In the lonely and deserted wilderness, a lonely, abandoned factory is messed up like a pile of scrap metal. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info mottled walls are left with the blood-red characters of "safety first", which are very bright under the illumination of the setting sun.

A row of supercars was neatly parked in front of the factory, and the bright metal bodies exuded a biting chill. Looking down from the sky, a figure is lying on the windshield of one of the sports cars, but the whole person is embedded in it.

"Ahem. The black cow choked on a trace of blood, felt that his whole body ached, and his hands and feet were weak, and his head was groggy.

Zheng Jie walked towards the Porsche sports car, and the crowd in front of him unconsciously gave way. The shocking scene just now still echoed in their minds.

Coming to the black bull's side, Zheng Jie asked, "Are you still alive?" ”

The black bull showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and replied, "For the time being, it's dead—no." ”

Suddenly, Zheng Jie lifted his right palm and printed it on the injured part of the black bull. And when there was a tingling sensation from the wound and the severe pain gradually disappeared, Hei Niu felt incredible, but he didn't think much about other aspects.

And Yang Sheng and his gang, who got together, looked at Zheng Jie obediently, and no one dared to step forward.

"Saint brother, what do you say they are doing? A young man asked weakly.

"How do I know. Yang Sheng said angrily.

At this time, he was upset: he just wanted to cut Zheng Jie's face, so that he knew that there were people outside the world, but this was good, the thug he found was slapped away with a palm, and his face was properly lost. What's more important is that if Zheng Jie is unhappy and wants to take out his anger on him, he will have to be beaten up. At that time, it was really all gone. If you slip away now, everyone will know that Yang Sheng is afraid of him, and don't want to mix in the circle in the future. Don't go, look at the black cow lying there, Yang Sheng shuddered.

Just when he was in a dilemma, Zheng Jie helped the black bull and walked step by step. When he passed by him, Yang Sheng's forehead was sweating, and his hands and feet began to tremble a little. When Zheng Jie stopped, Yang Sheng clenched his fists, and the whole person froze there straight, as if preparing to be heroic.

"It's the second time, and I don't want to have a third time. After Zheng Jie finished speaking, he continued to walk forward.

Yang Sheng pretended to be calm and silent, his clenched fists slowly loosened, and he breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart: It's okay.

But sometimes, there are people who don't believe in evil and want to break ground on Tai Sui's head (or maybe it's really stupid). The little thug who was angry just now suddenly jumped out, blocked directly in front of Zheng Jie, and said arrogantly: "You can go, leave this waste behind." ”

At this time, Yang Sheng's heart rose to his throat: It's not easy to fool the past, why don't you still move forward without knowing whether to live or die. How can there be such a cheap person.

Just as Yang Sheng hesitated to see if he stepped forward, with a bang, a black shadow flew out and landed heavily on the ground, silent. Zheng Jie continued to walk towards the taxi.

Looking at the two of them who were drifting apart, the little hot girl with pierced ears said angrily: "Just let them go like this? So many of us are still afraid that he will not succeed." ”

Hearing this, the onlookers hurriedly stayed away from her, pretending not to know her, which made it clear that you can do it, you go up, don't drag us to death.

Seeing that no one responded, and looking at the miserable appearance of the pretending to be a boy, she was entangled in place for a while, and the little hot girl could only stomp her feet helplessly, and whispered: "Zheng Jie, aunt and grandmother remember you." After saying that, he flew towards the Porsche sports car where he was innocently lying with a gun.

The black bull who was being helped to walk asked Zheng Jie weakly: "Why are you helping me?"

Zheng Jie smiled and said, "Didn't I already say it, I want to hear your story." ”

The black bull looked at him in surprise and asked, "Do you just want to hear the story?"

"Well, fellow martial arts practitioners, I don't want to see you being bullied by a bunch of little kids. Zheng Jie replied, moved the black bull into the taxi, turned to the driver and said, "Master, drive." ”

The car was bumped on the road again. In the car, Hei Niu stared out of the window with his eyes blankly, while Zheng Jie closed his eyes and slowly breathed. I didn't have time to experience it carefully just now, but at this time, when I calmed down, the purple qi and electricity in the dantian seemed to be slowly swimming towards the damaged places: in the chest, in the abdominal muscles, and between the bones, the slightest numbness was unstoppable.

After a short pause, Zheng Jie opened his eyes and found that the driver was constantly peeking at him through the rearview mirror.

"Master, do I have flowers on my face?" asked Zheng Jie with a smile.

"That's not it, it's just a little brother, you're only about twenty years old, you're so skilled, how can you practice. The driver wondered.

At this time, the black bull came back from his unconsciousness, pricked up his ears, and listened intently.

To be honest, can you not be curious. After the battle just now, Black Bull only figured out one thing: he was better than himself.

"If I say that I accidentally grasped a high-voltage wire, and accidentally developed my body's potential and obtained a special function, would you believe it?" Zheng Jie said with a smile.

"If you don't want to say it, you won't say it, make up this kind of excuse, I'll be stupid. Holding the high-voltage line, why don't you say that you are a salted egg superman from the M78 nebula, maybe that is more convincing. The driver pouted.

The black bull next to him also stared at Zheng Jie with a look of disbelief, and there was one meaning in his eyes: Don't take me for a fool.

No way, in order to change the topic, Zheng Jie said: "Now I can tell your story." ”

Hearing this, the relaxed black bull suddenly frowned. He stared blankly out of the window, was silent for a while, sighed, and then said leisurely: "I have wanted to be a martial arts master since I was a child, and I want to open my own martial arts gym. I began to practice iron cloth shirts at the age of five, became a child at the age of fifteen, and traveled around the rivers and lakes at the age of eighteen, and began to find people to compete in martial arts. There are no less than 1,000 competitions large and small, with wins and losses, and their skills have improved by leaps and bounds. He seemed to think back to those glorious days and couldn't help but smile. But then, he laughed at himself: "Maybe it's because I won more and more, I felt that I was capable, and I gradually got carried away, and then I finally got into trouble, and the enemy came to me" The black bull paused, and then said: "Originally, I thought there would be a big war." But as a result, I was killed by a bullet. Do you know? The iron cloth shirt that has been trained for decades is not even comparable to a small bullet. At that moment I realized that I was also a mortal, nothing more. Perhaps, martial arts can really only live in fiction. ”

After listening to Hei Niu's words, Zheng Jie was silent, and the driver did not squint.

"So, will you give up?" said a very abrupt sentence, Zheng Jie blurted out.

The black bull stared blankly at his calloused hands, close in front of him, but so far away, and said with a wry smile: "Do you mean the martial arts hall, I don't dare to hope for it anymore." ”

"What about martial arts?" the driver interjected. And Zheng Jie suddenly glanced at the driver who was sitting in danger.

Hei Niu said sadly: "Practicing martial arts, am I still qualified to mention it?" ”

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