"Don't come here!Hurry up! They are members of the Earth Snake Gang!" Qin Shuiwen saw that Ye Zirong was about to be recruited, so he hurriedly spoke.

"Old thing, no matter how nonsense you are, Lao Tzu will kill you!" The man exerted force in his hand, and a cut immediately appeared on Qin Shuiwen's neck, and blood beads oozed out drop by drop.

Seeing that the situation was urgent, Ye Zirong jumped and ran straight to the man in black, wanting to rescue Qin Shuiwen from the tiger's mouth.

But as soon as he reached midair, a crisp rattling sound fell from the sky, and when he saw clearly, he found that he had been encased in an iron net.

"Boy, he, you definitely don't know him, but I, you should still recognize him!" A polite young man slowly walked out from behind the medicine cabinet in the consultation room, nodded at the man who was holding Qin Shuiwen hostage, and then locked his eyes on Ye Zirong, with a very arrogant expression on his face.

How could this young man, how could he not recognize him? It was the warrior who defeated him with Muay Thai in the Yangtze River a few days ago.

"So it's you?" Ye Zirong pretended to be surprised.

"Don't think that if you nest in this small clinic, I won't be able to find anyone, boy, you don't have as good luck as last time!" The young martial artist's eyes were like a knife, constantly slashing at Ye Zirong's body.

Ye Zirong said: "You didn't beat you enough last time?"

The warrior's eyes turned sideways, and he said angrily: "Last time, you used a trick! What kind of hero is that?"

Now that he had been captured, he knew that it was useless to argue, and asked, "Then what do you want?"

"How's it going? Naturally, I'm going to forget you to death!ahhaha!" the young warrior craned his neck and struck a haha into the sky.

Before he could finish speaking, two warriors in black suits immediately came out of the corner, each reaching out and grabbing the two ends of the iron net.

The warrior who held Qin Shuiwen hostage also began to act, kicking the old stubborn to the ground with one kick, his body quickly swept a foot away, his hand shook, and he had tightly pinched the corner of the iron net.

The three warriors circled around Ye Zirong twice, and the iron net was pulled until the sound disappeared, and the divine needle hand was entangled to death.

Seeing this, the young martial artist smiled and said, "One mid-martial martial artist, four early-stage martial artists, are also proficient in Muay Thai, in comparison, this time you are doomed!"

Ye Zirong really couldn't understand why these martial artists couldn't get along with him, and they were still haunting him like ghosts. The last duel on the Yangtze River has ended, and Zuo Qingcheng has personally admitted defeat.

"I don't have a deep grudge against you, why do you have trouble with me?" Ye Zirong glanced at this terrible martial artist, wanting to get an answer.

But the warrior kept his mouth shut.

After a while, I could only hear the sound of footsteps outside the clinic, and a handsome boy walked in with a group of men.

"Ye Zirong, this proud master has nothing to do with you, and the person who can't get along with you is me!" The boy who spoke was Huang Zhiqiang, and the gang of men behind him was the ruffian hooligan who was beaten by the needle hand in the Yangtze River, that is, the Snake Gang that Qin Shuiwen said.

"Huang Zhiqiang, why are you again?" Ye Zirong couldn't have imagined that this kid was endless.

"Last time in Yang Zihe, you played a trick, and now it is planted in my hands, right? Ye Zirong, the person I wanted to teach me was Qiu Dahai, and he wanted to rob me of women, but you just want to meddle in your affairs and hurt my people, then don't blame me for being unkind!" Huang Zhiqiang stretched out his hand and made a gesture and said, "Do it!"

The dozen or so men who had been gearing up for a long time began to be agitated, and smashed the instruments in the consultation hall frantically. The last time they were beaten stupidly in the Yangtze River, they were trying to take revenge, but now they saw that the god's needle hand had been bound, and they had nothing to wait for, and the nature of the ruffians and hooligans was suddenly exposed, and their arrogance was uncontrollable, and they smashed the little belongings that the old stubborn had worked so hard to accumulate all over the ground.

Qin Shuiwen, who fell to the ground, hurriedly shouted: "Don't! Don't! This is my life...... but he was kicked by a tattooed man with a tiger's back, "Damn, be honest!"

"Huang Zhiqiang, you have something to do with me, don't embarrass Taishengtang, this matter has nothing to do with Taishengtang!" Ye Zirong saw that a clinic in Haoduan was smashed indecently, and his heart hurt a lot, so he immediately spoke out to persuade him, but he was entangled by the three martial artists with iron nets even tighter.

Warriors are aggressive, and this is true.

The young warrior's face was fierce, and he walked quickly to the iron net, and a left hook was on his stomach, followed by a powerful anti-elbow hooked to his waist and eyes, and his shot was so fast that he knocked the magic needle hand to the ground in a blink of an eye.

This is really another vicious move of Muay Thai, integrated into the Taoism, and the power is incomparable, I am afraid that if it hits an ordinary person, it will kill people a long time ago.

A heart-piercing pain came out of Ye Zirong's viscera, but no matter how painful it was, he had to endure it, and at that moment he urged out his internal force and gathered his qi in the dantian, so that all his limbs and bones were loosened, and he was concentrating on the enemy, trying to find a glimmer of life.

Where did the three warriors give him a moment's chance? Immediately prostrate on the ground, with all his strength in his arms, he tightly grabbed the three ends of the iron net, and slashed the divine needle hand to death.

Huang Zhiqiang looked up to the sky and smiled, walked up to Ye Zirong, bent his knees, slapped him in the face, and said viciously: "Do you want to fight with me?

"Huang Zhiqiang, you're just a student, don't play too much!" Ye Zirong couldn't believe that a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy would collude with a martial artist in the cultivation realm to deal with him, he really did everything, and he would have to do it when he grew up?

"Ye Zirong, I don't think you're a nerd either, you shouldn't know the truth that money can make grinding ghosts, and money can make women strip, right? To tell you honestly, in order to deal with you, Lao Tzu spent 200,000 yuan! Wouldn't it be a big loss if you don't play big?"

"You ......" Ye Zirong was already so angry that he couldn't speak, thinking that this kid was so good for the tiger, a heart was comparable to iron and stone, and his heart was really punishable.

"What's wrong with me? To tell you the truth, my father is the director of the Education Bureau, and the family has money, all of which is used to deal with you bastards! When I cripple you, Lao Tzu will explode Yu Zirui's chrysanthemum! Look at Qiu Dahai, how can I chase after the Wang Bazi?" Huang Zhiqiang scolded again.

"Huang Zhiqiang, you are breaking the law!"

"Breaking the law? The son of the secretary of the education bureau will break the law?" Huang Zhiqiang said nonchalantly.

"People are doing it, the sky is watching! Huang Zhiqiang, you stop doing ridiculous things quickly, stop doing ridiculous things, restrain yourself from the precipice, and turn back to the shore!" Ye Zirong looked at this fearless second ancestor, and he was a little afraid.

"Ye Zirong, are you afraid? Don't worry, I won't kill you, but I'm afraid your hand will be useless!ahaha!" Huang Zhiqiang glanced at the man who had a green dragon tattoo on his body, and said, "Brother Long, I broke his right hand!"