Almost all places in this "Shenwu Jiuzhou" have private schools and martial arts schools, and it may not be a sect. Like normal shops, they only do business - collect money and teach kung fu.

Zheng Dabao found such a famous martial arts school for his son to learn skills. Two years later, today, after spending more than 1,500 taels of silver, Zheng Biao finally entered the "second level of body tempering realm" to become a warrior, and learned a good set of martial arts. He immediately went home to find the enemy to take revenge.

With four servants behind him, Zheng Biao went to the door of Qingyun Temple, looked up at the plaque hanging high on the door lintel: "Qingyun Temple", and sneered. Unexpectedly, if he hadn't seen him for two years, he would have sent him to this temple to become a Taoist priest. I don't know if he hadn't seen him for two years, and if he hadn't seen him for two years, he would have lost his fighting skills. If he was too weak, I would just start to be gentle and let you call us "Third Master".

He shook his head proudly, tilted his neck to show a dandy look. He learned this trick from the county town. He looked quite imposing at the beginning, and he didn't know if he learned it today. He shouted to the follower behind him, "Come on, I'm clearly showing the carriage and horse, let me go forward and call the third master--"

"San Young Master, the master said, don't be too arrogant..."

"Fuck, Master Third, I'll let that bastard beat him up as a kid. If I don't clean up him well, I will be uneasy in my life. I'll shout and scold me-"

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to the third young master."

A servant with a bad-legged slave looked like a servant, stepped out of the door, shouted with a sagging chest and stomach, "You can breathe in Qingyun Temple to listen to me-"

The two little Taoist priests who were on the front of the temple were stunned when they saw this. Hey, what does this mean? I haven’t seen such a thing in Qingyun Temple’s Liguan in a hundred years? Before I could come forward to ask, the gray-shirted servant continued to shout: “The hero Zheng Sanye of Qingyang Town came to Qingyun Temple to visit and summon Ma Zhiyong to answer. Zheng Sanye has always heard of Taoist Ma Yong’s reputation. Today I come to ask for advice!”

A set of cuts in the world is half unfamiliar, but there is a half-grown child standing behind him with a shaking head. When the two little Taoists guarding the door saw that they were coming to the door to fight, they were all so excited that they were scattering their teeth and did not inform the elders. One was guarding the front door, and the other hurriedly went back to see Ma Yunyong to visit.

It’s so boring to learn scriptures and chant entries in Guanwen. It’s not as fun as this fight, especially when someone comes to call him.

The little Taoist priest who ran back to the viewing excitedly spread the word "someone came to the door" all the way. So the little Taoist priests in the viewing were excited and excited.

Just in time, this scene made Ye Qingxuan, who was hiding around in the view, runs around.

Zheng Biao waited for a while, and his neck was a little sore, and he thought to himself that the style of a young master in the city was really hard to be accustomed. While rubbing his neck and complaining, the gate of Qingyunguan suddenly came out of the gate of Qingyunguan. They were screaming like monkeys who saw bananas, and they were carrying brooms, mop, door latch, rolling pin, etc., and they didn't even say hello, and surrounded them.

Although Zheng Biao has achieved success in martial arts, he is now a warrior in the "second level of body tempering realm". He also has four subordinates around him, and he is also a street hero who can fight and fight under Zheng Daguan. Although these dozen or so little Taoists all look under the age of a minor, they can't beat four-handed hands. These little Taoists don't look like monks. They are holding guys in their hands, and they slurped and spit. Zheng Biao secretly regrets that he shouldn't be so arrogant. The situation in front of him seems a bit shaking.

"Young, young master, let's run... run!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the few servants next to him had the intention of applying oil to their feet. However, at least the owner was still here. If he ran away first, the job would be ruined.

"Run? Just run away. The third master will die in the battlefield today and will never retreat!"

I finally got some confidence. If I had to run away, I would really not have the courage to challenge Ma Dawang again in the future. At worst, I could be beaten again and lie there for a few more months. What a big deal!

Thinking of this, Zheng Sanbiao suddenly became bolder, and the stubborn temper of these Sanbiaozi even rose.

After all, San Biaozi is a little bit arrogant, probably because he was beaten and got a little bit naughty when he was a child.

