When his beloved disciple was killed, Hong Zhen was like an angry crazy lion, with black hair dancing, murderous aura all over his body leaking, and his fists were full of shadows, and he was heading towards the person who kicked the hall.

From the beginning to now, no one in the Zhongshan suit has ever claimed his name or moved around, just let Hong Zhen attack.

When Hong Zhen saw that the other party was so arrogant, he became even more angry. He completely looked down on him.

Thinking of this, Hong Zhen's strength in his hand increased by three points again, and a slight gust of wind blew by his fists. This punch would inevitably hammer the opponent on the spot.

The disciples of Iron Wire Fist saw Hong Zhen's movements and shouted to cheer for their master.

Without the need for disciples to shout, Hong Zhen would not let this guy go to the gym. This is related to the glory of the Iron Line Boxing Pavilion, so he will naturally use twelve points of strength.

Although he suffered a little injury today, this did not hinder the movements of Hong Zhen, the half-step master. Even because of his anger, his movements were three points faster than usual.

In an instant, Hong Zhen came to the other party, and his murderous fist hit the other party without hesitation. His strength was poured into the other party's chest like a volcanic eruption.

"Bang!"

The fist hit his chest and made a muffled sound. Hong Zhen only felt that his punch had reached the peak of his life.

The half-step master punched with all his strength, and even a tiger had to avoid it. However, the middle-aged man who came to the gym stood there like nothing wrong, and even felt in the mood to comment on Hong Zhen's movements, "The strength is good, but the speed is not good. Come again, come again."

Hong Zhen was shocked. He knew best how powerful the punch was. Not to mention being a human being, even a tiger could shock you to death, but the person in front of him had no movement or even a cough.

Realizing that Hong Zhen had encountered a tough guy, he was about to withdraw, but he found that his hands had been grabbed by the other party, and his hands were like iron pliers, clamping him firmly.

"I want to leave after the fight? I'm not very kind!" The middle-aged man smiled slightly, "It's my turn to be here!"

As soon as the words were finished, the middle-aged man took action. His speed was extremely fast, and his fist was like a rainbow, directly hitting Hong Zhen's abdomen.

The man's fist was so fast that Hong Zhen didn't even notice it. When his abdomen seemed to be pressed by a heavy truck, he realized that the other party had made a move.

Hong Zhen's body began to tilt backwards. With severe pain and weightlessness, he let his hands grab randomly in the air. It was not until this time that he realized how big the gap between him and the other party was.

It’s a pity that he understood too late. Now the other party doesn’t give him any chance. He has no rules to kick the kids and is completely aiming to kill people.

The middle-aged man turned his fist into a palm, and his palm was as fast as thunder, slapped Hong Zhen in the chest.

"puff!"

Hong Zhen, who was completely unprepared, had his meridians cut off and he vomited blood on the ground, and his body fell down weakly.

"master!"

When the disciple of Iron Fist saw Hong Zhen’s miserable situation, he first exclaimed, then roared, "Brothers, avenge the master!"

Everyone roared and rushed towards the middle-aged man, but they went faster than they came. There was no middle-aged man punching at all, and the iron-lined fist disciples flew backwards.

The middle-aged man has no sympathy and treats everyone equally, and will not show mercy because these disciples are low and weak.

Even a half-step master like Hong Zhen could not hold his palm, not to mention that these disciples turned into Shura Hell in the blink of an eye, wailing.

Those who have broken hands and feet are lucky and can wail. Some of them are unlucky and die on the spot, and they don’t even have the chance to wail.

After a series of killings, no one dared to come forward to cause trouble for the man again. They were already scared.

The middle-aged man saw that no one came up and did not take the initiative to attack. Instead, he started to tidy up his somewhat loose Zhongshan suit. After tidying it up, he walked slowly out.

Hong Zhen, who fell to the ground, saw that it was no longer possible, but the disciples could only let the other party leave calmly, and they did not even dare to stop him, which made them feel very humiliated.

The middle-aged man's steps were very light, but in the ears of the iron-wire fist disciples, it was like thunder, and the eardrums were shaking as if they were about to penetrate.

When he reached the door, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped and turned around and looked. The disciples of the Iron-Fist Fist took a step back in fear, fearing that the other party would suddenly kill.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in you." The middle-aged man finally spoke, "I just stopped and just wanted to tell you my name. You don't want to just watch the master die so frustratedly, but don't know the opponent's name."

The disciples of the Iron Wire Fist did not speak, but the anger in their eyes showed their thoughts.

The middle-aged man looked at everyone, nodded with satisfaction, and smiled: "Remember, call me the Fire Cloud Evil God in the future!"

Since signing up, the young Huoyun Evil God, who was still very young, walked out of the Hong Family Iron Fist practice room with laughter.

Outside the door, there was a little girl with a braid, gnawing on a colorful lollipop. When she saw the evil god of Fire Cloud coming out, she happily greeted her.

"Uncle Evil God, are you done?" the girl asked innocently, tilted her head.

The evil god Huoyun, dressed in Zhongshan suit, bent down with a smile, pinched the little girl's face, and said with a smile: "I'm done, let's go, take me to the next house."

"Yes!" the little girl nodded heavily, then turned around happily.

The evil god of Fire Cloud smiled and followed the little girl.

......

After working for a while, Achen's voice was hoarse and he didn't pull anyone in, which made him feel very frustrated and even a little embarrassed.

Achen is also the number one figure in Heqian Street. Now, if his brothers see him, then he will still be a human being. When he thinks of this, he will want to throw the horn and leave.

But if he wanted to leave like this, he would never be able to learn martial arts again, which made him very confused.

After a while of confusion, Achen picked up the loudspeaker in his hand and shouted, no matter what, he would learn martial arts from Lin Feng today!

Lin Feng sat on the second floor, looked at Achen, sighed, turned around and asked, "Master Yuan, why didn't anyone sign up?"

Master Yuan gave him a blank look, and didn't even want to say much. He turned around and looked out the window, offending the entire martial arts association, and wanted to let others learn martial arts? Dreaming! It would be fine if someone didn't come to smash your place every day.

Lin Feng also knew why Mr. Yuan was angry and was not making him angry.

After a while, Lin Feng's anxious temper decided not to wait for death.

"No!" Lin Feng slapped the table and stood up, "I have to go and kick the restaurant!"
Chapter completed!