Yang Xiaonan stood up suddenly, and instructed his family: "Put out the sign that is temporarily closed today, I will wait to report Zhou Xiaowen with my real name to Wu Diantang, and when I come back in the evening, I will go and talk to the landlord, with my friendship with him for so many years, it is impossible for him to completely do everything." ”

Yang Xiaonan said goodbye to his family, strode out of the house.

His battery car was parked at the door, and he got on the little electric donkey, took out his mobile phone, and took out the nearest route to the Wudiantang branch.

"Huh. Suddenly, he saw a report about him on the news feed.

The Shaolin Temple publicly criticized Yang Xiaonan, a madman who fights counterfeiting, saying that he provokes traditional martial arts and despises Chinese traditions. ”

Yang Xiaonan laughed angrily: "I'm just fighting fakes, not traditional martial arts, Shaolin Temple is too ridiculous." ”

He calmed down, found the closest route to Hewu Diantang, and hurriedly started the little electric donkey.

His little electric donkey shuttles through the narrow alleys, but his mind is thinking about how to solve the current problem. He was used to walking this alley, and he could ride out with his eyes closed.

On a sparsely populated corner, a dark shadow suddenly struck with lightning.

Yang Xiaonan was hit in the back and fell off the little electric donkey, and the little electric donkey screamed and fell into the ditch.

"Where is the thief, dare to hurt people behind his back!" Yang Xiaonan roared and climbed up from the ground like a fierce tiger.

Out of the shadows came six strong men armed with machetes and sticks, and the tattooed bald man who took the lead shouted: "You are the Yang Xiaonan who doesn't know whether to live or die, and the brothers are here to see you off today." You dare to smash the Zhou Pavilion Master's field, and my brothers will do it for you today. ”

Yang Xiaonan said: "It can be seen that you are also a martial arts practitioner, how can you be willing to be Zhou Xiaowen's minions for the tiger, don't you know that Zhou Xiaowen's gang is swaggering and deceiving and harming the society?"

The six people laughed and surrounded Yang Xiaonan while laughing: "Yang Xiaonan, I have to say, you are really naïve, you have lived for such a long time, don't you understand this society, money is king, strength is even more domineering, you are a little person who has no power and no power, and your strength is worthy of stepping into the Chinese martial arts, why should you challenge the chaos of the entire traditional martial arts world, you move the cheese of the big shots, they can drown you with a mouthful of spittle." ”

Yang Xiaonan straightened his spine and said proudly: " Yes, Lao Tzu is just a small person, although he has been determined to follow the footsteps of the old man of the god of martial arts since he was a child, and learn all kinds of martial arts, but I am only a small person after all, with limited talent, and it took most of my life to reach the threshold of the martial arts, but although my strength is low, my loyalty to martial arts remains the same, and I want to learn from the old man of the god of martial arts to contribute to the society。 I, Yang Xiaonan, am very different from you martial arts scum!"

"When death is on the verge of death, you're still hard-mouthed. A trace of pain flashed in the tattooed man's eyes, as if someone had uncovered a scar, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Brothers, do it!"

The scar man shook his head and removed the distracting thoughts in his heart: Warrior? Yes, I can't afford the noble name of a warrior, I have thrown myself into the darkness, and there is no turning back, what is there to say.

The five horses shot at the same time and killed Yang Xiaonan's body.

Yang Xiaonan was not afraid, and shouted loudly, using his ability to see.

"Domineering Divine Fist!"

Yang Xiaonan punched, and the three big men in the front row fell out at the same time, and the weapons of two people in other directions hit Yang Xiaonan's back, but his head was carried by his iron cloth shirt.

The tattooed scar man's eyes narrowed, and he praised: "Sure enough, I have some real skills, brother is here to play with you." ”

As he spoke, he brandished the Five Tiger Sword Technique and was with Yang Xiaonandou.

The machete dance of the tattooed scar man was vigorous, drawing dazzling white light in the air, but Yang Xiaonan leaned on a pair of fleshy palms and actually caught his blade head-on.

"Damn, his horizontal kung fu is so solid, and his muscle density can't even cut with a knife. ”

The tattooed scar man gave a look, and the other horses who were sweeping next to him rushed up again, and they actually fought alone.

"No matter how many people come, what's the matter! A group of local chickens and dog ears!" Yang Xiaonan was arrogant, with a solid iron cloth shirt and a domineering divine fist that he had practiced hard for ten years, he came to fight one by one, and no one was able to carry his edge head-on. If there is wine in his mouth, he will be even happier, and he will definitely be able to get drunk and return with a good fight.

"Brothers, use the joint knife method!" The tattooed scar man also saw that something was wrong, and organized the younger brothers to change their tricks.

Hmph! Taking advantage of the fact that several enemies changed their moves, Yang Xiaonan sneered, closed his hands in a hurry, and quickly lucked, brewing a detached qigong.

"Domineering wave, go!"

A strong qigong fluctuation erupted, and with a loud bang, a bunch of people with tattooed scars were all blown away by this domineering wave, and the walls of the alleys and broken eaves were all overwhelmed, and the dust was all over the sky.

A group of tattooed men with scars, all covering their wounds, struggling on the ground in pain and horror.

"Hmph, go back and tell your master, as long as I, Yang Xiaonan, don't die, the anti-counterfeiting operation will not end. Yang Xiaonan said loudly.

A shadowy voice sounded from around the corner: "Then you will die." ”

Yang Xiaonan hurriedly turned around, but his body suddenly exploded with a thud.

A man with glasses walked out of the corner with a strangely shaped Terminator rifle, and after he walked out, he continued to shoot Yang Xiaonan more than ten times.

Yang Xiaonan clutched the hole in his waist in disbelief, blood kept spilling from his fingers, and he couldn't suppress it.

"Ah, it's the warrior who finishes the bullet! I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it......"

Yang Xiaonan smiled desolately, and his majestic and powerful body, like a mountain's back, slowly fell.

The tattooed scar man crawled out of the rubble in surprise: "Seventh brother, are you still here?"

The killer who was called the seventh brother replied coldly: "Boss, I told you a long time ago, this Yang Xiaonan has a hard idea and is very piercing, he has practiced an iron cloth shirt for decades, and ordinary bullets can't kill him, so I returned to the base to apply for the Terminator rifle, now, you should know that my previous caution is very necessary." ”

The tattooed scar man looked at Yang Xiaonan who had fallen, and sighed: "Yes, who would have thought that he would be so difficult, but he finally fell, and since then, there has been no such person as a fake madman in Star City." ”

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