"When did South Koreans create such rules for kicking their own kids? But it doesn't work here."

When Cheng Guangen founded the Zhenxing Martial Arts Hall, the city was full of low tiled houses, and even the old city walls were not demolished. For more than 20 years, he had watched the city prosper bit by bit, and tall buildings rose up from the ground, and there were feelings that others could not have. At the same time, he did have the ability to tell the South Koreans who were kicking the museum that he could not make a decision outside, but in this martial arts hall, he was the biggest.

"The one next to me is just the cleaning of work in the museum. You claim to be a big Korean, but you are the weakest one. How can you solve it?" The old man said and waved his hand simply: "Don't bother with them, Ma Lin drove out the garbage."

The disciples and students on both sides retreated to the surroundings and left the venue. Someone clenched his fists and shouted: "Senior Sister beat them down!" The woman over there smiled, "No problem!" Then, he nodded to the old man, walked straight to the middle, took off the top of the martial arts school, and threw it to a disciple next to him, revealing the sleeveless suspender vest. His white chest bulged the front of the vest, and squeezed out a deep valley, as if it exploded. She stood there and raised her hand wearing a finger-exposed glove: "Please give me advice!"

"What the owner said makes sense. The Koreans have always advocated etiquette. Since they are here, they should follow your rules." The South Korean nodded, grinned and smiled, and bowed slightly to the opposite side: "Li Taiyuan, please give me advice."

He moved his arms, thighs, and joints in the air for a few times. The next second, his body rushed over, and his feet were running up, and then he accelerated. The woman in the field met without hesitation. Everyone formed a circle with the rest of the South Koreans who came in. The moment he scattered and retreated, there was a muffled sound in the air.

Ma Lin clenched her fists with her arms to protect her lateral brain, blocking her whip leg.

For those present, the South Korean Li Taiyuan's foot speed was very fast and it was almost difficult to see clearly. However, seeing a woman blocking the opponent's attack like an omen, it can be seen that the opponent is not weak in terms of strength. In a blink of an eye, the two of them fought each other and fists and feet for a few minutes. Most of South Korean martial arts were concentrated on their feet, and their speed and power were quite amazing. However, in terms of speed, they were often to avoid it, and often to increase the intensity of the attack, so most of them were in an offensive state during the battle.

Li Taiyuan shouted "Uh--" and while sweeping his legs below, the other leg that bent slightly exerted force, and his body jumped up. He turned around in the air and pulled the woman who was fighting against the other side into Kuang Tao's offensive. At this time, Ma Lin also exerted force in an instant, and the two fists were crazy cannon hammers, which looked at the opponent's Adam's apple, face, and the abdomen. He punched the upper punch, and turned his body, and hit the knee. Each stroke was so fierce that it was amazing that the onlookers could hardly imagine that a beautiful woman could actually play such a fierce move. The two fought back and forth for several rounds, and the sandbag next to it was kicked back and forth, and then the bag broke into a small mouth, and fine sand flowed all over the ground.

The people watching widened their eyes and widened their eyes. Xia Yi stood in the crowd and shook his head. The most important thing in martial arts was to be clean and neat. If they could not find the opponent's weakness, they would keep their strength to deal with each other. Once they could not attack, they would basically lose. Such thoughts had just run over their heads, and the figure of the attacking in the field moved towards them. Ma Lin suddenly shouted and burst out with a "ah--" sound. Li Taiyuan, opposite the fist, had no intention of avoiding them. He raised his foot slantedly and kicked the opponent's goal with a kick.

However, the speed was not as fast as the other party. Ma Lin almost subconsciously made a dodge move, but she still swung her fist. At the same time, the woman avoided her figure, revealing Xia Yi, who was holding a broom in the back, and the South Korean kicked her directly, touching the broom blocking the middle, and the woman's fist also rubbed under his legs at the same time.

Behind the broom, a pair of eyes turned red, and the broom pole was nudged forward.

——Sweep the world.

.....

Almost at the same time, in the small square outside the museum, Dongfang Xu threw the plastic bag into the trash can and wiped his hands with a tissue. "Suppose that the islander was killed before we went down, that is to say, when we took away the things and the body, the other party was still hiding nearby, and it was just a short distance. The only place where we could hide was the abandoned cement pipe."

He and his colleagues went to the car. In the sound of words, the watch on his wrist suddenly sounded a slight sound of "ding". Dongfang Xu stopped, turned around and looked at the martial arts hall over there, frowned: "There are traces of energy fluctuations over there, go and take a look."

Inside the martial arts hall.

Li Taiyuan's steps tilted, and he stepped back several steps in a slanted manner. He stopped when he reached a sandbag. His face turned pale and a numb feeling came from the soles of his feet. He rubbed his feet on the ground, and his eyes passed by Ma Lin's figure holding a broom behind him. He stood up and bowed: "I didn't expect that there is a master in your restaurant. I feel ashamed of myself, so I will take a step first."

After saying that, he turned around and took the disciples in his library straight out of the crooked gate. He passed by Chang Wu, who was a little surprised, looked at the other party, strode out, and passed by Dongfang Xu who was walking towards him. The latter recorded the name of their martial arts hall and continued to move forward.

At this moment, in the Zhenxing Martial Arts Hall, a group of students and disciples laughed and made fun of each other. Someone who was originally a good thing ran outside the door and shouted at the South Koreans who were away: "What about the promised two wins in three games? I'm so scared? You guys..." Crack cursed a lot of bad words. Most of them still congratulated their senior sister, beat the other party, and ask for more care in the future.

"Okay, OK, since the matter is over, today is still the weekend, you all go back." Cheng Guangen smiled and asked everyone to stop. Yu Guangli saw two people walking in outside. He thought they wanted to learn martial arts, so he clapped his hands: "I won't open the door today to accept disciples, so you can come again tomorrow."

People around him changed their clothes and left one after another. In the figures coming and going, Ma Lin was still standing there clenching her fists, frowned and thought about the punch she had just hit: "It's strange, it obviously didn't hit."

On the other hand, Xia Yi also looked at the two strangers who were walking among the students, and did not take them much. He said hello to the others, put the broom into the utility room and left the martial arts hall. His smiling face suddenly sank. The moment when the South Korean kicked him, he was sure that something really flashed through his mind, and... in the past his ability was just using the things in his hands like an arm, but now, it seems... has evolved.

In my mind, the ringtone of my cell phone came from my pocket.

"Hey, Deju! What's the matter?"

"Today seems to be Xiaoyu's birthday. Have she told you..."

Birthday? Xia Yi suddenly thought that that night, the girl who didn't sleep late at night was waiting for her. It might be that she wanted to say something about her birthday...

*******

Dongfang Xu and the others came out of the martial arts hall and did not walk far away. Instead, they squatted on the nearby flower bed with cigarettes in their hands, staring at the man and woman quarreling in front of a car at the door. "Then are Chang Wu and Ma Lin who revitalized the martial arts hall? The energy fluctuations just now were very strange, and they disappeared all at once. The rest of the martial arts hall were too ordinary, and only these two were a little stronger. Will the murderer be the same as the energy fluctuations that suddenly flashed just now? And they were all in this area, which is a coincidence."

"You mean that man?"

In his sight, the woman suddenly slapped Chang Wu in the face, got into the car and left. After a while, the latter drove away from the martial arts hall. Dongfang Xu took a sip of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, got up and stepped on it: "Look at him first."

On the other hand, Xia Yi, who was thinking about herself, just hung up the phone and was about to buy Xiaoyu a gift. Before he could walk halfway through the street, he called in and looked at the number.

He hesitated for a moment and pressed the answer button.
Chapter completed!