The first thing that caught Zhang Ce's eyes was a white and chubby fat man, in the middle of a group of warriors, vertical and horizontal, invincible, his body was like a crazy hammer, any warrior who stood in front of him, and those who approached him were all broken hands and feet, and were thrown outward by huge force.

Zhang Ce is a kung fu fan, although he doesn't know martial arts, he has watched a lot of Chinese kung fu movies, and has also enjoyed action stars Zhenzi Dan and Chen Long's classic blockbusters.

He originally thought that the shots in those kung fu movies were violent enough and exciting, but he never thought that the fighting in reality was ten times more exciting than the edited shots in the blockbuster movies.

He had never seen such a fat man, using his hands and feet as a sledgehammer, swinging wildly, with a sensitive body, but his strength was as strong as an ancient tyrannosaurus.

His fists and feet are swinging and kicking, tearing and grabbing, out of order, to put it mildly, the fat man's fists and feet are outright Wang Baquan, but the power of each punch and each kick is more than a ton.

Such a terrifying power, whether it is Wang Baquan or Turtle Fist, as long as it falls on a person's body, it can crush the body of an ordinary person into slag.

His fist, the muffled sound that fell on his opponent's body, the shattering of his bones, and the terrifying sound of his lower abdomen slamming through it, accompanied by a helpless scream, made Zhang Ce's teeth sore, his heart trembled, and he couldn't wait to cover his ears immediately and close his eyes.

However, the scene in front of him made Zhang Ce reluctant to close his eyes.

As a journalist, he understands that this scene in front of him, which brings people a huge visual and auditory impact, is such a precious news material, even if it cannot be broadcast, it is also a precious material that everyone dreams of.

Although his heart was pounding and his hands and feet were weak, Zhang Ce still trembled his hands, took out his camera, and began to shoot this scene.

Bang!

The fat man was another lazy man, and he struck down the last disciple of the dark hall with grace and ferocity.

With the fall of this dark hall disciple, there were no more standing dark hall disciples in the entire hall, and the ground was full of wailing, and the disciples of the hall crawling all over the ground were either seriously injured and vomiting blood, or had broken hands and feet.

The fat man held his head high, his eyes were almost in the sky, and with a villainous smile on his face, he passed through the wounded all over the ground, and prolonged his voice triumphantly: "Yet--there is-who-come-"

Song Licheng, Xiaolong, and the other Song Family Fist disciples all looked at the center of the field in amazement, this fat man who was showing off his martial arts.

God testified that this guy's brutal slaughter that had just raged to the point of invincibility only lasted three minutes, and it knocked all the disciples of the Dark Hall, including the other disciples of the Jin Clan Dao Hall who rushed over after hearing the news, to the ground.

Now in the entire Jin Dao Hall, only Jin Dacheng is alone, standing on the high platform in a daze.

And in these three minutes, the fat man on the left black tiger pulled out his heart, and the right one was lazy, and he repeated the same boxing moves hundreds of times, but it was these two ordinary punches that couldn't be more ordinary, and they beat everyone in the Jin Gym.

Wickedness.

Song Licheng never dreamed that his family boxing method would be so powerful that Cheng Dù, if it weren't for Song Licheng witnessing it himself, he would only see this kind of thing as a myth.

And the fat man, create a real myth!

At this moment, Jin Daecheng has completely lost the ability to think, and his brain is blank.

The brawl was obviously over, but Jin Dacheng's eyes were still full of fat man's fists flying like sledgehammers, and those elite disciples of the Jin Clan's Daoist Hall were proud of their fists and feet, like rag dolls tied to paper, blood splashed everywhere, and broken limbs were flying.

Until now, Jin Dacheng's ears seemed to be full of elite disciples, all kinds of miserable screams that he couldn't bear to listen to.

Jin Dacheng's heart sank deeply, his mouth was bitter, his whole body trembled, looking at the demonic fat man, slowly walking towards him, he instinctively clenched his fists, but he didn't know why, but he didn't have the courage to do it.

Jin Dacheng is indeed the number one master of the Jin Clan's Daoist Pavilion, but looking at the fat man's malicious eyes, looking at so many disciples, all lying on the ground wailing and screaming, Jin Dacheng knows that he is not the opponent of this fat man at all, and he may not be able to defeat even one move, so he will end up with these disciples underground.

The fat man looked at him coldly, his honest bun face was covered with blood, and he looked extremely vicious, Jin Da took two steps back energetically, looking at the fat man's cold eyes, his heart was furious, and even his voice trembled: "What do you want to do?" ”

The fat man looked Jin Dacheng up and down, and suddenly laughed: "It turns out that you will be scared too, it's so funny, don't talk nonsense, now I'll give you two ways, either Lao Tzu will have three punches and two feet, so that you will spend the rest of your life in bed, and you can't control your urine and urine, or"

He laughed, just laughter, listening to Jin Dacheng's ears, full of bad taste: "Either take off your clothes, Lao Tzu will help you take a few fruit photos"

"What, take a fruit picture?"

