Cheng Guangen stood in front of the window and watched the hot air balloons with banners floating in the sky.

It says that I wish the foundation of a certain developer to be successful.

Today, the south part of Jiaohe County is gradually being rebuilt. The original old house has also been planned for several months, and the mobilization for demolition has begun to be delegated.

Zhenxing Martial Arts Hall has been built here for so many years. Although the money is attractive, it is no longer so important for his age. The old man looked at it for a while and didn't want to think too much about it. He turned around and looked at the woman behind the desk.

"You must have seen the promotion of the competition, and each martial arts hall has only one place." He was somewhat excited in his eyes, and he limped around with his hands in his arms.

"But you and Changwu are both very capable, but unfortunately, Changwu is obsessed with doing things for rich people and pursues fame and fortune too much. So in this fight, I decided to let you represent the revitalization of the martial arts hall and represent the Red Leaf Fist."

Opposite him, Ma Lin showed excitement on her face. Although she was a woman, she liked martial arts. Naturally, she hoped to have better development in this regard. If she could enter the national competition, it would not only be famous, but also have more confidence in the path she took. It would also be the best proof for those who opposed her family, and slapped them in the face.

"Disciples will do their best!"

In a confident response, the door of the room suddenly opened, and a disciple stood outside with a complicated expression, "Master, senior brother is here, and he has brought a group of people."

Cheng Guangen frowned, looked at the woman, and walked out of the office.

Outside the martial arts hall.

Eight cars parked side by side outside, facing the martial arts hall, and a pair of shiny leather shoes stepped out of the car door. Chang Wu's muscles tightened his black suit, his short hair was covered with hair spray, and he stood upright one by one, which was more like a businessman than he used to be wild. He ran into the car door and walked towards the opposite side.

Behind him, a group of strong people followed, and many of them were walking around and exposed their tattoos on their back necks and arms.

The two students standing at the door were repairing the door that was kicked out yesterday. When they saw Chang Wu wearing a suit and tie, they were a little surprised and greeted him: "Senior Brother, it's early..."

Wow—

The greeting students fell heavily into the hall, with a black shoe print printed on their chests, and rolled on the ground with pain. For a moment, the disciples and students who were preparing for practice in the hall looked over.

Chang Wu slowly withdrew his feet, looked up at the hanging door plaque, put his hands in his trouser pockets, stepped into the martial arts hall slowly, and stood on the side of the whispering students, his majestic gaze swept over them.

"Even if you practice, you will be a bunch of waste."

A group of students came in to learn martial arts for money, and suddenly they were scolded, and their faces were filled with anger, "We spend money..." "...... I called you a senior brother for the sake of learning martial arts!" "What are you old!" Among the shouting voices, the disciples in the museum were both shocked and angry, and feared that the other party had high martial arts skills, and were accompanied by a group of social people.

And aren’t they brave and ruthless people? No one dares to be the first to be a leader.

Soon, the rapid footsteps came. The disciples in front turned around and saw that it was the master and senior sister, and they all made aside one after another. Ma Lin saw a student lying on the ground, and his voice was cold: "Changwu, what are you doing?!"

Chang Wu twisted his neck and said with a smile: "I can't see what I want to do if I put it here?"

The woman also wanted to say that the old man next to her raised his hand to let her stop and looked at the eldest disciple she taught with her own hands.

"It seems that my teacher is right. The South Korean who doesn't even understand the rules is just a wild way, and they are all acting in conjunction with you. Changwu, you will never have a good ending, so look back in time."

"Old man, you don't know anything." Chang Wu spat.

Ma Lin hugged her arms and hummed: "It seems that the master is right to give me the quota for the competition. It is embarrassing to be like this guy on the ring."

"What does a quota count? There are more people in the country who can fight than you think. In the end, there will be nothing except getting a little consolation bonus and a defeated title!"

Chang Wu reached out and slowly took off the suit outside, threw it to his subordinates behind him, and his fingers made a giggle.

"And what I want is to take off the plaque of this martial arts hall with my own hands. What I can get is more than ten times better! The old man, in this era, he can't even eat the toast.

Everyone around roughly realized that the South Koreans had done the work of the restaurant alone by the senior brother, and it seemed that they were doing things for the bigger figures behind them.

"Just call the police." Someone whispered.

In the voice, Ma Lin walked from the old man to the front, tied the hair on his face behind his head, skillfully tied it into a ponytail, and then threw the black jacket on his body to the ground, revealing his tight black vest, and touched his fist wearing black gloves.

"Don't alarm the police uncle about your own affairs."

He hooked his fingers to the opposite side: "Come on."

"I hope your fists can be as hard as your mouth, junior sister!"

On the other side, the moment Chang Wu finished speaking, his leather shoes stepped on the floor and made a bang to shake the venue. His body was in a tilted forward posture and his fist hit him with a bang.

