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“…… White Crane Gate, the owner of the door, Lin Yaofu...... What are you kidding......" muttered a whisper.

Zhou Ning spread his hands, and his gaze had calmed: "I know Lin Yaofu's name, but what's the matter?" If he wants to build a martial arts hall, let him build it. We can't stop him. ”

"But that's Lin Yaofu, do you know how famous he is......"

"Whoever needs to know knows...... Lin Yaofu had a feud with our great-grandfather and had a fight seventy years ago. ”

"But do you know ......" Zhou Qin accentuated his tone, "Yangzhou City is so big, so many places, he didn't choose anywhere, but chose us, I'm afraid he wants to kick our pavilion, although this person's martial arts are very high, but his character is not good, he will be repaid, his martial arts ...... It was already famous decades ago, and now I'm afraid it's a real old monster......"

Zhou Ning nodded, and said as a matter of course: "I know, so he wants to come to Jianwu Hall, I welcome him; If you want to kick him, I'll beat him, it's as simple as that. ”

Zhou Qin looked at Zhou Ning like a monster, was silent for a long time, and took a breath: "His grandmother's mother, cousin is really a cousin." If you want to fight, count me as one. ”

With that, the two stopped a taxi and drove towards Gaomin Temple in the west of the city.

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Not long after, the two came to the competition venue, Zhou Ning's arrival, and everyone in the stadium had their own reactions for a while.

For more than a month, the fame of the owner of the Taiji Martial Arts Hall has spread very quickly in Yangzhou, firstly because his martial arts are really strong, and secondly, because of the feat of one to twelve, as well as the story of the miraculous rise, as well as the grievances between Shen Rou and Cen Guhong, which is undoubtedly the best conversation for people after dinner.

In the midst of people's fingers, Zhou Ning walked through the crowd and came to the service desk.

According to this battle table, Zhou Ning's opponent is a man named Cui Yuan, before coming here, Zhou Ning checked his information, this person is a disciple of the White Crane Martial Arts Hall, a native of Guangxi, majoring in iron cloth shirts, good at using a pair of Zhuang sharp knives, and also has a deep accomplishment in Zhuang boxing.

After saying goodbye to Zhou Xiaopang, Zhou Ning deposited his clothes at the service desk, and by the way, he checked the ring where he was - Ring No. 23, which is located in the west of Gaomin Temple.

Zhou Ning came to the locker room, set up the shelves, carried the longevity formula, and pushed his state up bit by bit.

Time passed quickly, the air flow was slow, the mood was clear, and after a while, Zhou Ning exhaled a breath of turbidity and strode out of the locker room.

Not far ahead, there is the ring.

This ring is the same as the first ring that Zhou Ning fought, it is an ordinary Tiangang pile.

At this time, the other party had not yet arrived, and the audience was unexpectedly much, a pair of hands waved in the air, and cheers were made in unison, and the sound was deafening.

"Zhou Ning! Zhou Ning! ”

Zhou Jing stood there, without sorrow or joy in his heart, and the air flow slowly flowed in his body.

After a while, a man with a strong body, like a half-cut iron tower, slowly stepped onto the stage, hugged his fist at him, said sorry, and then pulled out a pair of Zhuang sharp knives from his waist and stared at him.

The Zhuang sharp knife is the blade used by the ethnic minorities, the whole knife is only one foot two inches, the blade is convex outward, there are sharp blades and serrations at the back of the knife, the copper handle is in the shape of a prism, just look at the appearance with a fierce and wild.

Zhou Ning arched his hand at him, stepped forward, and posed in the starting hand of Cai Li Buddha Fist.

To the cheers of the audience, the referee announced the start of the game.

At this moment, Zhou Ning suddenly touched the ground and rose into the air with his strength. An extremely fast turn, and in the blink of an eye, he stood on the stake.

The figure is like a ghost!

Cui Yuan's hands holding the Zhuang sharp knife exerted a slight force and tightened the hilt.

The other party's flexible body made his heart vibrate, even his own senior brother who was a genius might not be able to have such exaggerated body control......

Just before the start of the game, he was deliberately late, trying to make the opponent impetuous, and lost the opportunity. However, he found that after careful consideration, his opponent did not have any expression, but was already a little timid in his heart.

This birdman has a very good grasp of people's hearts......

However, his dignified Baihemen people are not so easy to admit defeat.

Gathering his mood and adjusting his breathing, Cui Yuan also easily jumped on the stake, bowed his hand to Zhou Ning, and then pounced like a tiger, the long knife in his right hand stood up, turned into a match, and slashed at Zhou Ning's left chest.

This is the famous knife move of Baihemen, breaking the wind and double knives.

Zhou Ning still didn't make a move, and suddenly stepped back.

In the exclamation of the audience, Cui Yuandaoguang Huohuo came to deceive, looking down from above, it seemed to be a ball of light shining with snow and snow, enveloping Zhou Ning's whole body.

In the stands, Lin Zhigao and Hu Zhiyuan also sat there, looking intently at the field.

"Senior brother, I think this kid seems a little bad......" Hu Zhiyuan said with a smile.

Lin Zhigao shook his head and said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid that it may not be, although Baihemen's martial arts are powerful, but Cui Yuan is only afraid that he can't beat Song Yangping, how can he be Zhou Ning's opponent." ”

Zhou Ning took three steps back, and suddenly flicked his fingers, "Zheng!" With a bang, Cui Yuan's short knife was bounced back by him, and his wrist was so numb that he almost couldn't hold the knife, and he looked at his opponent in shock.

At this moment, Zhou Ning suddenly paused at his feet, and his center of gravity immediately shifted to his right foot, exerting force under his feet, twisting his waist and back, and a mountain cannon punch in his right hand burst out.

A piercing whistling sound sounded.

There was no time to dodge, Cui Yuan withdrew the knife in shock, stepped on the stake twice, and when his wrist flipped, the two knives had changed from a reverse grip to a positive grip, and the two knives were put together to block the punch.

Bang! Cui Yuan only felt that every joint in his body was roaring, and the closed double knives were suddenly swung apart, and his body could no longer maintain his center of gravity, so he stumbled backwards with the force, Teng Tengteng took a few steps back, and the wooden stake standing under his feet could not bear the weight of this punch, so it broke off and collapsed.

Zhou Ning stood on the stake with his clothes fluttering, and withdrew his fist in a chic and casual manner.

After the fight, call it a day.

There was an uproar in the stadium, and then the surrounding stands suddenly boiled. At this time, even the referee on the field, who is a master of internal products, was surprised. This game, that's it?

After observing for more than ten seconds, the referee raised his right hand: "In this game, Zhou Ning wins!" ”

Cui Yuan got up from the ground in embarrassment, took a deep breath, and bowed to Zhou Ning: "Lead, admire!" ”

Zhou Ning was also polite.

In the stands, Lin Zhigao's eyes widened in surprise, and he said happily: "This guy has improved again, spicy mother, Lao Tzu feels that he can't beat him anymore." This time I have to challenge him! ”

He stood up from the stands with a thud and shouted, "Wait, Pavilion Master Zhou, I, Angry Fist Lin Zhigao wants to challenge you!" ”

Immediately after, he looked at Zhou Ning in a daze, ignoring him at all, but talking to a little fat man while walking out of Gaomin Temple.

"Gone again......"

Lin Zhigao stayed halfway. Is it so difficult to pick a battle these days?