[032] Caught in a bitter struggle
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Almost all places in this "Shenwu Kyushu" have places such as private schools and martial arts halls, but they are not necessarily sects, just like normal shops, they only do business - collect money and teach kung fu.
The rich man Zheng found such a well-known martial arts hall for his son to learn art. Two years later, that is, today, after spending more than 1,500 taels of silver, Zheng Biao finally entered the "Second Heaven of the Quenching Body Realm", became a martial artist, and learned a set of good martial arts, and immediately went home to find revenge on that enemy.
With four family members behind him, Zheng Biao arrived in front of the Qingyunguan Gate, looked up at the plaque hanging high on the lintel: "Qingyunguan", hummed and sneered, I didn't think that I hadn't seen him for two years, this horse beard let him Lao Tzu be assigned to this temple to be a Taoist priest, and I don't know if I haven't seen it for two years, whether the kung fu of this fight has fallen, if it is too weak, Lao Tzu will start lightly, let you call us "Three Masters" It's just that.
Shook his head triumphantly, tilted his neck and posed with a squirming death, this trick was still learned by him from the county town, he looked quite imposing at the beginning, and he didn't know if he learned it today. shouted to the entourage behind him: "Come on, set out the carriage and horses, give me the third master, come forward and call the battle-"
"Third young master, the master said, don't be too public......"
"Fart, third master, I'll beat that bastard to the big one, don't clean him up well, I'm not at ease in my life, shout at me, scold me-"
"Hey, okay, listen to the words of the third young master. ”
A dog-legged minion-like family member came out of the crowd, stood under the door, and shouted shyly: "Qingyun Guan can pant for Lao Tzu——"
The two little Taoist priests on duty in front of the view were stunned when they saw this, hey, what does this mean, Qingyun Guan Liguan has not seen such a thing in the past hundred years? Before he could step forward to ask, he saw that the gray-shirted man continued to shout: "Zheng Sanye, the hero of Qingyang Town, came to Qingyun Guan to pay a visit, and summoned Ma Zhiyong to come out to answer, Zheng Sanye has heard of Ma Dao's name and is brave, and today he has come to ask for advice!"
A set of cuts in the rivers and lakes is half-baked, but there is a half-grown child standing behind him. The two little Taoist priests guarding the door saw that they were looking for a fight, and they were all so excited that they opened their teeth and claws, and they didn't report to the elders, one guarded the front door, and the other hurriedly went back to the temple to find Ma Yunyong.
It's very boring to learn the scriptures and chant the number in the view, how can there be this fight, especially when someone comes to the door to find it.
The little Taoist priest who ran back to the temple excitedly preached everywhere along the way, "Someone is knocking on the door." As a result, the little Taoist priests in the entire temple were excited.
It just so happened that this scene made Ye Qingxuan, who was avoiding the "Qingyun Double Evil" and wandering around in the view, touch it squarely.
Zheng Biao waited for a while, and his neck was a little sore, and he secretly said that the style of the young master in this city is really not good. Just when he was rubbing his neck and complaining, there was a sudden buzz in the gate of Qingyunguan, and more than a dozen little Taoist priests poured out, one by one, like a monkey who had seen a banana, screaming, and carrying some brooms, mops, door latches, rolling pins and the like in his hands.
Although Zheng Biao has succeeded in martial arts, he is now also a martial artist of the "Second Heaven of the Quenching Body Realm", and he also has four subordinates by his side, all of whom are street heroes who can fight under Zheng Daguan's hands, although these dozen or so little Taoist priests all look underage, but their two fists are hard to beat with four hands, how can these little Taoist priests have the appearance of a monk, they are all carrying a guy in their hands, grunting, swallowing and spitting, Zheng Biao secretly regretted that he should not be so big, and the situation in front of him seems to be a bit of a big deal.
"Less, less...... Master, let's run...... Run!"
A few of the family members on the side saw that the situation was not good, so they had the idea of smearing oil on the soles of their feet, but the master's house was still here, and if he ran away first, this rice bowl would be smashed.
"Run, run a fart, the third master is a big deal to die on the battlefield today, and he will never retreat!"
I finally got a little confidence, if I had to run here, I really didn't have the courage to challenge Ma Dabeard again in the future. It's a big deal to be beaten again, lie down for a few more months, what a big deal!
Thinking of this, Zheng Sanbiao's courage suddenly strengthened, and the fierce temper of these three biaozi also came up.
In the end, Sanbiaozi is still a little tigerish, and it is estimated that he was beaten a little skinny when he was a child.