The master and servant of the Zheng family were just thinking about it, and they heard a huge voice roaring from behind the crowd.

"San Biaozi, you shameless pickled splashing goods. You dare to call Master San in front of you, Master San? You are shameless and shameless, lifting up the little girl's skirt and sucking the old pants... Do you dare to call Master Ma San? Have you asked Master Ma San?"

The crowd flashed, and a small adult with a tall and big horse and bearded broke out.

It is Jack Ma.

Seeing that Ma Yunyong finally appeared, Zheng Biao's little heart, which was already a little up and down, fell to the ground.

Because he knew that this guy was like himself, although he was raspy, he also paid attention to his face. As long as he called the number and called the name, it would be a one-on-one situation, and there would never be a third hand inserted in.

After moistening his throat, Zheng Biao sneered at Ma Yunyong: "Silly, Humph, are you willing to come out to see me? Tell you, I'm going to take revenge on you this time. The weather is good today, and the weather is beautiful... I didn't say anything, let's calculate the new and old hatreds together..."

"Oh, I haven't seen each other for two years, I'm getting angry and my skin is tight, okay - today I'll let you, Master Ma San, relax your muscles and bones for you."

After saying that, Ma Yunyong rushed towards Zheng Biao with his fist.

A trace of contemptuous smile immediately appeared on Zheng Biao's face. "It's all for me to spread out--" Zheng Biao shouted loudly, and Yun Yong, who was hedging over, didn't care. Zheng Biao kicked his toes on the ground and rushed up, moving like a cunning rabbit. At the same time, he turned sideways, flashing over Yun Yong's fist, stretching his palm, and hitting Yun Yong's chest with a palm. Ma Yun Yong hurriedly returned to his fist. He didn't expect that Zheng Biao's moves had not yet been used, so he turned one hand and went around Yun Yong's fist like a passing Yun Qiaoyan, and at the same time turned his palm into a fist. With a bang, he hit Yun Yong's chest.

Zheng Biao was so powerful that Ma Yunyong felt a huge force coming. The figure, which was larger than Zheng Biao, was immediately beaten backwards, and with a gurgle, he fell to the ground.

Zheng Biao closed his fists and was very proud. He smiled and said, "How is it? I'm stupid, is my fist smelling enough?"

"Hmph, I didn't expect that you have learned such a skill after not seeing each other for two years." Ma Yunyong spitted, got up, slapped his clothes twice, and smiled: "Kung Fu is good, but unfortunately he is too weak, he looks like a woman..."

Zheng Biao's face darkened and he said in a muffled voice: "Tell you, you're a big fool. The third master comes back today and wants to deal with you. The third master is no longer a member of you. I have already felt a sense of energy. Now he is the 'second level of body tempering realm' and is a real warrior."

Wow—

The audience around was in a panic.

This ordinary person is not at the same level as a warrior. Even if he has strong physical strength, he is definitely not a match for a warrior with internal strength. Zheng Biao came to seek trouble with bad intentions, and this battle was simply unfair.

When a few thoughtful Taoist priests saw that Yun Yong was going to suffer, they turned around and ran back to look for the uncle on duty.

Ma Yunyong rubbed his chest. The feeling of depression was really uncomfortable, but he had not hurt his muscles and bones, so he should have endured it.

Thinking of this, Ma Yunyong smiled softly and sneered at Zheng Biao: "Congratulations, San Biaozi, the warriors entering the country, your Zheng family has smoked from the ancestral tomb, but it's a pity..."

"What a pity?"

"But it's a pity that no matter how strong you are, your warrior, your fists are still as soft as a woman..."

Zheng Biao was furious in an instant.

"Give me shamelessness, lie down-"

He rushed towards Yun Yong again. Yun Yong was not willing to be outdone, so he rushed forward and punched him again. Zheng Biao dodged from the side, and Yun Yong followed him with another punch. Zheng Biao rolled his body, but he was on the side of Yun Yong, and he slashed his palm with one hand, hitting Yun Yong's ear. This time he hit the point. Yun Yong instantly raised his entire body, and then fell to the ground weakly.

The moment he got into the palm, Ma Yunyong felt his head buzzing, the light in front of him dimmed, and the surroundings suddenly became dark.
Chapter completed!