The tall and thin middle-aged man standing behind Jiang Zhen had been silent, Zhou Wenqiang had signaled to Jiang Zhen with his eyes before talking about the secret matter of killing Fan Tingsun, but Jiang Zhen just shook his head and smiled, and did not mean to let the middle-aged man leave.

It can be seen that this person is his confidant.

Zhou Wenqiang has always paid attention to this person, when he said that he was going to join forces with Wang Laoji and take the opportunity of 'surrounding' to kill Fan Tingsun, this person heard Wang Laoji's three words, and suddenly showed a curious and competitive expression, knowing that this person was also a master.

Jiang Zhen wanted to explore his strength, but how did he know that he also wanted to explore Hongxing, since there was a Hongxing master here, of course he couldn't let it go.

If he wants to upgrade his street fighting skills, he has to fight against the masters, and the stronger the opponent, the faster the skill experience will increase.

"Jiang Sheng, let me have a few tricks with this Zhou sir.

This Sir Zhou is probably also a master! ”

The tall and thin middle-aged man spoke in a voice like a cracked stone, like the sound of someone cutting through the glass with a knife, which sounded very uncomfortable.

"It's okay, then ask Sir Zhou to follow me to the back garden."

Jiang Zhen nodded, he was also very curious about Zhou Wenqiang, this Zhou sir looked less than twenty years old, but his calculations were better than countless old rivers and lakes, but he didn't know what his strength was.

The origin of the tall and thin middle-aged man, few people know it when they look at the rivers and lakes of Hong Kong and Jiujiang, but he knows that this is a real 'God of War'.

If it weren't for the drastic changes in the situation on the mainland, it would have been impossible for him to invest in Hongxing's sect back then.

If this young Zhou sir can support ten moves under him to be undefeated, he can rest assured.

Jiang Zhen relied on a watermelon knife to play a loud voice in the rivers and lakes of Hong Kong and Jiujiang, and he was also a good martial artist, this battlefield was bigger and deeper than Wang Laoji's rooftop, and it was where he and his cousins practiced martial arts on weekdays.

"Sir Zhou, please!"

The tall and thin middle-aged man arched his hand at Zhou Wenqiang, and his voice had a strong Shanghai flavor.

Before his words fell, Zhou Wenqiang was already like a speeding train, flying over, rushing to a distance of about one meter from him, and suddenly kicked a large piece of yellow sand with his right foot, blindfolding his eyes.

Street fighting, the most important thing is to adapt measures to local conditions, use all available items, kick the sand charming eyes this kind of trick 'decent family' disdainful, Zhou Wenqiang and Wang Laoji will not hesitate to use it.

Jiang Zhen, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, suddenly showed a look of appreciation, he was also born in a street fight, not only would he not look down on Zhou Wenqiang because of this, but he thought it was an ideal.

The tall and thin middle-aged man smiled slightly, lowered his head, broke through the sand fog, and met Zhou Wenqiang's fist with a punch.

"Bang!"

The two fists intersected, and the bodies of both of them shook slightly, and Zhou Wenqiang only felt that his punch was like hitting the pig iron, and there was a faint pain.

Sure enough, it's a master!

Surprised, but the offensive did not stop at all, his head was lowered, and he slammed his forehead into the chin of the tall and thin middle-aged man.

The tall and thin middle-aged man leaned back, kicked with his right foot, and went straight to Zhou Wenqiang's face, but Zhou Wenqiang's elbows pressed down to block his sky-facing leg, only to feel that his leg slipped, and his strength was inexplicably discharged.

Both figures were as fast as lightning, quickly entwined together.

In the blink of an eye, it was already forty or fifty moves.

Zhou Wenqiang, with the physical fitness of the third-level attribute 'human elite', could not take advantage of it in the slightest.

The tall and thin middle-aged man is also more and more frightened, this Zhou sir doesn't know where to learn a set of magical power techniques, every few punches and legs, there must be a heavy leg punch, so that he feels as if he is irresistible, although he can barely parry, but it will be extremely painful.

This feeling was only felt when he fought with Shen Gangfu, who was the 'master of the house', and he had never encountered such a strong enemy except Shen Gangfu.

"Stop!"

At this moment, even Jiang Zhen saw that Zhou Wenqiang was weird, this kid seemed to be fighting on the street, but he was extremely fast and powerful, and he seemed to have learned hard skills from outside, and even his old friend was a little difficult to parry.

If he continues to fight, his old friend is afraid that he will suffer.

"Sir Zhou, I've seen your skills, stop!

After all, it's just a martial arts competition, not a life-and-death battle. ”

"Good kung fu!"

Jiang Zhen shouted to stop, and the thin middle-aged man just had steps to go down, jumped back more than a meter away, waved his hand, and said, "So far, today will be a draw." ”

Sure enough, the skill experience of the new opponent is growing fast, and at this moment, Zhou Wenqiang's skill experience has accumulated to 5,000 points, and he decisively chose to upgrade the 'Street Fighting Master' to the 'Street Fighting Grandmaster', and he was very satisfied, so he also smiled and stopped his hand.

"Haha, Mr. Jiang's subordinate is really powerful, could it be the legendary 'Hongxing God of War'?"

Jiang Zhen hesitated slightly when he heard this, and he didn't know how to interface, and the thin middle-aged man had already laughed: "I haven't met a good opponent like Zhou Sir for many years.

Meet me, my name is Lin Zhong, and I had a nickname in Shang Beach back then, called Jiaotou! ”

Zhou Wenqiang was stunned: "A husband is in charge, the head of the sect is fast, the prodigal son is a rich man, the student young master, the bear, the tiger, the eagle and the leopard, the glasses and cigarette holders, and the spear cannot escape."

You are the number one master in the thirteen Taibao of Shang Beach, the head of the sect? ”

The head of the sect waved his hand and smiled: "Don't dare to be, I have never considered myself the first, and I am all friends in the rivers and lakes to give face." ”

Zhou Wenqiang frowned and said: "Since you are also among the thirteen Taibao, do you know or even be good friends with the four Taibao under Fan Tingsun?" ”

"Of course not."

The head shook his head: "The name of the Thirteenth Taibao is inherited from generation to generation, and every time someone in the older generation dies or returns to the rivers and lakes, there will be new people selected."

The previous generation of the 13th Taibao was divided into two factions, one faction sacrificed their lives for the national righteousness, and the other faction betrayed the country to seek glory, and under the struggle between each other, now I am the only one left alive.

The four major Taibao around Fan Tingsun are all new generations, and not only do I not know each other, I have no friendship, and I have never even met. ”

"I see."

Zhou Wenqiang nodded, the head of the forest in front of him is really from the movie 'Shang Beach Thirteen Taibao', and in terms of force, it is only under Shen Gangfu, who is in charge of one husband.

And the new Twelve Taibao is at most from the inheritance of this movie.

The head of the sect said: "Although there were a few scum in the Thirteen Taibao back then, most of them were sacrificing their lives and forgetting death, and their righteousness was thin and cloudy!"

I don't want the new generation of Thirteen Taibao to be willing to be Fan Tingsun's lackey! Help him make flour and walk white noodles, according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, no matter the Hongmen Qing Gang, it can't be tolerated!

I'm about to get rid of these scum, so on the day that Zhou Sir killed Fan Tingsun, you might as well count me as one! ”

"Haha, with the help of the head of the sect, that's foolproof!

That's it!

Mr. Jiang, the head of the sect, this time let's uproot Fan Tingsun! ”

Zhou Wenqiang laughed, hugged his fists slightly at the two, and left.

Two days later, on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, there will be wind and rain in Hong Kong, Kowloon, and Jianghu!