"What if I bullied you, wouldn't it?"

Qin Zheng's words were still sharp, but he couldn't stop sneering in his heart. His Liao family doesn't care if others are happy or not, and forcibly arrests people back and puts them under house arrest, isn't this bullying? It's good now, just allow yourself to bully others with peace of mind, and when it's their turn to do this, they will immediately explode, showing that the world is so unfair to me? Anyway, I, Zhao Ritian, was the first to disagree...... Tsk, it's so thick-skinned!

As everyone knows, there is a good saying, you always have to pay it back when you come out, since you know how to bully others, you must be prepared to be bullied by others one day.

As for if you are a glass heart, you can't accept this reality, I'm sorry, when others bully you, I don't have the heart to accompany you to chirp crookedly and accept your various unsatisfactory demands. After all, once upon a time, when did you respect someone's opinion when you went to bully?

"Look for death!" The other party's caustic words directly made He Nanshan's cold and hard old face take on a distorted shape, gritting his teeth, and the muscles on his face trembled.

Qin Zheng smiled disdainfully: "You have to fight hard to speak, and you are not afraid of the wind and flashing your tongue!" Then he didn't continue to talk nonsense with others, and rushed straight to the old guy in front of him.

Between the steps, there was not as imagined, and every step made the ground tremble with a strong momentum, and it was not like the kind of wild horse that had taken off the reins and went on a rampage.

Qin Zheng's steps were very light, seemingly unhurried, but in fact he was fast, and he had already appeared in front of He Nanshan in the blink of an eye, raised a fist, without too many fancy and complicated movements, and smashed directly into the opponent's head.

The strength of the other party has already been seen, where does He Nanshan dare to have the slightest support, he didn't have time to vent the depression and anger in his heart, frowned, and hurriedly dodged to the side with a solemn face.

Rao knew that this opponent was very strong and a great threat to him, but He Nanshan, who had experienced a hundred battles and was not weak in his own strength, how could he retreat directly because he encountered a strong enemy.

Fear is fear, but since the other party has taken the initiative to provoke himself and the Liao family, whether it is for the dignity of the Liao family or the arrogance of being a warrior, this battle is inevitable!

"There are a few of them."

Qin Zheng slapped away the other party's blow that went straight to his heart, and at the same time, he was a little surprised and a little clear in his heart.

The reason why Qin Zheng was surprised was because he really didn't expect that there would be a master of such a level of strength in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and then he thought about the Mu Guangtao Mu Ye who was known as the first fierce man on the Suzhou and Hangzhou Road that he met before, compared with the one in front of him, he was not at the same level at all.

In this way, Qin Zheng can also figure it out, why the Liao family twenty years ago could dominate the road in Suzhou, Hangzhou and even Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and the one in front of him is definitely a sword in the hands of the old guy of the Liao family, how many people can block its edge at that time?

However, even if he is a sharp sword, it's a pity that I met my master, a person who specializes in folding swords, since you accidentally provoked Lao Tzu, then you can only be blamed for your bad luck!

Although He Nanshan's claws are sharp, they are ruthless and tricky.

Qin Zheng's fists were also swift and domineering, and under the momentum of flowing fists and feet, they directly suppressed the opponent to death, not giving the opponent any time to breathe at all.

Since your claws are good at attacking aggressively, I'm going to let you have a chance to attack actively...... I have to admit that Qin Zheng's mind at this moment is a little naughty. did not rush to find an opportunity to defeat the enemy with one move, using both fists and feet, attacking layer after layer, like a surging tide one after another, directly forcing the opponent into a completely passive situation, and could only concentrate on a defensive posture, without the power to fight back.

Qin Zheng's attack became more and more fierce and fast, but He Nanshan's forced defense became more and more difficult, his breath gradually became a little disordered, and his chest rose and fell.

The years are a pig-killing knife, and Rao is his He Nanshan's experience and perception of fighting, how it has become richer and richer under the precipitation of the years, but after all, he is old, his bones are old, and once the battle lasts too long, his physical strength is not enough, which is certain.

What's more, Qin Zheng had a bad heart from the beginning, and he suppressed it from beginning to end, and he didn't give him any time to breathe.

