The fat man didn't know which tendon was wrong, his face was red, his bun face became extremely hideous, looking at the secret hall disciple's heart-piercing kick, he was like a bear, stretched out his palm and grabbed it, and grabbed the left leg of the dark hall disciple like lightning, and then dragged it, shook it, and finally slammed it with his backhand!

Bang!

The disciple of the dark hall was like a python, he pinched seven inches and shook it, and the bones of his whole body were soft, and then the whole person was like a broken pocket, and it was like being picked up by a fat man, and it smashed heavily on the two guys behind him.

The two guys originally wanted to sneak attack, but unexpectedly, disaster fell from the sky, and the disciple of more than 100 catties of heart-piercing feet, the whole body, like a big iron whip of water milling, smashed down in the air, and the two guys howled miserably, their hands and feet were broken, and they all became rolling gourds.

However, the fat man didn't stop, and the heart-piercing disciples in his hands still smashed on the ground again and again, or on the bodies of other disciples, gritting his teeth and scolding: "If you dare to steal Lao Tzu's peach, Lao Tzu will kill you." ”

Two times at a time, three times at a time

Every time he smashed it, accompanied by the fat man's gritted teeth and scolding, the disciples of the dark hall were about to shudder, and even Song Licheng and Xiaolong, the disciples of the Song family, all looked at the fat man blankly, attacking like crazy, and everyone's backs were cold.

It turns out that stealing a fat man's peach is so terrible.

By the time the fat man stopped, the disciple who pierced his heart and legs was no longer human.

His two legs were still pinched in the fat man's hands, but the upper half of his body was already soft, without a single intact bone, and his head was knocked on the hard concrete floor, which had sunk into a large chunk, bleeding from his seven orifices, and spitting blood foam in his mouth, looking extremely miserable.

Looking at the other five or six disciples who were hit by the fat man, they either broke their legs or their hands, and there was an unlucky disciple who was smashed directly on the head, his neck was half short, and he fell to the ground.

"Sue you, don't try to steal Lao Tzu's peaches!"

The fat man threw away the disciple who pierced his heart and legs, his blood-red eyes, staring at the surrounding dark hall disciples, thick nostrils, panting incessantly, and his fierce and fierce gaze, swept wherever the dark hall disciples were, and subconsciously retreated.

The fat man unbuttoned his trouser belt and glanced inside, and the bun's face was full of resentment and grievance: "It's all your fault, what should I do if I scared the fat man's bird and affected its good development, tell you, the little bird is very angry, and the fat man is also very angry!" ”

All the people looked at this fat demon blankly, watching him untie his belt, with a look of self-pity and self-pity: "If you fight, you fight, why do you scare other people's birds, if you frighten it, can you afford it?" ”

"Kill him!"

Jin Dacheng was originally standing high in front of the hall, looking at the courtyard, the fat man was so coy, he almost went crazy, stood up suddenly, pointed at the fat man and shouted loudly.

He never dreamed that the siege that was originally nine out of ten would be stirred up by this messy fat man, which made Jin Dacheng's heart so aggrieved that he was about to go crazy.

All the disciples of the Dark Hall, leaving Song Licheng, Xiaolong and other disciples of the Song Family Fist, rushed up, and by now, all the disciples of the Dark Hall understood that this fat man was terrible.

"Help, more wins, shameless"

The fat man wailed, his mouth was babbling nonsense, and his fat body, like a sledgehammer, smashed into all the besiegers.

Song Family Guoshu Museum, the main room of the museum.

"What, you said that Licheng and Xiaolong followed that fat man and went to the Jin Clan Gym to kick the gym?"

Song Xiaoqiao listened to a disciple's report, thought that he had heard it wrong, and asked again in disbelief, his heart pounding, and his face turned pale.

"Yes, hall master, the fat man didn't know what he said to Senior Brother Licheng, so they went east, someone saw it, the fat man kicked open the door of the Jin Gym and walked in, and then the door of the Kim Gym was closed again."

The disciple said honestly, his eyes lowered, and he didn't dare to look at the hall master's pale and desperate face.

"Oh my God, how dare they"

Song Xiaoqiao almost collapsed, sitting on the chair one by one, only to feel that his whole body was empty, without any strength.

If the Jin Family Gym is the Lion King standing at the top of the food chain, then today's Song Family Boxing Gym is at most a little squirrel on the branch, and in the face of the lion's pressing step by step, the Song Family Boxing Gym has been exhausted to protect itself, let alone take the initiative to attack.

The Song Family Boxing Gym was already out of breath in the face of the Jin Clan's Dao Gym's pressure step by step, and the fat man had inexplicably defeated the provocateur led by Jin Zhongku, which was a good turning point, at least winning a certain amount of time, so that Song Xiaoqiao breathed a sigh of relief, maybe the master of Hongmen was about to arrive.

Who knows, this fat man, as soon as he turned around, he took Song Licheng and a group of hot-blooded disciples and went directly to the Jin Daoist Pavilion to kick the hall, what is the difference between this behavior and a moth that puts out a fire.

