"I received news that someone came to the Guoshu Hall in the morning to make trouble and injured more than a dozen students, and several of them suffered serious internal injuries. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info now that the Guoshu Museum has become a pot of porridge, it is temporarily closed. ”

Fang Xiaojun clenched his five fingers and smashed a fist mark on the wall with a bang, obviously angry to the extreme.

"Hurt a dozen students? This is not a trivial matter, it seems that someone wants to target our national art hall. How many people are on the other side? Hearing this news, Qin Fan's face was also gloomy, the Guoshu Pavilion has been operating quite well in the past six months, and the limelight has faintly overshadowed other martial arts halls in Luzhou. It may be that the tree is a big move, and it has attracted the jealousy of some people to find someone to come over and make trouble, wanting to destroy the signboard of the National Art Museum.

This time, the students of the Guoshu Pavilion were injured, and in the end, even if the police were called to arrest the murderer, the reputation of the Guoshu Pavilion would be irreparably damaged.

"There are only three people on the other side, and they should all be practitioners."

"Lian Jiazi? Could it be that he is a man in the rivers and lakes? ”

Qin Fan was stunned, no wonder he dared to fight the National Art Pavilion when dealing with three people, it turned out to be a practitioner like Fang Xiaojun and Tie Niu.

Although there are not many people practicing martial arts in this era, there are still many Jianghu sects and masters who are hidden in the city. For example, Fang Zhenxing is a folk master of Fang's Baji Boxing, who once killed a murderous human trafficker with his bare hands.

However, a grandmaster-level figure like Fang Zhenxing would not easily make a move on ordinary people, and Qin Fan speculated that those few who came to make trouble were just some indiscriminate Jianghu figures.

"It should be a disciple of a certain Jianghu sect. Hmph, this group of subordinates will also bully ordinary people, if the buddies were in the National Art Hall at the time, they would have to beat them all over the ground to find teeth. ”

Fang Xiaojun's face was full of depression, which was also a coincidence. When those few people came to the Guoshu Pavilion to provoke, Fang Xiaojun and Tie Niu happened to be absent, and the students of the Guoshu Pavilion saw that these people were arrogant and arrogant, slandering and provoking the Guoshu Pavilion, and they were angry and started fighting with others.

These ordinary students who have only learned a little kung fu are naturally not the opponents of those practitioners, and as a result, more than a dozen people were injured, and two of them were also injured internally, but fortunately, the injuries were not serious and they could recover after recuperation.

"It's strange, why did these people in the rivers and lakes suddenly target our National Art Pavilion, there may be something wrong with it. Let's take a trip to the National Art Museum first. ”

Without further ado, Qin Fan and Fang Xiaojun drove to the National Art Pavilion.

Due to the violent brawl in the morning, the Kokushu Museum is now temporarily closed to the public. When the two came to the Guoshu Hall, there were only a few students in it who were still practicing martial arts.

The students who were practicing martial arts saw Qin Fan and Fang Xiaojun coming, and hurriedly greeted them.

"Xiaojun, what happened in the morning, who made the first move?" Fang Xiaojun looked at a chubby, small-eyed student and asked.

This Xiaojun is the first batch of students of the Guoshu Pavilion, Qin Fan saw that there was a bruise on his body, but it was just a flesh wound, just rub a little safflower oil and massage it.

"Brother Junzi, those bastards are really too arrogant, Chen Yong and they were all beaten and injured internally, you have to seek justice for us." The fat on Xiao Jun's face trembled, and it seemed that he had suffered a lot in the morning.

Hearing Xiaojun say this, Qin Fan and the others knew that the three of them had come to trouble him and Fang Xiaojun in the first place. But coincidentally, neither of them happened to be there, so they poured their anger on these ordinary students. sneered at them, laughing at the Guoshu Hall to teach flower fists and embroidered legs, which can be done with one hand.

The students of the National Art Pavilion were angry, so they reasoned with these people.

"Those bastards are so hateful, Chen Courage just reasoned with them, and as a result, he was slapped twice. Seeing Chen Yong being beaten, we rushed up as soon as our heads were hot. ”

Xiao Jun rubbed the bruises on his body and said with a bitter face. Although there were many people on their side, they were not the opponents of the three practitioners, and more than a dozen people were injured at once.

"These people also say that Brother Fan and Brother Junzi are shrunken turtles, and they will come again next time until we are convinced." The students of the National Art Hall were full of resentment, expecting Qin Fan and Fang Xiaojun to teach them how to behave.

"Hehe, a few indiscriminate characters in the rivers and lakes really regard themselves as a green onion."

Qin Fan sneered, these people came to the National Art Pavilion to provoke obviously to ruin the reputation of the National Art Pavilion, if they didn't fight back, others really thought that the National Art Pavilion was weak and could be bullied, and anyone could come over and step on it.

"Boss, this matter is quite big, I think we should call the police and let the police solve it." A girl at the front desk of the Guoshu Museum was afraid that things would be too big and she wouldn't be able to clean it up when the time came, so she said timidly.

Fang Xiaojun shook his head and explained, "You don't understand, this matter can only be done by the rivers and lakes. Calling the police won't solve the problem, and it will make people laugh. ”

Even if they call the police and arrest those practitioners who hurt people, they will not be able to save the reputation of the National Art Pavilion, but will make others think that they are weak and can be bullied, and smash the signboard of the National Art Pavilion.

"Do you know the details of those people, these people are native to Luzhou?" Qin Fan thought for a moment and asked.

