Just when Tang Zehua's flying kick was about to reach the door plaque, the two closed doors of the Xiaochun Yangguan Sword Dojo Hall suddenly opened, and a puff of water splashed out, just drenching Tang Zehua who jumped up.

Tang Zehua was originally full of momentum, and his jumping movements were clean and neat, as if he had trained thousands of times. The legs are as fast as lightning, the wind is loud, and the movements are tempered and perfect, as accurate as a textbook.

And then the eggs.

A basin of cold water came to his face, just when Tang Zehua's old strength was exhausted, but when he couldn't borrow his strength in the air, he was suddenly splashed into a soup chicken.

Tang Zehua didn't expect such a thing, he was stunned, and was empowered by cold water again, and the breath in his chest suddenly leaked.

He stumbled and fell from a height of more than three meters, and did not forget to shout: "Catch my ......"

Before the words fell, the person had already slammed down on the hard granite floor.

Tang Zehua snorted, almost unable to breathe, only to feel completely numb from the waist bar to the back of his head, and he couldn't even move a finger.

There is really no way about this, the gate of Xiaochun Yangguan is too high, and the granite paving is quite extravagant at the door in order to highlight the momentum.

But then again, you can't blame the high door and hard floor of Xiaochunyangguan, Teacher Tang Zehua is also at fault, why are you jumping so high?

Isn't there an old saying that the higher you jump, the more painful it hurts?

Look, isn't that the fulfillment of the old adage?

It can't be blamed that the disciples he brought were slow to react, after all, no one expected that a basin of water would suddenly fall from the sky. Although Mr. Tang Zehua's voice shouting "catch me" was very timely, everyone had not yet reacted from the shock, where could they catch him?

And so, tragedy struck.

"Huh?"

Lan Shao stuck his head out of the door, holding a plastic basin in his hand, and looked curiously at Tang Zehua, who fell to the ground and couldn't move.

"What are you doing?"

Lan Shao asked in surprise.

All eyes fell on him, including the stunned reporter and the cameraman with the camera.

The camera has been focused on Mr. Tang Zehua's volley flying kick, ready to shoot the heroic moment when he kicked off the signboard, but unfortunately photographed Mr. Tang Zehua being splashed to the ground by a basin of water.

At the same time, the camera also faithfully recorded Lan Shao's heroic posture at this moment.

I saw Lan Shao's sleeves and trousers rolled up high, a hat made of newspaper on his head, a basin in his left hand, and a black rag in his right hand. The whole body is covered with dust, and it looks like a big cleaning.

So that basin of water......

Everyone's eyes tacitly turned to Teacher Tang Zehua who was lying on the ground, and sure enough, they saw that most of his snow-white practice clothes had black marks, and there were still a lot of pitch-black scum left on it.

Of course, he also had sludge on his face and hair.

There was a deep sympathy in everyone's hearts, and they couldn't bear to see it.

What a tragic word?

As a result, Tang Zehua's disciples were furious.

"What are you doing? Are you blind and can't see? Do you know if you splash people?"

Lan Shao was startled at first, then smashed the basin, and said with an angry smile: "Yo ho, this is touching porcelain? Touching porcelain touched Lao Tzu's head, it's really strange." ”

Tang Zehua's disciples were furious, pointed at Tang Zehua on the ground and said angrily: "Open your dog's eyes and see, people can't get up, this is called touching porcelain?"

Lan Shao looked down at Tang Zehua, only to see Tang Zehua lying on the ground, his face was blue and his whole body was not moving, and the water on his face couldn't tell whether it was sweat or the water he had just splashed, and he couldn't help but feel a little weak.

The most important thing is that he also saw a person carrying a camera next to him, needless to say, the scene just now must have been filmed in the camera, and he can't be relied on.

", your porcelain gang is professional enough, and the camera follows the whole process?

Lan Shao was surprised, and then said, "I tell you, even if you take a picture, don't try to make money from me." I'm splashing water in front of my house, who's in the way? I haven't asked you to pay for our floor damage, but I'm still doing it, right?"

Tang Zehua's disciples were furious, and when they saw that the other party had bitten them to death, they were a group of porcelain touchers, so some of the anxious disciples were ready to go up and make a move.

People who learn martial arts don't have a good temper, let alone stand still?

Lan Shao was startled, and when he saw that the other party was overwhelmed, he immediately turned his head and shouted inside: "Brothers, come out quickly, someone is smashing the field." ”

Hula A group of people rushed out, each holding a broom and mop and other tools in their hands, and shouted: "What's the situation?"

Huang Shao crossed his hands on his hips, pointed at Tang Zehua's disciples in high spirits, and said loudly: "They want to touch porcelain! ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone laughed.

Huang Shaoyue came out of the crowd, pointed to the signboard on the door, spat out a mouthful of saliva, and said with a smile: "Blind your dog's eyes, can't you see that this is a kendo hall?

Teacher Tang Zehua's disciples were all red with anger, and they didn't understand how to kick the hall well and become porcelain?

The disciples are angry, where can they bear it, and they don't know who made the first move, anyway, the two sides did it without warning.

There are thirteen disciples brought by Teacher Tang Zehua, and there are twenty-three of the rich second generations of the Kendo Pavilion, including Lan Shao, and the number is a full ten more than the other party, but ......

And then the eggs.

Lan Shao and a group of rich second generations, where are the opponents of this group of disciples who practice martial arts, even if they all have weapons such as brooms in their hands, they will soon be a little unable to support it.

However, at this time, one or two peanuts were thrown out from time to time in the door, and they would unfortunately land on the knees, elbows, heads and other body parts of Tang Zehua's disciples.

So seeing that the mantis boxing disciples were about to give the rich second generation a hard blow, but they knelt down for each other inexplicably, or suddenly raised their heads, and their brains lost their minds for a moment.

Where would the rich second generation let go of such a good opportunity, so they swept a sweep on each other's ankles, a mop pestle on each other's faces, a basin on each other's heads, and even simply wiped the rag in their hands on each other's faces......

In less than five minutes, Tang Zehua's disciples were also lying on the ground, their faces were dark, and they were absolutely on par with their master.

The reporter and the cameraman remained stunned, and their mouths grew into an "O" that did not close until the end of the fight.

"Hey, the two of you who are watching the excitement over there, drag your accomplices back, or we'll call the police." ”

Lan Shao yelled at the reporter and the cameraman, and the person entered the kendo hall, and then closed the door slammed shut.

The reporter finally closed his mouth, and it took a long time before he whispered: "We are not accomplices......