Chapter Seventy-Four: Tang Dashao, a Natural Rebel (2)

"Grandma's legs! you! โ€

Zhang Deli was furious, picked up the water pipe and slashed it at Tang Guobin's head, the little brother was slapped in the face, no one could bear it, tonight's battle was decided.

The younger brothers behind him saw that the boss was fierce one by one, and picked up the water pipe in his hand and beckoned to Tang Guobin. Ah Luo didn't expect Tang Dashao to be so violent, and he joined the battle circle with a pluice on his face, and the two faced more than a dozen, and there was no ambiguity at all.

Tang Guobin played a nunchuck, those men with water pipes were knocked down several times without getting close, A Luo snatched a water pipe and fought with Zhang Deli in one place, both of them walked a fierce road, and the two water pipes were so sparkling that they were particularly dazzling in the night.

Xu Qing stayed in the car and watched a wonderful fight, Tang Guobin's nunchucks were called a stick, less than ten minutes, there was a tumbling and howling gangster on the ground, except for the northeasterners who were right with A Luo, all the gangsters lost their combat effectiveness, this guy sandwiched the nunchucks under his ribs, and leaned on a locomotive as a spectator.

The Northeast Yankee who fought against Ah Luo gradually fell behind, and he received two hard blows in the back, if it weren't for his strong body, ordinary people would have fallen on the ground and hummed, it seems that there is still a certain gap between the top soldiers from the Marine Corps and the retired โ–กโ–ก of the Special Combat Team.

The water pipe in the hands of the two has become a curved ruler under the fierce collision, Zhang Deli's strength is not as good as Ah Luo, plus he is injured, he barely supported a few rounds and was knocked on the waist by a water pipe, holding his waist and stumbling two steps, Ah Luo swept the neck of the goods sideways, and directly knocked him unconscious.

Bang Bang Bang ...... The diners in the open-air barbecue square enjoyed a full martial arts parade, and they didn't know who drove them to applaud, and the applause suddenly rang out for a long time.

Tang Guobin pursed his lips and said, "A bunch of pus, the young master has not enjoyed it." โ€

Xu Qing poked his head out of the car window and shouted, "What a fart in ink!" If you've had enough, come and drive. โ€

Arrow drove the Land Rover to open the way, using the bumper on the front of the car to push the locomotive in front of him directly, and the two cars sped away, leaving only the gangsters screaming all over the ground.

Tang Guobin sent Xu Qing to the gate of Huijing Garden, and repeatedly told him several times before driving away. It was already one o'clock in the morning, Xu Qing saw that there were only a few dim lights left in the villa, and estimated that everyone had already fallen asleep, so he entered lightly with a suitcase, turned on the light in the living room, and found that Wang Lao was sitting on the sofa looking at him with burning eyes.

"Master, why haven't you rested yet?" Xu Qing walked to the sofa and sat down, and put the suitcase in his hand on the coffee table.

Wang Lao smiled slightly and asked, "Have you eaten and drunk enough?" โ€

Xu Qing nodded, Wang Lao took out a recording pen from his arms and put it on the coffee table, and said lightly: "There is a Zhengyang Gong here that you practice first, and there is one thing that the teacher must make clear to you, Tang Xiaozi is born with a backbone, this skill must not be passed on to him, and it will be destroyed immediately after memorizing it." โ€

"Master, this kind of thing is not reliable!" Xu Qing has the heart to defend Tang Guobin, and he believes that these so-called theories of fate lack basis.

Wang Lao said with a dignified expression: "The pinna of the human body is short, the back of the head is protruding, and the road is light and unreal, Tang Xiaozi is not only anti-bone, but also a full short-lived appearance, if there is no body and luck of the person to protect the life is only thirty years old, to practice Zhengyang Gong must be a child's body, otherwise he will die of blood." โ€