I don't know if I didn't pay attention to the rise of the fight, or I lost the interest in continuing to play with each other. Taking advantage of a flaw exposed in the opponent's parry, Qin Zheng kicked him suddenly, directly on the opponent's lower abdomen, and directly kicked him several feet away.

He Nanshan is naturally not very human, he received a kick from the other party, although his face turned pale in an instant, but it was not enough to be fatal, when his body fell to the ground, he rolled over the situation, and actually stood up again, holding his stomach with one hand, and a painful and ugly cough came out of his throat, but his eyes were vigilantly staring at his opponent, and he did not dare to relax for a second.

Qin Zheng stood in place, did not continue to bully himself, and did not see the slightest hint of triumph after taking advantage of his face, but frowned slightly, looked at the old man with an expression that he couldn't read, and said a little tentatively: "Wind Splitting Claw? ”

Hearing this, He Nanshan's expression was instantly shocked, his face was shocked compared to before, and he asked in a deep voice: "How do you know that this is the Wind Splitting Claw, who are you!" ”

He Nanshan is good at using claws, and he is fierce and domineering, which is not a secret in Suzhou and Hangzhou Dao, but no one knows what his kung fu is or who he studied from beginning to end.

Even Liao Gengyong and He Nanshan never mentioned anything in this regard.

Wind Splitting Claw, although not as powerful as its name, is a powerful kung fu after all.

At the beginning, with coarse sand sharpening, continuous hitting practice, you need to grind a basin of coarse sand into fine sand to be a slight success, and then replace it with hot iron sand, continue to hit, until the original angular iron sand is polished by the claws of the sleek, at this time it is reluctantly into the room. As for Dacheng, it is rumored that he can pierce the steel plate with his bare hands, of course, people who have practiced this kind of fire, even He Nanshan has only heard of it in legends.

And although this set of kung fu originated in ancient China, it has long been lost in China. The reason why He Nanshan learned it was because he studied under a Burmese of Chinese descent.

When He Nanshan was young, he was killed because of his bravery, and then fled to Southeast Asia smuggling, but he met a master by chance and worshipped his master, and later the master was killed by the enemy, and he and another apprentice of the master were also almost killed.

They fled separately, He Nanshan fled to Huaxia alone, and he was saved by Liao Gengyong when he only had half a life left, and turned to work for this life-saving benefactor. As for that senior brother, there has been no news so far, and I don't know if he is alive or dead.

At this moment, He Nanshan heard that the young man in front of him actually said his kung fu reputation, how could he not be shocked.

Because of this kung fu, apart from the three of them, there are no other people in this world who can do it, and they have even heard of it.

Now that the master has been dead for more than 20 years, He Nanshan himself has never told anyone what his kung fu name is, and suddenly a young man suddenly recognized it at a glance, how could he not think about it.

"That's right." Although the other party did not answer positively, his reaction had already given Qin Zheng a positive answer, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly and smiled: "I wasn't going to kill you, but now...... I've got your life done! ”

He Nanshan's eyes were about to split, and he asked loudly: "Who are you, why do you know about the Wind Splitting Claw, and what is the relationship between you and Wu Lundi!" ”

"Oh, so his name is Wu Lundi." Qin Zheng smiled, and then his eyebrows were gloomy: "Then wait for you to go to hell and ask him in person." ”

Although the memories on that small island that can be called hell, Qin Zheng is not willing to recall them now, but there are some things that he can't really forget after all, Rao can choose to ignore some things in ordinary times, but once touched, the tide of memory opens, and some pictures are still fresh in his memory.

If the best memory left on that island for him is naturally the thin and strong shadow he met there that he can't forget in his life, he survived the dark years that seemed to have no tomorrow together, and then walked out of that island together......

But if the darkest memory there is undoubtedly that short middle-aged man, Qin Zheng doesn't know much about him...... Burmese, instructors, cruel methods, and...... It's a pervert.

Qin Zheng had seen with his own eyes how this person tortured a girl who was only twelve or thirteen years old on the island to death.