The fat man's thinking changed too quickly, not only Jin Dacheng was stunned, but even Song Licheng and Xiaolong's ordinary disciples also widened their eyes in shock.

"Yes, take fruit photos"

As soon as he said this, the fat man looked interested, and looked Jin Dacheng up and down: "Although you are old, but you are a person who practices martial arts, your figure is still good, put on a few silver postures, scratch your head and pose for poses, it is still good." ”

Looking at the fat man's energetic appearance, every Song Family Fist disciple opened their mouths wide, but when they came back to their senses, they all laughed out loud, and they couldn't support it.

This fat man is really a talent, and he can come up with such a shady and obscene way.

These days, everyone knows how Jin Dacheng bullied the Song Family Boxing Gym, and they hate it so much, but they just have no way to clean up this old guy.

And now, all the humiliation that Jin Dacheng gave to the Song Family Boxing Gym has been returned with interest.

It's really retribution!

Jin Dacheng stood in a daze, if possible, he was even willing to go up to the sky to send a thunderbolt and turn himself into a pile of flying ashes, rather than face this shameless and obscene fat man.

"Brother, I think there is some misunderstanding between us"

Jin Dacheng couldn't imagine what kind of humiliation this evil fat man would bring to the Jin Daoist Pavilion after he was photographed, and what he could do now was to suppress the anger in his heart, lower his voice, and beg the fat man.

He is sure that in this world, no one can resist the temptation of money and beauty, as long as they do what they like, no matter who they face, there should be something to discuss.

"There's no misunderstanding, my biggest hobby is to take fruit photos, your figure is so strong, the photos taken must be full of artistic beauty, rest assured."

The fat man shrugged his shoulders as a matter of course: "Art, it needs to be sacrificed, it doesn't matter if you don't understand, just take off your clothes obediently." ”

Jin Dacheng's anger surged up in his heart, his fists clenched, but when his eyes touched the fat man's faint eyes, his heart suddenly trembled, all the anger dissipated cleanly, and he cried with a sad face: "But"

"It's nothing, brothers, this curator looks a little shy, let's help him."

The fat man said, suddenly made a move, punched hard, Jin Dacheng's eyes were dark, and he only felt that the sky was full of stars, and the whole world was dark.

Song Licheng, Xiaolong and the others had already leaned forward and backwards with laughter, and after listening to the fat man's words, they all rushed up, unceremoniously dragged Jin Dacheng, who had fainted on the ground, into the hall, stripped off his clothes, and posed.

The fat man was proud, personally took the love crazy five, and took a close-up of Jin Dacheng, while praising it: "Damn, this posture is really amazing, enough silver, I like it." ”

Besides, Song Xiaoqiao was so anxious that he took the title deed of the martial arts hall, took a taxi, and rushed to the door of the Jin Clan's hall.

As soon as she got out of the car, her heart trembled, the closed door, the door panel opened a big hole, at first glance, someone violently smashed it, in the irregular doorway, a guy was covered with blood, half of his body was stuck in the doorway, unconscious.

Song Xiaoqiao rushed to the doorway, raised the guy's face and took a look, seeing that he was not a disciple of the Song Family Martial Arts Pavilion, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then his heart hung high again, the scene was so intense, I don't know if Song Licheng and Xiaolong are alive or dead?

She struggled to push open a crack in the door and dodged in, at this moment twilight fell, it was already a little dark, Song Xiaoqiao looked around cautiously, and was suddenly startled, covered her mouth, and almost exclaimed.

In the entire courtyard of the Jin Clan's Gym, all of them were injured and fell to the ground, Shen chanted endlessly, looking at the robes they were wearing, they were all disciples of the Kim Clan's Gym.

"This posture is good, haha, spread the old man's legs a little further, right"

Just when Song Xiaoqiao's heart was pounding, the sound of a fat man laughing came from the brightly lit central hall, mixed with the laughter of Song Licheng, Xiaolong and others.

"Are they all right? Could it be that fat man?"

Song Xiaoqiao's heart settled down a little, but even greater doubts came up again, and the faint hope and the luck psychology in his heart that he didn't dare to think about suddenly became a little within reach.

She gently pushed open the brightly lit central hall, and saw Song Licheng and a group of people, unharmed, busy fiddling with simple shooting props such as lights, and couldn't help but be stunned: "Licheng, what are you doing?" Oh my God."

"Ready, let's shoot!"

The fat man who made trouble in the martial arts hall during the day, squatted half-squatting on the side, and loved the flash of the crazy five, which was very dazzling.

But this qiē, Song Xiaoqiao was no longer visible, her eyes were staring at the face of an old man pouting and twisting his waist next to the chair.

Kim Dae-sung!

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