piercing the Clouds", he attacked Li Qingshan's chest.
Cries of alarm came from all around. Li Fugui called out, "Erlang, be careful."
Li Qingshan's body did not move. It was unknown if he could not dodge or if he was stunned. Li Long felt disdain in his heart. So he was just pretending. Just Now, it seems I've misjudged him.
With a muffled bang, the fist landed on Li Qingshan's body. Li Qingshan used the Ox Demon Stomps the Ground, his two feet seemingly rooted to the ground. He did not move at all. "Seeing that we're from the same hometown, I'll let you have three punches!"
Li Long was stunned. Although he had only used thirty percent of his strength in this punch, there was no one in the same sect who dared to take it head-on. Now that it had been taken by an unknown brat, he was even more furious when he heard Li Qingshan's words. He actually dared to be so careless.
In the blink of an eye, he sent out a second punch, using seventy percent of his strength. He thought, "Don't blame me for not showing mercy this time!" His fist carried a fierce gust of wind as it landed on Li Qingshan's body.
Li Qingshan shuddered and said, "You haven't used your full strength yet. Hurry up, this is the last move."
Li Long stared at Li Qingshan as if he had seen a ghost, but he did not believe it. With a loud shout, he exerted all the power in his body, the muscles and tendons on his arms bulged, and suddenly they became a fist bigger, faintly revealing a greenish-black color, like black iron. In normal fights, even if it was a life and death struggle, he wouldn't dare to do this. He was afraid that he would use too many moves and expose his flaws. But now, he couldn't care less. He used all his strength to throw out his strongest and most ferocious punch.
After taking the punch head-on, Li Qingshan's body swayed, and he finally took a step back. His face turned red, and the blood in his body surged. "This punch still has some strength. Three punches have passed. Now it's my turn." He raised his hand and punched.
"Iron Chain Crossing the River!" The wind from the punch hit him in the face, and Li Long turned pale with fright. He crossed his arms, and used the strongest defensive move of the Iron Fist. Immediately after, he felt as if he had been hit by a raging bull. The iron bridge was washed away by the torrential flood, and his body flew out involuntarily. Even when he fell to the ground, he still couldn't believe it. "I actually lost in one move! How could he have such great strength! "
"Second punch!" A black shadow suddenly blocked the sunlight, and shrouded his eyes. Li Qingshan was already in front of him.
Li Long wanted to block, but his arms were in so much pain that he couldn't lift them.
Li Qingshan's punch came from above, and landed on Li Long's stomach like a pile driver. Li Long instantly arched up like a shrimp, and spat out a mouthful of acid.
"Third punch!" It went straight for Li Long's face.
The villagers cried out in alarm. They were stunned by this sudden turn of events. The number one hero of the village, Li Long, whom they had been talking about for many years, was actually defeated in an instant. Moreover, he was defeated so thoroughly.
The two brothers, Li Hu and Li Bao, couldn't believe that their big brother, whom they had always admired, was actually so vulnerable.
Village Chief Li shouted at the top of his lungs, "Show mercy!"
The wind from the punch hit his face, but there was no sharp pain. Li Long slowly opened his eyes, only to see Li Qingshan's fist firmly stopping on his head. Only then did he realize that his whole body was covered in cold sweat.
Just Now, at that moment, he felt as if he was facing his invincible master, and he could only close his eyes and wait for death.
Village Chief Li threw himself at Li Qingshan, and his skinny hand tightly grabbed his arm, "Erlang, Erlang, for the sake of your dead parents, let my Xiaolong go!"
"Dad, go away, let him come at me!" Li Long struggled to get up.
Li Qingshan said, "Seeing that you are somewhat filial, I will remember this punch." He was quite satisfied with the few punches he had Just Now, not because he was proud of his strength, but because of his strategy.
Li Long had practiced martial arts for more than ten years, and it was not in vain. His combat experience was above Li Qingshan's. If they really fought, the other party would not fight him head-on, and it would take a lot of effort to win.
Therefore, he simply let him punch three times. Defending against such punches was what he was best at. Wherever Li Long's punches hit, he would focus his mind there, and the True Qi in his body would also circulate there.
After Li Long's three punches, not only was his mind injured, but his physical strength was also at its lowest. If he could not dodge, he could only block Li Qingshan's punches, and the result would be the same as Just Now. Li Long stood up with the help of Li Hu and Li Bao, "Are you really Li Erlang? That's impossible! " He only had a very vague impression of Li Qingshan. Other than his somewhat eccentric personality, he was not an important person. Even according to his father's description, Li Qingshan was just a hot-blooded youth who was forced to suddenly burst out with ruthlessness. This kind of thing was not rare to him, but he never knew that he had such martial arts.
It was as if a child in the mountains had gone out to work hard for many years and finally earned a family business. After achieving success and fame, he returned to his hometown in glory and enjoyed the worship of the villagers. But suddenly, an inconspicuous country boy appeared and was even richer than him. The disappointment in his heart could not be any greater, and after the disappointment came anger.
"I am not Li Erlang, I am Li Qingshan!" Since he no longer recognized that big brother, then Li Qingshan was not willing to be some Erlang.
Li Long said fiercely, "Then do you know who I am?"
"Of course I know!"
"Then do you know who my master is?"
"Who?"
"Obviously the master of Qingyang city's Iron Fist, known as the Iron Lion in the jianghu, old hero Liu!" caretaker Liu suddenly stood out from the crowd and said with an extremely high and respectful tone.
Li Qingshan frowned. "I've never heard of him." What Iron Fist? Old hero Liu? They all sounded like third-rate goods, but he had forgotten that he himself was third-rate.
"How ignorant. You haven't even heard of my master's name. Looks like you haven't heard of the four great masters of Qingyang, the Dragon, the Tiger, the Lion, and the Bear!" Li Long called out.
"Don't tell me the 'dragon' in there is you!" Li Qingshan widened his eyes. This was the second time he had been accused of being ignorant today. All he knew was that in the wuxia novels of his past life, people who used animals as nicknames were all trash. Jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards were all useless.
Only true masters who used directions as nicknames were nicknames, such as Eastern Heretic, Western Venom, Southern Emperor, and Northern Beggar.
"Of course not." Li Long almost laughed out of anger.
In the government office of Qingyang city, the advisor held a small booklet and introduced the fat official one by one.
"Sir, apart from these local aristocrats and landlords, there are four other places and four people that you can't offend."
The fat official said in irritation, "I might as well not offend a single person in the entire Qingyang city!"
The advisor ignored his feelings. "These four places are a sect, a sect, a village, and a stronghold."
"What do you mean by a sect, a sect, a village, and a stronghold?"
"The sect is the Iron Fist, the sect is the Dragon's Gate sect, the village is the Drawn Reins village, and the stronghold is the Black Wind stronghold. The Dragon, the Tiger, the Lion, and the Bear are the leaders of these places. Sir, if you offend these aristocrats, you'll be chased out of Qingyang city at most and lose your position as district magistrate. However, if you offend them, you might lose your life for no reason."
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