Start From Skull Island and Push the World

It was just dawn at this time.

Liu Hu naturally knew that if it was later, there might be a large number of guests around the troupe, and it would be inconvenient to do it.

So they gathered the brothers and rushed over early in the morning.

"A lousy troupe, how dare you not give us face at the pier, brothers, smash it for me!"

The leader was still Liu Hu, and there were twenty-three people in the whole hall, all of them were holding long knives, looking fierce.

Li Shangen stopped Team Leader Yang who wanted to beg for mercy, and said to Yan Zhendong: "My fellow, it's up to you!"

Yan Zhendong nodded, without saying a word, he went directly to meet him.

Leader Yang still felt scared: "This, this, this...these people all carry knives, can Master Yan do it?"

Ding Zheng and Li Shangen laughed without saying a word.

Seeing Yan Zhendong walk out, although Liu Hu was surprised, he didn't think too much, and rushed forward with his knife.

"Hack him to death!"

The blade made a soft sound in the air, and quickly approached Yan Zhendong.

Yan Zhendong stood motionless, as if he had been frightened.

Swish!

The blade cut firmly on Yan Zhendong's shoulder, and everyone in the troupe was startled.

"ah!"

"My God!"

Leader Yang's legs softened, and he rolled his eyes: "Damn it! I'm going to die... I'm going to die..."

Liu Hu was also taken aback, he didn't want to kill anyone!

But just when he looked up at the wound he had cut.

But he found that the sharp blade only cut the clothes of the person in front of him, not even the skin.

Liu Hu blinked.

Did I take the wrong knife?

"roll!"

Yan Zhendong roared angrily, and smashed it with his fist!

Boom!

Liu Hu's thick body flew upside down, fell to the ground ten meters away, and rolled seven or eight times before stopping.

The rest of the gangsters froze in place, looking at Yan Zhendong's simple image, they didn't dare to advance or retreat for a while.

The gangsters are arrogant because of the weapons in their hands.

But this man is not even afraid of knives!

How else to fight?

Yan Zhendong didn't intend to stop.

He just found a new job, and he couldn't wait to show his strength, so he rushed straight up.

Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, the sharp and deadly weapons of the gangsters are like horns that haven't grown out, and they can't even scratch Yan Zhendong's skin.

A melee of disparity in strength.

A few minutes later, Yan Zhendong solved all the gangsters.

Although the iron cloth shirt tends to be defensive and lacks attack.

But in the face of a weaker opponent, especially when the opponent can't even break through its own defense.

It is simply a miracle!

"Add money!"

After a while, the first words that Team Leader Yang came to his senses were these two words.

He ran to Yan Zhendong, took out more than a dozen big money and stuffed it into his hands.

"Add more money! Five big dollars a day! Master Yan, I'm going to ask you to worry about the safety of our troupe from now on!"

Leader Yang naturally understands that a master like this must be firmly tied to the boat.

Bleeding immediately!

"Master!"

Yan Zhendong felt the warmth of the money in his hand, and was really moved.

Since going out, there are too few people who really respect him.

Although Ding Zheng respected him, he could only be regarded as half of him.

And the leader Yang in front of him is undoubtedly one!

Liu Hu quietly got up from the ground, and planned to retreat with his younger brothers.

"Stop!" Li Shangen shouted at Ding Zheng's instructions.

Yan Zhendong also quickly chased after him.

Liu Hu was terrified, but he still stopped and said threateningly: "Everything stays on the line, so we can meet again in the future!"

Li Shangen sneered, "Isn't it unreasonable to just leave without compensating for our losses?"

Liu Hu's face froze.

A moment later, Li Shangen handed over a dozen large sums of money obtained from Liu Hu and others to Yan Zhendong.

Yan Zhendong was startled: "What are you doing for me?"

Li Shangen nodded: "These are your spoils, Master Yan, of course they must be returned to their original owners!"

Yan Zhendong took the money with a look of joy, and a faint and thoughtful light flashed in his eyes, just like when he received tuition fees for teaching Ding Zheng to practice martial arts.

He seems to have found another opportunity to make money!

Liu Hu blushed, suppressed the hatred in his heart, and led the younger brothers away in despair.

Come fast, go faster.

All eyes were on Yan Zhendong.

Full of wonder and admiration.

This is a real master!

It is certain that in the next few days there will be a large number of people who want to learn from Yan Zhendong as a teacher, and then leave directly after hearing the threshold of cultivation.

After Mr. Yang calmed down his excitement, he started to worry again.

"Although Liu Hu was beaten away this time, he is only a hall master. The Pier Gang will definitely not let us go easily. Even if Master Yan can fight, but the Pier Gang can make our troupe stop?"

"What should we do?"

Ding Zheng had already taught Li Shangen what to say.

After receiving Ding Zheng's instruction, Li Shangen walked up to Leader Yang and said firmly, "Leader, let's ask foreigners for help!"

"With foreigners as their backers, the Wharf Gang will never dare to mess around!"

Leader Yang hesitated for a moment, a little moved, but unable to make up his mind, he asked uncertainly: "But if we take refuge in foreigners, won't we be traitors? At that time, which ordinary people will come to the theater?"

Li Shangen said directly: "Foreigners are also good and bad. We find good foreigners and let them come to the theater. This is not traitorous. We help foreigners harm the country. This is traitorous."

"Can foreigners really help us?" Leader Yang asked again.

"Of course!" Li Shangen said seriously, "If the wharf gang is not afraid of foreigners, why would they not dare to take the wharf back when foreigners occupy the wharf? Besides, the government wants to build good relations with foreigners now that the capital is moving towards Westernization..."

"Actually, when I was performing on the street, I also met a few foreigners. Presumably you know a lot of foreigners, right? Next, we will try to invite them to the show..."

What Li Shangen said was hype.

Leader Yang just felt dizzy, and when he came back to his senses, he had even set up a plan for how to invite foreigners to watch the show.

You can only let go of your worries.

Let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!

...

"The progress of your iron cloth shirt has been very fast. Now your skin and flesh are almost as hard as I have been practicing for more than ten years. There should be reasons for your unique physique, but also because of your strong talent. I have almost nothing to teach you about the application of boy kung fu, and you can become a teacher."

Yan Zhendong frowned next to Ding Zheng, talking to himself, with a bit of embarrassment on his face.

Li Shangen had already fallen asleep on his stomach next to him.

Ding Zheng was soaked in the medicine basin, closed his eyes and meditated.

Abilities: Boy Kung Fu 100%, Black Tiger Three Styles 33%, Beast Fist 33%, Iron Shirt 2%

What Yan Zhendong said was right, a large part of Ding Zheng's strength was related to his physique.

For example, in the system panel, the data of Ding Zheng Tiebushan still cannot be uploaded.

It's not that Ding Zheng's cultivation progress is slow.

But in terms of Ding Zheng's physique.

Iron cloth shirt is still far from reaching the peak that Ding Zheng can reach at this moment.

Iron cloth shirt is a special skill, it is not a move, but an external skill, which is linked to the physical fitness of the practitioner.

Different cultivators have different upper limit of iron cloth shirt.