"Who dares to come to my Iron Fist Gate to make trouble, are you tired of it?"

The disciples of the Iron Fist Gate rushed over violently, surrounded Qin Fan and Fang Xiaojun, staring at the two of them with angry faces, ready to teach these two boys who didn't know the height of the sky at any time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Senior Brother Zhang, these two boys are from the National Art Museum, and they came to us for revenge."

The Iron Fist Sect disciple who was kicked out by Fang Xiaojun had one nose collapsed, got up from the ground with a bloody face, and pointed at them and said.

The people of the Kokujukan?

Hearing this, Zhang Mingbo's face turned cold. He would never have dreamed that the people of the National Art Pavilion would be so bold and dare to hit the door directly, aren't they afraid of the retaliation of the Iron Fist Gate?

"You are Zhang Mingbo?"

Surrounded by more than a dozen disciples of the Iron Fist Sect, Qin Fan had no fear on his face, his eyes were calm and terrifying, and he looked at Zhang Mingbo coldly.

"Hmph, you are Qin Fan and Fang Xiaojun. Lao Tzu was looking for you, but I didn't expect you to take the initiative to send it to the door. Zhang Mingbo sneered, he didn't believe that on the territory of the Iron Fist Gate, Qin Fan and Fang Xiaojun would dare to do anything to themselves.

"You injured the students of the National Art Hall?" Qin Fan's eyes sank, this Zhang Mingbo was very black, and he beat Chen Yong with internal injuries. Although such an injury is not fatal, it is easy to leave a lifelong hidden danger and make Chen Yong disabled.

"That's right, that waste is what Lao Tzu beats, what can you do to me."

Zhang Mingbo smiled fiercely and looked at Qin Fan provocatively, in his eyes, Qin Fan was just an ordinary person who had learned a little kung fu, vulnerable and could not threaten himself at all.

However, the next moment, he couldn't laugh anymore.

"Just admit it."

Qin Fan nodded, and suddenly rushed in front of Zhang Mingbo in the blink of an eye, and slapped him.

Zhang Mingbo only felt a flower in front of him, and before he could react, he was slapped heavily on the cheek. Qin Fan's movements were too fast, Zhang Mingbo didn't have time to react at all, and the whole person was like a spinning top that was pumped by a huge force, and he rotated three hundred and sixty degrees in place. was directly slapped by Qin Fan and fell down.

"This slap was for the students of the National Arts Hall who were injured by you."

Qin Fan condescendingly looked down at Zhang Mingbo, who was lying on the ground, spitting blood like a dead dog, and said in a calm tone.

The disciples of the Iron Fist Gate saw that Qin Fan was surrounded by so many people, and he dared to make the first move, and he slapped Zhang Mingbo down, all of them had a confused expression, and forgot to do it for a while.

What is the origin of this guy, he said that he would do it, and he beat Zhang Mingbo down as soon as he came, which is too violent.

"Little rabbit, you dare to do it at the Iron Fist Gate!"

Zhang Mingbo spit out a bloody back molar tooth with one mouth, only to feel extremely humiliated, and he wanted to stab Qin Fan to death with a knife.

In his heart, he didn't think that Qin Fan's kung fu was strong, but because he was too careless, he fell into this kid's way and was successfully attacked by him. If he was tough alone, he would be able to knock Qin Fan down with one hand.

"Since you dare to hurt people in the National Art Pavilion, why don't I dare to do it in the Iron Fist Gate. Aren't you going to provoke the National Art Museum, and now we are here. ”

Qin Fan glanced at Zhang Mingbo coldly, like this, the so-called people in the rivers and lakes who think they are superior to others after practicing martial arts for a few years and look down on ordinary people, they should be taught how to behave.

"Boy, you have a kind. What are you doing in a daze, give it to me, kill them. I'm up to it if something happens! ”

Zhang Mingbo's face was extremely gloomy, when had he suffered such humiliation. If Qin Fan wasn't crippled, how could he still hold his head up in the Iron Fist Gate.

It's a pity that he seriously underestimated the combat effectiveness of Qin Fan and Fang Xiaojun, so today he was doomed to tragedy.

A disciple of the Iron Fist Gate was about to rush up, only to hear a muffled "bang". Fang Xiaojun made a move, directly slapped him out, and hung him on a tree.

Fang Xiaojun's Eight Extremes Fist was fierce and domineering, if he made a move with all his might, these Iron Fist Sect disciples would probably either die or be disabled.

"Let's go together, I don't believe that this kid can beat so many of us."

The disciples of the Iron Fist Sect have always been arrogant and used to looking down on the people of the National Art Pavilion, but they were beaten by Fang Xiaojun. The huge gap is unacceptable to them.

"Hmph, with this bit of strength, you dare to provoke our National Art Pavilion? The Iron Fist Gate is nothing more than that. ”

Fang Xiaojun slapped the disciples of the Iron Fist Sect, and fiercely shocked these people.

The Iron Fist Sect is just a non-mainstream Jianghu sect, much worse than the Fang Clan's Eight Extremes, Qin Fan alone is enough to sweep away these disciples of the Iron Fist Sect.

In fact, more than ten years ago, the Iron Fist Gate also had a period of glory, but since the death of that Lu Master Immortal, the Iron Fist Gate has gradually declined.

Master Lu's descendants not only did not carry forward the Iron Fist Gate, but instead accepted many disciples with bad conduct in order to make money, resulting in the current situation that the disciples of the Iron Fist Gate are uneven, making the Iron Fist Gate a cancer in Luzhou.