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Outside the martial arts hall, several guards of the vehicle were lit up cigarettes and chatting. Someone said, "I'll go and put some water." He turned around and went to the rear of the vehicle.

As soon as he walked to the parking space and unzipped his pants, Yu Guangli came from across the street, took a broom placed by the sanitation worker on the side of the trash can, and directly unscrewed the wooden pole. As he walked, he folded his knee and turned it into two pieces.

The gangster holding the cigarette noticed something was wrong, turned his head, and the blood splattered directly on his head.

The three gangsters standing at the front of the car were still chatting.

"This is the first time I've been asking for trouble in the martial arts school."

"...I heard that Mr. Chang is still a big disciple of this martial arts school."

"No matter what disciple he is, he can just take it if he has the benefits... I'm just talking about money now."

In the laughing and scolding voice, a dull sound suddenly sounded, and someone screamed "Ah!" and his eyes turned quickly. What they saw was the water-releasing companion covering his head and falling to the ground, with blood on one end, and a young man holding a double stick facing him, revealing his white teeth.

In an instant, a flower's arm rushed out two steps, hitting his head with a stick, hitting the car window next to it, and shaking the car emitted an electronic alarm.

Just as the vehicle alarm was issued, two wooden sticks drew a very fast afterimage, hitting the other two gangsters on the faces of the left and right, their teeth flew with bloodlines, and the two pounced on the hood.

Standing in front of the martial arts hall, more than ten people outside, who saw the situation here, rushed over.

Xia Yi carried two wooden sticks and turned them between his palms, then twisted them tightly, and hit them in to the crowd. The two sticks were like two dragons and snakes passing by, waving the shadow of the stick, hitting the forehead, neck, arms, chest, face... and plowing the crowd out of a way.

After he walked past, there were figures all over the ground holding the injured part and screaming in pain.

At the same time, the battle in the museum has lasted for a moment.

Bang!

Like the sound of a big cowhide drum, the woman's arms were heard from the two mounts. The next second, the black gloves counterattacked, slamming, and slamming, slamming, and swaving in a series of rapid waves to the other party's head left and right.

The simple and powerful boxing technique of Hongyequan, which both learned, rarely has the scheming. Chang Wu was the first to learn skills and had a deeper understanding of boxing. Even if he often worked for others in recent years, he had never missed it. Although Ma Lin was a woman, she would come to the martial arts school whenever she had time and received the most guidance from Cheng Guangen. In addition, she was diligent in practicing, so she would not be at a disadvantage for a while.

The two fists and elbows fought head-on like weapons, all of which were hit by the skin, flesh, and bones. The sound of fists and flesh made the students around the surroundings feel numb to the scalp.

The capillaries on Ma Lin's arm were broken, and the pores were even oozing blood beads.

She gritted her silver teeth, blocked Chang Wu's heavy punch, grabbed her backhand, and pressed her wrist to the bottom. The latter also made a move and grabbed her back. She pushed her thick elbows upwards. Ma Lin took the other hand and kicked her sharply. Chang Wu's abdomen was sturdy, and footprints were printed on her white shirt. The next second, he roared and hugged the woman's legs with both hands, and lifted the other person up horizontally.

The thunder hit the wooden man practicing. In the rotation of his vision, Ma Lin raised his hand to block it. The wooden stake broke with a crack, and a section of wood broke and flew out. The wood chips splattered everywhere. Ma Lin landed on the ground and rolled a few times.

The woman covered her arms, her tied ponytail was dispersed, covering her side face, gently stroking her in her rapid breathing, and she struggled to get up.

The shiny leather shoes kicked her face, and the woman groaned and slid two meters away on the smooth and hard floor.

No one in the museum dared to speak, and some even retreated and hid behind others.

Chang Wu slowly lowered his feet, walked on the floor with his leather shoes, his eyes swept around, and his voice spread to everyone word by word.

"Xia Yi! You come out too-"

A scream came from outside, and he just turned around.

boom!

A figure flew in and hit the five social people holding equipment inside, and they fell all over the ground.

At the entrance of the martial arts hall, a slender and agile figure stood there with a screaming gangster.

"Are you looking for me?" Xia Yi's faint voice sounded in the martial arts hall.

A gangster nearby picked up the equipment on the ground, yelled "Ah--" sound, swung it over, and swung the wooden stick away. The man's face splattered blood, his nose collapsed, his teeth collapsed, and a red mark was drawn out of his entire face, and when his body fell down.

Xia Yi withdrew his hand and walked towards Chang Wu opposite him.

"I want a place in the martial arts hall competition, and I just take you as a gift..."

Standing still, he turned his head, looked at Cheng Guangen, and asked, "Are you satisfied?"
Chapter completed!