On that island, those who didn't meet the training standards or failed to complete the assessment task ended up dying, but in most cases, they were just taken away and disposed of secretly. However, for some girls, once they are abandoned and unfortunately fall into the hands of that pervert, the end is undoubtedly worse than death.

Even after each time, this man would always hold his bloody paws in front of those who survived, and with a look of reverberating enjoyment, telling how he slowly tortured people to death, and then tore them into pieces with his own hands and threw them into the sea to feed the sharks.

Whenever that time, Rao is one of these people who have experienced all kinds of inhuman cruel and bloody scenes, and they can't help but feel a strong feeling of nausea and vomiting.

Therefore, he finally had enough strength later, before he walked out of the island, Qin Zheng broke the tendons and tendons of this pervert, and used the killing method that this person gave him at the beginning, smashing his bones inch by inch, but he did not let him die, and even gave him stimulants, so that he could still maintain a clear consciousness, and finally dragged him to the sea, threw it into the sea, and watched him scream in despair, so that the shark that smelled blood in the sea and rushed over was directly torn apart.

Some people love the house and the black, and naturally there are also people who hate the house and the black.

Since it was determined that the old guy in front of him and the pervert were in the same family, Qin Zheng naturally didn't mind taking this life, so he should find a companion for the pervert underground.

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Liao's West Wing.

One night, although the quality of sleep cannot be too good, but after experiencing strong winds and waves, Li Jichun naturally could not be scared of sleeplessness because of these things, as usual, got up early, after washing up, ate the breakfast sent by the bodyguard outside, and sat on the edge of the bed, with a medical box on the bed that had accompanied him for more than 20 years.

The medicine box was passed down from his master, and even going back some years, the shape is not exquisite, but it is better than the practicality in the simplicity and unpretentiousness, it is said that a hundred years ago, I don't know how many generations of their ancestors cured the stubborn illness of a certain emperor, and the saint asked people to personally create and then give it down.

Because of the age, the surface of the medicine box is a little black, but if a discerning person sees it, he will definitely be surprised, because this is a real red sandalwood object, and the materials used are very neat, and it is definitely a priceless unique product now.

Li Jichun opened the medicine box, carefully holding a cloth clip with both hands, after opening, a row of silver needles of one length and one short, flashing with a breathtaking edge, Li Jichun looked at this row of silver needles that had not been used for many years, a gentle smile appeared on his face, but his eyes were slightly distracted, and he didn't know what he was recalling.

Shaking his head, he put his things back away, closed the medicine box, limped to the side and poured a glass of boiled water, blowing carefully.

Bone injury, even if it is so serious that it has been judged as disabled by the hospital, but what is the difficulty of curing it, however, after all, there is a hurdle in his heart, a hurdle that cannot be passed, how can he be willing.

It is said that the healer has the heart of his parents, however, even the most sacred-hearted healer is still a person after all, and he has feelings for people, he will be happy and sad, he will love and hate!

How could he be willing to heal the offspring of the man who had single-handedly separated himself from his wife, so that he had indirectly caused her death?

It is true that he Li Jichun has the heart of a doctor, but he is by no means a saint who can repay his grievances with virtue. The grace of dripping water will be repaid with a gushing spring, and the revenge of killing his wife must be made to be irreversible in order to relieve the hatred in his heart.

A miracle doctor who claims to be able to live the flesh and bones of the dead, but he is a cripple with a broken leg, which sounds like a joke, however, it is not that Li Jichun can't cure his broken leg, but he doesn't want to, he doesn't dare, there is some pain and hatred, after all, he needs to leave a mark to make people remember it more deeply. He was afraid that he would cure himself, but he slowly forgot the pain and hatred he had endured at the beginning.

Therefore, he chose to be a cripple, every step is a reminder of the hatred in his heart, which cannot be eliminated or dispersed, even if he can't repay it in this life, he must clearly remember it for a lifetime, not in this life, and in the next life, in the next life......

At this moment, there were suddenly a few faint muffled sounds outside the door, and as soon as Li Jichun stood up and was about to go out to take a look, the door had already been pushed open from the outside.

Looking at the young man who Shi Shiran entered the door, Li Jichun opened his mouth and looked surprised.