"Who else?"

Due to the injuries of the students of the National Art Pavilion, Fang Xiaojun also held back the fire in his belly, and he couldn't control his strength a little, and slapped all the disciples of the Iron Fist Sect who surrounded him, and hung them on the tree one by one.

"Damn, how can this small army be so strong."

Seeing that the senior brothers of the Iron Fist Gate were not Fang Xiaojun's enemies, they were almost all knocked down in the blink of an eye. Zhang Mingbo's heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

Originally, he didn't take the Guoshu Pavilion and Fang Xiaojun in his eyes at all, thinking that they were just ordinary people who had learned a little flower boxing and embroidered legs, and they could be kneaded by him.

It was only at this time that Zhang Mingbo knew that he was wrong, this Fang Xiaojun and Qin Fan were not soft persimmons at all, but tigers in sheep's clothing.

Just now, he was still thinking about how to retaliate and go back and trample the National Art Pavilion under his feet. Now it seems that the plaque of their Iron Fist Gate is almost impossible to keep

"Haven't you been clamoring to fight me alone, I'll give you this chance."

Qin Fan glanced at Zhang Mingbo with a smile, a person like him with eyes on the top of his head did not cry when he saw the coffin. If the problem is not completely solved this time, I am afraid that he will continue to come to the trouble of the National Art Pavilion.

"You're looking for death!"

Zhang Mingbo wiped a handful of blood from his mouth, and stared at Qin Fan with resentful eyes. Fang Xiaojun is the descendant of Fang's Baji Fist, and it is not unusual to have such combat power, but in his eyes, Qin Fan is just an ordinary student. If he couldn't even beat Qin Fan, even if he had practiced more than ten years of kung fu to a dog, then he might as well take a piece of tofu and kill him.

At this time, Zhang Mingbo's face was full of hideousness, as if he saw the scene of trampling Qin Fan under his feet and laughing arrogantly.

However, just as he was about to make a move, he saw a flower in front of him, only to feel a strong wind howling, and then his whole body was swept out by this strong wind and hit the tree hard. When he landed, Zhang Mingbo's body bones seemed to be falling apart, and there was no pain in his body.

"Y-You cheat!"

Zhang Mingbo's black face was swollen into steamed buns, and he was so sad and indignant in his heart that he almost cried. This Qin Fan was too bullying, and before he could put on a posture to show what he had learned all his life, he was slapped on the tree.

It's just that Zhang Mingbo didn't think about it, they are not fighting, and they can wait for you to put on a posture before making a move, isn't this an idle egg?

"It seems that there is no grudge between our Guoshu Pavilion and the Iron Fist Gate, who instructed you to deal with the Guoshu Pavilion?"

Qin Fan walked in front of Zhang Mingbo, it seemed that it was not the Iron Fist Gate that wanted to deal with the Guoshu Pavilion, but this Zhang Mingbo took it upon himself to provoke the Guoshu Pavilion and wanted to force Qin Fan to make a move.

There is no love for no reason in this world, and there is no hate for no reason.

Zhang Mingbo suddenly came to provoke the National Art Museum, and there must be someone behind him. However, what Qin Fan couldn't figure out was who would find such a ninth-rate character to target their National Art Pavilion.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I just went to the National Arts Pavilion to find someone to learn martial arts, and I have no other purpose." Zhang Mingbo is a dead duck with a hard mouth, and he did not confess the mastermind behind the scenes.

"That's right, our going to the Guoshu Pavilion is just a normal martial arts exchange, don't go too far."

"Senior Brother Zhang is right, this is the territory of the Iron Fist Gate, and you can't be presumptuous."

The Iron Fist Sect that injured the students in the National Art Pavilion no longer had the previous arrogance at this time, and there was an expression of jealousy and fear on their faces.

If they had known that Qin Fan and Fang Xiaojun were so violent, more than a dozen brothers of the Iron Fist Sect would not be their opponents, even if they were given a hundred dares, they would not dare to go to the National Art Pavilion to provoke.

As a result, now that someone has knocked on the door, the Iron Fist Gate will be demolished by Qin Fan and Fang Xiaojun.

"In that case, then I'll also communicate with Senior Brother Zhang."

Qin Fan raised a cold smile on his face, and opened his bow left and right according to Zhang Mingbo's face, which was a wild pump.

No matter how thick Zhang Mingbo's skin is, he screamed like a pig in pain when he was beaten by Qin Fan like this, and he almost fainted.

"Stop! Let go of Senior Brother Zhang. ”

Those Iron Fist Sect disciples were stunned, but they were stopped by Fang Xiaojun, and none of them dared to rush up to stop Qin Fan. Zhang Mingbo, who could only watch Qin Fan smoke, doubted life.

Zhang Mingbo was extremely aggrieved and wanted to vomit blood, originally he thought that stepping on Qin Fan to death was as simple as stepping on an ant. How did he know that he didn't have time to show his ability at all, so he was pressed to the ground by Qin Fan and jerked wildly, and he didn't have the strength to fight back at all.

"Don't, don't fight, I said."

Zhang Mingbo finally collapsed, and at this time, he was eager to strangle him to death by instigating him behind his back against Qin Fan and the people of the Guoshu Pavilion.

"Who are you, don't stop me yet!"

But at this moment, a burly figure appeared at the Iron Fist Gate.

Lu Kun saw that the disciples of the Iron Fist Sect were swept away by Qin Fan and Fang Xiaojun, and they were all hung on the tree, his face suddenly became gloomy, and his eyes revealed a killing intent.