Chapter 591 (1/2)

”Not easy!” Zhang Yong was surprised in his heart and immediately became serious, but a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth and said in his heart, ”but it's interesting.”

After taking one step, the red headed ah San took the second step again. After this step, Zhang Yong felt that he had come to his face, so he got up in a panic and immediately stepped back.

When the red headed ah San saw Zhang Yong retreat, a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, and he clapped Zhang Yong's chest like lightning.

The palm of red headed a San seems weak, but it contains a soft internal Qi. His move is a kind of jujitsu, which is an advanced version of yoga. It can hurt the enemy invisibly. If he is hit by this palm, it is much more serious than getting a solid punch.

Although Zhang Yong is young, he is also an old man of the dragon group. He has a wide range of knowledge and can see the clue at a glance.

”Save the dying and heal the wounded.” Zhang Yong took a palm with one hand and went up against the attack of the red headed ah San.

The name of this palm was just casually raised by him. Like the attack of red headed ah San, this palm looks ordinary and does not contain internal Qi.

That red headed ah San didn't pay attention to Zhang Yong at all. In his eyes, it was only stubborn children who could conflict with Lin Yang because of women.

But when their attack was less than half a meter, Zhang yongshuang pointed very flexibly, and a silver needle as thin as ox hair immediately appeared in his hand.

Zhang Yong's action was very fast and almost completed in an instant. Before the red headed ah San could react, he had a close contact with the silver needle.

”Ah!” The red headed A-San felt a sharp pain in his hand. He screamed in his mouth and quickly retracted his hand.

The red headed ah San took back his hand, but Zhang Yong didn't give him the slightest reaction time, and his body suddenly pasted it.

The old man holding the wooden stick and the Muay Thai master saw it and shot at the same time. One waved the wooden stick and the other clenched his fist.

”Go away!” Zhang Yongyi raised his hand, and a few cold flashes flashed through his cuffs, and several silver needles directly attacked the two men in front of them.

The wooden stick old man immediately gave up the attack, waved the wooden stick with both arms to block, ”bang bang” twice, all the silver needles were hit and flew out, while the Muay Thai master turned around and avoided the attack of the silver needle.

Although their attack didn't work, it won time for the red headed ah San.

His body sank, his other palm flattened and shook rapidly, attacking Zhang Yong's neck like a poisonous snake.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Zhang Yong lifted his left arm and blocked it in front of his neck. At the moment when the palm tip of red headed ah San hit Zhang Yong's arm, Zhang Yong felt that his arm seemed to be bitten by a poisonous snake, and a tingling sensation came.

At the same time, as soon as his arm was numb, he felt very painful when he moved a little.

He clenched his teeth and a trace of sweat oozed from his forehead.

He was a doctor. He knew that the muscle on his arm had been torn by his feminine strength.

Although this injury is not fatal, it greatly reduces his mobility, because he needs to control the needle with his arm. His arm muscles are torn, so he can't use the silver needle effectively.

But fortunately, he still has a right hand to use.

The layman couldn't see that Zhang Yong was injured, but the red headed ah San smiled and said, ”you lost.”

”Lose? I don't think so. ” Zhang Yong looked behind red headed a San and smiled because he saw a man in a suit with a ruffian smile coming over. The man was Shen Feng.