In the early morning, there were bursts of cheers in the martial arts, a group of children in the rain and dew, sonorous and powerful Liu Jiaquan, and after Liu Aoyang appeared with his hands behind his back, these immature faces showed a particularly awe-inspiring expression, for these adopted children, Liu Aoyang is the old fairy in their minds.

Even though Liu Aoyang's heart was full of bitterness, but seeing these clear eyes, he still tried to squeeze out a smile, looking around at this group of children, it seemed that this was the last batch of martial artists in this group of rivers and lakes, he didn't know whether the path he chose for this group of children was right or wrong, at least this group of children had already hit the road.

It's better to wait until you hit the south wall and then turn back than to stay where you are for the rest of your life.

The man who was teaching boxing bowed to Liu Aoyang and shouted out to the master with respect.

Liu Aoyang waved his hand slightly, his consciousness continued, and then he stepped over the high threshold alone, entered the martial arts hall, and sat down in the place where he sat most often, his expression was a little gloomy, and then he was lonely.

What echoed in my mind was still the content of the phone call with Guo Yegun, especially the words face and linzi.

A woman walked into the martial arts hall, it was Yue Baihua. The long hair has been tied up, and it is no longer the white cheongsam that was inconvenient for yesterday's activities, but a very retro dress, linen cloth shoes, like the women's clothing in the war era, but she seems to be able to control any clothing, this cold-colored clothes are worn on her body, plus the long ponytail and beautiful face, giving people a feeling of extraordinary temperament, as if they don't know the sophistication of the rivers and lakes.

Of course, it is such a piece of human sophistication that gives birth to such a woman.

Liu Aoyang didn't seem to care too much about Yue Baihua who had changed his dress, he just said lightly: "Guo Yegun has entered Beijing." ”

Yue Baihua listened, her expression furrowed and she said, "For this face?"

Liu Aoyang nodded silently.

Yue Baihua suddenly smiled and said the next moment: "I am a little envious of this young man, but I am also a little sympathetic, although all the burdens are on him, but there are you tiger people behind him, it is difficult for him to die." ”

Liu Aoyang listened, but felt that this sentence was more like sarcasm, and said silently: "In fact, if you want to die, but you can't die, it's the hardest." ”

Yue Baihua listened to this extremely harsh sentence, maybe this was what she really wanted to express.

A phone rang, not to Liu Aoyang, but from Yue Baihua's clothes, she took out her mobile phone from the inside of Mai, giving a strong sense of disobedience, and when she saw the caller number, she said to Liu Aoyang with a bad face: "The call from Xiao Jiu's side seems to have an accident." ”

Liu Aoyang's expression became solemn after hearing this, and he said in disbelief: "Qingyu is also over there, he can't take it?"

"Who can't say for sure? Don't forget, not only the Guo family wants his life in this capital, but even if it is the Guo family, there is an existence that Qingyu can't eat. Yue Baihua still smiled faintly, although there were two dimples on her face, but that smile really made people reluctant to use the word charm to describe it, as cold as a razor, it was not so appropriate, maybe it was just vicissitudes.

She answered the phone and said, "Something's wrong?"

"Sister Baihua, something happened, I'll find the master. Xiao Jiu said very hurriedly on the other side of the phone, because he only had Yue Baihua's phone, so he could only call Yue Baihua.

"Something to say slowly, is it not possible for the sky to fall?" Yue Baihua said, and then handed the mobile phone to Liu Aoyang.

Liu Aoyang took the phone, then pressed the speakerphone, put the phone on the table and said, "Qingyu is not with you?"

Maybe it was because of Yue Baihua's last sentence, Xiao Jiu took a few deep breaths and let his emotions slowly calm down, and then said, "Senior brother can't take that guy." ”

Just that sentence is enough to make this situation so serious.

"Is anyone dead?" Although Liu Aoyang's expression was dull, he didn't sound a trace of panic in his voice.

"No, but it's only a matter of time before my brother is knocked down. Xiao Jiu said, staring at the battlefield from time to time, and at this moment he had already become an ant on a hot pot.

"How many people are on the other side?" asked Liu Aoyang.

"One. Xiao Jiu spit out these two words.

Liu Aoyang narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Give me an address." ”

"Phoenix Square Garden, Master, you'd better send someone over quickly, I don't know how long Senior Brother will be able to hold out, I think I can only fight for five minutes at most, or three minutes at most. From Xiao Jiu's somewhat desperate voice, it seemed that he could clearly feel the strength of the other party.

"Don't lose your life. Liu Aoyang left such a sentence, hung up the phone directly, and then got up directly from his seat.

"What?" Yue Baihua said as he looked at Liu Aoyang who got up.