Song Xiaoqiao doesn't know how to evaluate the fat man, in the face of this guy's brutality and stabbing without any rules, Song Xiaoqiao has no ability to deal with the aftermath at all, she can't imagine what a miserable end such seven or eight people will end up in if they rush into the master Jin Daoist without authorization.

"Pavilion master, I'll go out first, don't worry too much, they don't dare to take it to them, we'll figure out a way."

The disciple looked at Song Xiaoqiao sitting on the chair, unable to say a word, with sympathy on his face, but lowered his head and hid the expression on his face well.

To tell the truth, the owner of the gym, Song Xiaoqiao, is only in her twenties, and she is the most colorful girl who is enjoying her youth, so let her bear the heavy burden of the Song Family Boxing Gym, which is unusually cruel for a girl in her cardamom years.

The disciples of the entire Song Family Boxing Gym know that Song Xiaoqiao's hobby is not Guoshu, although she is the person with the highest kung fu in the Song Family Guoshu Gym, Song Xiaoqiao's major in university is the law major, if there is no accident, she should be an excellent lawyer.

But now, lawyer Song Xiaoqiao is the master of the first hall, and she must face the devouring of the behemoth Jin Dao Pavilion.

She stayed in the chair for a full minute, and then finally slowly took out an ancient wooden box from the drawer of the table, opened the wooden box, and there were several yellowed pieces of paper inside, densely packed, full of Han Chinese characters.

Title deed!

Song Xiaoqiao understands that this is what the Jin Daoist Pavilion needs most, they have done so many things, in fact, they want to occupy the title deed of the Song Family Martial Arts Pavilion, and to save the fat man and Song Licheng their lives, maybe the only way is to hand over the title deed, which is the only way.

It's just that the foundation that grandpa worked so hard to create, is it going to be given away like this? Will all the struggles end up being compromised?

Song Xiaoqiao's eyes flashed with sadness and despair, and tears fell, but the white hand firmly picked up the wooden box, then turned around, opened the door, and left.

Zhang Ce is a reporter for Hancheng Daily, he is a Chinese, graduated from the journalism department of Hancheng University for two years, and has not been able to find a job, and this job is his first job.

Zhang Ce cherishes this job very much, but it is difficult to run the news, beyond his imagination, the entire cold country, the rejection of the Chinese, is also beyond his imagination, a Chinese reporter, is even more excluded everywhere, this exclusion, not only in the interview process, but also in the newspaper, in the personnel struggle.

Zhang Ce walked down the street boringly, praying that God would quickly show mercy and let him catch an explosive news, otherwise, in the words of the editor-in-chief of the pig-headed in the cold country, if he can't interview the eye-catching news, he should get out.

Zhang Ce also thought about returning to China for development, but in the past two years, he has to endure it no matter what, because his girlfriend, who has been in love for four years, is still studying here, and her tuition and living expenses still need to fight for herself.

In a few days, the World Martial Arts Conference will be held, these days, the Kim Gym, which has always regarded itself as the leader of the martial arts world in Hancheng, is very high-profile, and many changes are also surrounding the Kim Gym.

If you are not careful, you will be able to interview Jin Dacheng, the owner of the Jin Daoist Pavilion, the editor-in-chief of the pig's head, I am afraid that I will laugh out loud in my dreams.

Zhang Ce secretly thought in his heart, but he also knew that his idea was almost a daydream, not to mention a big man like Jin Dacheng, he couldn't see it at all, even if he did, how could he accept an interview with an unknown little reporter?

Despite thinking so, Zhang Ce still walked in front of the gate of the Jin Gym, even if he couldn't interview Jin Dacheng, he could secretly take two photos and go back, which could be regarded as a little explanation to the editor-in-chief of the pig's head.

Bang!

At this moment, there was a sudden muffled sound on the door panel of the Jin's Daoist Hall, like a blast, and sawdust flew wildly, instantly opening a big hole.

What's even more terrifying is that a head suddenly knocked out of the big hole in the door panel, only to see that the person's head was covered with blood, he couldn't see his eyes and nose clearly, his neck was lowered, his head was tilted to the side, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Zhang Ce's eyes were wide and round, and the sudden strange scene frightened him into a daze, he had already seen that there was a fight in the hall, and he beat this person to the point that he broke through the door panel, and half of his body was embedded in the door panel.

Bang!

Just when Zhang Ce instinctively took off the camera, in the gym, someone flew straight up like a kite with a broken string, and then crossed the arc in the air, making a dull sound, which just landed in front of Zhang Ce.

Zhang Ce was startled, he reflexively took two steps back, listening to the sound of banging in the gym, the dull sound of fists hitting the human body, which made anyone listen to it, and it also made Zhang Ce realize that the big news he had been praying for was probably right in front of his eyes.

Something big has happened to the Kim Dojo Gym!

Zhang Ce looked left and right, and quickly climbed up a big tree by the wall of the gym, if he had changed his usual time and gave Zhang Ce a few guts, he would not dare to spy on the Jin's Daoist Pavilion, but now for the sake of big news, Zhang Ce fought hard.

He climbed between the two branches of the big tree, which was an excellent observation point, and just stood firm, looking towards the compound of the dojo, he couldn't help but be stunned.

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