Horror recovery: I push the heavens horizontally with my body!

"Master Yang, do you think I'm a good learner?"

After Ye Qin finished speaking, he strode forward and kicked his legs in an orderly manner.

Yang Mo didn't even look at Ye Qin, "If you're just learning to kick your legs, don't be impatient..."

Yang Mo raised his head and looked at Ye Qin, "I know..."

But he was stunned halfway through his words. What Ye Qin showed, whether it was kicking, kicking or kicking, every move was clean and powerful, as if he had worked hard for ten years.

This?
Yang Mo opened his mouth wide and asked, "Have you learned it before?"

Ye Qin said with a calm expression, "I just watched the demonstration by the owner of the museum, and I just followed the example."

Watch me demonstrate once and you can play in style?Isn't this talent too amazing?
"Kick me and try, don't be afraid, use all your strength." Yang Mo said.

"Uh... with all your strength?" Ye Qin was stunned for a moment.

Even the six-faced corpse did not dare to tell him to use all his strength.

"Really want to come?" Ye Qin asked.

"Come on, your kung fu can't hurt me." Yang Mo said confidently.

Ye Qin muttered in his heart, Lao Yang!Lao Yang, I am really afraid that I will kick you to death.

"Then I'll use a little more force, Master Yang, you are on guard." Ye Qin said anxiously.

It took less than 5 minutes for you to learn how to bounce your legs. Mr. Yang, I have been learning for almost 40 years. Your little legs and feet can't hurt me.

Yang Mo set up a blocking posture, Ye Qin lifted his knees and flicked his legs.

Bang!
Ye Qin kicked Yang Mo away with one kick. Poor Hall Master Yang Mo only felt a terrifying force coming and spread all over his body. Then his body was engulfed by the huge force and flew out backwards, crashing through the gate of the training hall.

"dad--"

The scene where Ye Qin kicked Yang Mo away happened to be seen by Yang Xiaocao who came to pour water.

"Ye Qin, what are you doing?" Yang Xiaocao roared angrily, she rushed out of the training hall quickly and helped Yang Mo up.

Xiao Mao, the gangster who was squatting at the door, was taken aback. This kid was so ruthless that he even beat his own people?
Fortunately, my eyes were bright and I didn't make him angry.

If this kick kicks me, I won't take half my life, sir?
Ye Qin looked sorry for giving Yang Mo the best of luck. Fortunately, he only used less than one-tenth of his strength, otherwise the owner of Yang Mo's house would not be lying on the ground panting, but lying in the funeral parlor for a memorial service.

"You boy..." Yang Mo didn't come up in one breath, and passed out on the spot.

Yang Xiaocao had learned first aid, so she desperately pressed on Yang Mo's chest.

Ten minutes later, Yang Mo lay on the bed with black lines all over his face, "Ye Qin, did you do it on purpose?"

Ye Qin shrugged his shoulders, "Master Yang, don't worry, tomorrow I will go to participate in the blood fist, earn money and send you to the best hospital for treatment."

It's okay if Ye Qin didn't say anything, but as soon as he said those words, Yang Mo almost had a heart attack.

Yang Xiaocao looked angry, and pushed Ye Qin out of the training ground. No matter how Yang Mo persuaded him, Ye Qin's explanation was useless.

"Oh...forget it, I'll just go to your place for one night." Ye Qin sighed.

Xiao Mao on the side nodded silently, but immediately reacted, "Brother, don't do it!"

"Huh?" Ye Qin raised his eyebrows, and the bastard Xiaomao immediately faltered.

"Go, I was just thinking that you have no place to stay at night, Boss, and you just happened to go to our place for the night."

Xiao Mao led the way, and half an hour later, the two returned to the steel factory.

In the director's office of the steel factory, a woman with heavy makeup lay on Zhang Gan's chest like an octopus.

Zhang Gan was aroused by the evil fire, and with a lewd smile on his face, he was about to use the "deadly rhythm".

Bang!

The door was suddenly kicked open.

"What the hell, who is looking for death?" Zhang Gan softened on the spot, and he cursed angrily.

Ye Qin looked at the dogs and men in front of him with disgust, "I'll stay with you tonight."

Zhang Gan became furious, "Do you really regard this place as your own home?"

Xiao Mao on the side was afraid that Zhang would provoke Ye Qin, so he hurriedly explained, "Boss, he beat Yang Mo up, and now he has nowhere to go."

Hearing that Yang Mo was beaten by Ye Qin, Zhang Gan was confused, isn't... isn't this kid with Yang Mo?
"You're going to die tomorrow, I'm too lazy to argue with you, there are a lot of vacant rooms downstairs, Xiaomao, you can just find a place for him to live." Zhang Gan waved his hand impatiently.

Ye Qin glanced at Zhang Gan, then left with Xiao Mao.

Xiao Mao got instructions from the boss, but he didn't dare to find a place for Ye Qin casually.

"Brother, you live in my room, and I sleep on the sofa." The gangster Xiao Mao took Ye Qin back to his room to rest.

Ye Qin was also polite, lying on the bed with his eyes closed and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Mao Xianfeng, and my brothers usually call me Xiao Mao." Mao Xianfeng said.

"Mao Xianfeng? Good name." Ye Qin muttered.

"Brother, as long as you like it, brother, are you really going to fight blood fist tomorrow?" Mao Xianfeng asked.

"Well, you can put all your family money on it. No matter how strong the fighters in the blood fist ring are, ten of them together can't beat me." Ye Qin said disdainfully.

"I'll borrow money tomorrow morning." Mao Xianfeng said excitedly.

…………

In the early morning of the next day, before dawn, Zhang Gan took Ye Qin and Mao Xianfeng to the place where the blood fist ring was held.

It took the three of them an hour to reach the river in a broken car with peeling paint, and then took a ferry to an unnamed island.

"Boy, do you know the name of this island?" Zhang Gan asked.

"..." Ye Qin stared straight at the river in the distance, but did not respond.

Zhang Gan was too lazy to argue with the dead, and said to himself, "This island originally had no name, but people who come here call it Paradise Island. Those who win money go to heaven, and those who lose money commit suicide and go to heaven."

Seeing that Ye Qin was still staring at the river and did not respond, Zhang Gan said, "Let's go...the only thing interesting is inside."

Ten minutes later, Zhang Gan and the others came to the door of a dilapidated bar.

"Don't talk nonsense after entering, I'm afraid you will be beaten to death before you come on stage." Zhang Gan reminded.

Ye Qin remained silent, and Mao Xianfeng followed behind.

Compared with the dilapidated and deserted outside of the bar, the inside of the bar is very lively and unique.

More than a dozen pole dancers tried their best to show their enchanting dancing postures, and a huge square ring was surrounded in the center of the bar.

The two men fought violently, and the burly man was crushed by the thin man.

The men and women around shouted excitedly, "Kill him! Kill him!"

The thin man grinned grimly and tore off the burly man's throat, "Pleasure everyone with your death!"

puff-

Blood spattered, and the rusty smell of blood instantly filled the audience.

Death is the norm on this unruly island.

Ye Qin frowned, chaos, death and fanaticism are the themes of this island.

"Old Hei, this is the newcomer I brought, arrange it!" Zhang Gan pushed Ye Qin in front of a strong man wearing a spiked vest.

"He looks good, are you sure you want him to go to the blood fist ring instead of being a duck?" Old Hei said with a smirk.