This field must be recovered, but before that, we must find out the details of these people and probe their heels before we can make a move.

"It should be a native of Luzhou, and the one who injured Chen Yong seems to be called Zhang Mingbo."

"Zhang Mingbo? Junzi, do you know this Zhang Mingbo? Fang Xiaojun shook his head, indicating that he had never heard of this name.

There are not too many folk sects in Luzhou, and those well-known folk martial artists Fang Xiaojun have more or less heard of their names, but he has never heard the name Zhang Mingbo.

"If this Zhang Mingbo is a local practitioner in Luzhou, someone will definitely know the origin of this kid, I will find a friend on the rivers and lakes to find out."

As he spoke, Fang Xiaojun made a phone call to find someone to check the details of this Zhang Mingbo.

"I found out, this Zhang Mingbo turned out to be a member of a Jianghu sect in Luzhou, a member of the Iron Fist Sect." It didn't take long for Fang Xiaojun to find out Zhang Mingbo's details.

"Iron Fist Gate? Is there any holiday between us and Iron Fist? ”

Qin Fan felt a little strange in his heart, there was no injustice between their National Art Pavilion and the Iron Fists, why did the people from the Iron Fist Gate come to provoke and injure so many students.

As far as he knew, the Jianghu sects generally did not deliberately come to provoke each other, and unless irreconcilable conflicts and contradictions occurred, they would find a way to resolve them through competition.

"No, but I heard that Master Lu of the Iron Fist Gate passed away a few years ago, and now the disciples of the Iron Fist Gate are mixed, so I am afraid that someone will deliberately cause disputes."

Fang Xiaojun clenched his fists, no matter what the purpose of these disciples of the Iron Fist Sect was to provoke the National Art Pavilion, since they had all stepped on their heads, Fang Xiaojun's temper would naturally not be like a turtle with a shrunken head.

"Looks like we're going to make a trip to Tekken Gate."

After absorbing the Seagod's energy, Qin Fan's physical fitness was greatly enhanced. As long as he doesn't encounter a martial arts master who has been famous for a long time, it is difficult for ordinary practitioners to match him. What's more, those few disciples who have only learned a little bit of kung fu and Iron Fist Sect.

If the Iron Fist Gate insisted on supporting the disciples who injured people, Qin Fan wouldn't mind smashing the signboard of the Iron Fist Gate.

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"Senior Brother Zhang, you showed off your might in the morning, and you overturned the National Art Pavilion with one hand." In the Iron Fist Gate, several people who went to the National Art Hall to provoke gathered together and praised Zhang Mingbo with a look of adoration.

"Of course, those stinky sweet potato rotten bird eggs in the Guoshu Pavilion are Senior Brother Zhang's opponents. In fact, there is no need for Senior Brother Zhang to do it, our brothers can tear down the signboard of the National Art Museum. ”

"It's a pity that Qin Fan and Fang Xiaojun of the National Arts Pavilion were shrunken turtles and didn't dare to come out to fight. Otherwise, let them know how powerful our Senior Brother Zhang is. ”

Zhang Mingbo was a little fluttering by these junior disciples, and said with a cold snort and disdain, "Qin Fan and Fang Xiaojun are some of the same things, after learning a little kung fu, they think they are invincible in the world." To deal with them, I alone is enough. ”

"But Senior Brother Zhang, that Fang Xiaojun and his father are the grandmaster of Fang's Baji Fist, do you think he will give these two boys the trouble of coming out to our Iron Fist Gate. If this thing gets bigger, I'm afraid it won't end well. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Mingbo's face changed for a moment, and he immediately said, "You can rest assured about this, according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, the senior grandmaster will not make a move in the fight between juniors, otherwise he will bully the small with the big." As long as you don't cripple people, it's fine, and if we go to the National Art Museum again in two days, I don't believe that they can be turtles with shrunken heads for the rest of their lives. ”

Zhang Mingbo's face was full of cruelty, if Qin Fan and Fang Xiaojun avoided fighting, I am afraid that it would not be long before the signboard of the National Arts Pavilion would be smashed by their iron fist.

"When this is done, the benefits will be indispensable to you."

As the saying goes, if there is no profit, it is not early, if someone hadn't promised Zhang Mingbo a benefit to let him destroy the Guoshu Pavilion and teach Qin Fan a hard lesson, he would not have risked being kicked out of the division to provoke the Guoshu Pavilion.

In Zhang Mingbo's view, the Guoshu Pavilion is a soft persimmon that he can knead, and Qin Fan and Fang Xiaojun and the like are just ordinary people who have learned a little kung fu, and they are not their opponents at all.

However, Zhang Mingbo never expected that he would kick an iron plate this time.

Just when Zhang Mingbo was thinking about how to bring down the National Art Hall, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the Iron Fist Gate.

The disciples of the Iron Fist Gate thought that the other senior brothers had returned, and went over to open the door, only to see two strange young men appearing outside the door.

"What do you guys do?"

The disciple of the Iron Fist Gate was stunned for a moment, looked at the two of them a few times, and asked in an unkind tone.

"We're from the National Art Museum."

Fang Xiaojun recognized that the person who came out to open the door was one of the disciples of the Iron Fist Sect who came to the National Art Pavilion to provoke, and kicked him unceremoniously, and the foot girl had a close contact with his big face, and directly kicked him into the courtyard.

Swish!

Seeing that someone was so bold and dared to come to the Iron Fist Gate to make trouble, Zhang Mingbo and the disciples of the Iron Fist Gate rushed out violently.