"It seems that my old bones are still somewhat useful. Liu Aoyang beat the dust on his sleeves and said, although there is no shortage of martial artists in this martial arts, but an existence that even Feng Qingyu can't get rid of, no matter how many people he sends over, he is just cannon fodder, and those who can really take charge of themselves happen to be not there.

So Liu Aoyang knew it was time to do it himself.

"Aren't you afraid of losing the most face? Qingyu can't even take it, you, a body that can't beat the three successful forces that are corroded by the drunken three hands, can live such a fierce man?" Yue Baihua seemed to look down on this old man who was known as the three great martial artists in the capital, perhaps because she had not been away from Liu Aoyang for a moment in the past two years, so she knew too much about what condition Liu Aoyang's body had reached.

Liu Aoyang calmly faced Yue Baihua's ridicule, and said unhurriedly: "I'm such an old bone, what kind of face do I care about? I'm just a li, no matter how much blood is stained here, no one cares." ”

When Yue Baihua heard this, her expression that seemed to be indifferent to everything was a little moved, she put one hand in front of Liu Aoyang, and then said, "Owe me a favor." ”

Liu Aoyang looked at this woman who burst out with a majestic aura in an instant, this kind of momentum, even the famous heroes in this capital can't reach it, and who would have thought that this monstrous murderous aura came from a woman.

There is a kind of distress, which is called being weak enough to make people feel distressed, but there is also another kind of distress, that is, being so strong that it makes people feel distressed.

Liu Aoyang understood Yue Baihua's meaning very well, so he asked, "Is it over?"

"But I can't get by, at least it's a little more useful than you, an old man, back then, Feng Qingyu couldn't take it, I took it, and now Feng Qingyu can't take it, I'll take it, if I really can't take it, it doesn't seem to be a shame for a woman like me." There was a smile on her face that made people feel that the clouds were light and dusty, but it also gave a particularly contradictory feeling.

Among them, there is also a kind of torrent undercurrent.

Liu Aoyang sat down slowly, and then said: "I will let Baichuan go wherever too, at least you can't get by, there are still people behind you, I can't imagine that in the end I still owe you a favor." ”

She smiled, of course, she was not stubborn enough to refuse the old man's kindness, but walked out of the martial arts hall in a chic manner, but she didn't forget to leave that sentence.

"How little do you owe me?"

This is a sentence that makes Liu Aoyang helpless to the extreme, but he is powerless to refute.

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It seems to be a small garden that has become a battlefield but has become a small garden that is uncontested with the world as always.

Feng Qingyu half-knelt on the ground, only feeling that his internal organs were displaced, he endured this kind of pain and slowly stood up, looking at Zhou Yanhua, who had taken down so many punches from him as if he was nothing, and he only ate one punch, he felt a little angry, this huge gap reminded Feng Qingyu of the fear he had many years ago.

It is precisely because of this fear that he continues to become stronger, but some mountains seem to be something he can't cross in his life, obviously the Zhou Darkflower in front of him is one.

Desperately, at the moment he fell, he still needed to hold on for another twenty minutes, which may not be something he could do with his life, he glanced at Ah Bin, who was lying on the ground and had lost his mobility, gasping for breath, calculating something in his heart, it seemed that the only thing he could do now was to hold on to the passing time.

"Still fighting?" Zhou Yanhua didn't mean to press step by step at all, but kept moving his fingers and said, it was the right hand that had just punched Abin, as if that punch also made him a little unable to adapt, of course, compared to him, Abin can only be described as bleak.

Feng Qingyu nodded silently, and then said, "This is just the beginning. ”

Zhou Yanhua frowned, feeling that this was Feng Qingyu's stubbornness, as if he understood something, and then sneered: "I might as well tell you, whoever you move over again, the end will be the same, but with your physical state, can you survive until the rescuers come over?"

The man who was not a man of words laughed, and he laughed extremely insolently.

"I want to try. ”

After he spit out these four words, Zhou Yanhua had already disappeared in place.

Feng Qingyu also spit out a mouthful of blood, in the face of this ferocious wolf, how could there be any wavering in his heart, and he rushed forward, because of the size of the two of them, they are both close to the way of hand-to-hand combat, so the battle became a ball for a while, fists to the flesh, maybe there was a retreat, but there was never a fall.

This is the most primitive hand-to-hand combat, although it doesn't seem to be very ornamental, but it always gives people an extremely heroic feeling, because they seem to know a little about each other's names, and even have no grudges, but they need to fight for their lives.

Perhaps, this is the martial arts, a kind of existence that believes in fists, but never lives by itself, no one will pay tribute to this kind of person, no one will even miss this kind of person, and no one will remember this kind of person, no matter how dazzling it is, it is just the meteor that crosses the night sky, fleeting, but at that moment, it burns itself.