The master and servant of the Zheng family, just as they were thinking about it, heard a huge voice roaring from behind the crowd.
"Sanbiaozi, you stinky and shameless pickled shit, you dare to call the third master in front ......of your third master? Do you dare to call your master? Have you asked your third master?"
The crowd flashed, and a tall and bearded little adult burst out.
It was Ma Yunyong.
Seeing that Ma Yunyong finally appeared, Zheng Biao's little heart, which was originally a bit up and down, fell to the ground.
Because he knows that this product is the same as himself, although he is splashy, he also pays attention to his face, as long as he calls the number and takes the roll call, it is a one-to-one situation, and no third pair is allowed to intervene.
Moistening his throat, Zheng Biao sneered at Ma Yunyong: "Silly big man, hum, are you finally willing to come out to see me?" Sue you, Lao Tzu came back this time to seek revenge on you." It's a nice day...... I didn't say it, let's calculate the new hatred and old hatred together......"
"Oh, I haven't seen you for two years, my temper is good, my skin and flesh are tight, okay - let your third master Ma loosen your muscles and bones today. ”
After speaking, Ma Yunyong grabbed his fist and rushed towards Zheng Biao.
A contemptuous smile immediately appeared on Zheng Biao's face. "Spread it all out for Lao Tzu-" Zheng Biao shouted, Yun Yong, who was hedged over, didn't care, only to see Zheng Biao kicking on the ground on tiptoe, rubbing the ground and jumping up, moving like a cunning rabbit, and at the same time, one side of the body, flashed Yun Yong's fist, stretched out with one palm, and hit Yun Yong's chest is a palm, Ma Yunyong hurriedly returned to the first gear of the fist, not wanting Zheng Biao's moves to be old yet, so he flipped it with one hand, like piercing Yun Qiaoyan, directly bypassing Yun Yong's fist, and at the same time turned his palm into a fist, and with a bang, it hit Yun Yong's chest.
Zheng Biao was full of strength this time, Ma Yunyong only felt a huge force bombarding him, and the figure that was one size bigger than Zheng Biao was immediately beaten upside down and flew out, with a grunt, and fell to the ground on his back.
Zheng Biao retracted his fist and stood up, very proud, and said with a smile: "How is it? Silly big man, Lao Tzu's fist is enough to taste, right?"
"Hmph, I didn't think I would see you for less than two years, and your kid had learned such a skill. Ma Yunyong spat at the mouth, got up, slapped his clothes twice, and said with a smile: "Kung fu is good, but it's a pity that the strength is too small, like a girl......"
Zheng Biao's face sank, and he said in a sullen voice: "Sue you, stupid big man, the third master came back today to clean you up." The third master is no longer a person with you, Lao Tzu has already had a sense of qi, and now he is the 'second heaven of the quenching realm', and he is a real martial artist. ”
Wow –
The crowd of onlookers was in an uproar for a while.
This ordinary person is not at the same level as a martial artist at all, no matter how strong his body is, he is by no means the opponent of a martial artist with internal strength. This Zheng Biao came to provoke with bad intentions, and this competition was not fair at all.
A few thoughtful little Taoist priests, when they saw that Yun Yong was going to suffer, turned around and ran back to the temple to find the uncle on duty.
Ma Yunyong rubbed his chest, the stuffy feeling there was really uncomfortable, but he didn't hurt his muscles and bones, and he should still be able to endure it.
Thinking of this, Ma Yunyong smiled lightly and sneered at Zheng Biao: "Congratulations, San Biaozi, the martial artist who entered the realm, your old Zheng family is considered to have green smoke from the ancestral tomb, but it's a pity ......."
"What a pity?"
"But it's a pity, no matter how strong you are as a martial artist, your fists are still as soft as a girl......"
Zheng Biao was instantly furious.
"Shame on me, lie down for me-"
rushed towards Yun Yong head-on again, Yun Yong was not to be outdone, rushed over head-on and punched again, Zheng Biao dodged on the side, Yun Yong followed with another punch, Zheng Biao turned around, but he was on Yun Yong's side, and he swiped the root of his palm with one hand, hitting the root of Yun Yong's ear. This time it hit the vital point, and Yun Yong's whole person instantly hit upward, and then fell to the ground weakly.
At the moment of his palm, Ma Yunyong only felt that his head was buzzing all of a sudden, the light in front of him dimmed, and the surroundings suddenly darkened.
It's not good, I'm going to faint. Ma Yunyong was frightened, ruthless, and bit his tongue violently, and the sudden pain pulled Ma Yunyong back from the brink of fainting.