Su Mu coughed lightly, the qi in his body was about to move, and when he was about to do something, another voice with discordant tone and content came from behind the two.

"Who is it who came to my Divine Fist Hall to make noise, it turned out to be you, it seems that this face is swollen, and you can't fight again?"

In the blink of an eye, I saw five or six bald heads with sturdy tops walking from the backyard of the Shenquan Hall, and their smooth heads reflected the light of Qi Brush in the sun, and the scene was extremely shocking.

Although the Shenquan Hall does not belong to the Shi family, it is a teacher of the Shaolin lineage, and many inner disciples still maintain the fine tradition of shaving their heads, but this bearing and style are far from the Buddhist family.

"Feng Xiantang!"

The young son of the Liu family showed anger on his face, and when he saw the left cheek of this shiny bald head, he felt a faint pain, and at this time, he felt even more hatred when he pierced this stubble in front of everyone.

The sons of several families who followed also glared angrily at the several bald heads who came, and scolded directly with a bad temper.

"The mischievous breed of the Divine Fist Hall has a shameless act of doing a siege! Phew! ”

"The fake monk in the boxing hall gnaws on the Buddhist scriptures! It's really a loss of morality from the ancestors, teaching you a bunch of hooligans. ”

"Don't do this kind of behavior, and incur the punishment of the master of the Fisherman's Pavilion, be careful to make your hall master angry again."

The bald heads on the side had blood vessels stretched under their brown skin, and a wave of qi surged.

"A few people who have lived to the dog have the courage to come to my Divine Fist Hall again and shout! Have you forgotten how you knelt down and begged for mercy a few days ago? ”

"The qi is vain, and the footsteps are also vain, I really don't know if you are your own child, but you are also a family that has produced a few masters of the Qi Fu realm, how did your generation not achieve such virtue!"

"I think you dogs should hurry up and keep a seed while you're young, be careful that you can't break your family's incense if you get up again the next day!"

The two sides were tense, they couldn't lose anything if they lost the position, and the scolding words became more and more ugly and simple, until they all returned to the greetings of the eighteenth generation of their ancestors, and finally couldn't help it and started to do it!

Each family has its own martial arts heritage, which is more complicated, and the Shenquan Hall practices boxing alone, and the two sides are tense and you come and go, and the fight is colorful.

Song Xiaoyu's eyes widened, and she looked at this group of people who began to roll over each other as soon as they met, feeling a little unreal.

We, Fisherman's Court, don't we have to lose face?

Su Mu was very calm, glanced at Song Xiaoyu, saw his stupid look, kicked him, and asked, "Did you investigate why these two sides were fighting last time?" ”

Song Xiaoyu thought about it carefully and said: "Probably because of that incident, several people drank a lot at the time, and there was a conflict in the restaurant, and later even some people above the strength of the two five-story buildings took action, and this matter was finally forcibly stopped by an order from His Excellency the fisherman, and we will issue them specific punishment rules, that's all." ”

Su Mu gradually frowned.

In the final analysis, the Divine Fist Hall is an external force, and it is understandable to be suppressed by these local martial artist families, and it is normal for juniors to have conflicts, and there are many such chaotic conflicts in other places, but there are people with more than the strength of the five-story building intervening, and this situation has basically not happened.

Although there is no explicit rule, if the martial artists above the fifth floor intervene in the conflict, the nature will change, not only the conflict between these juniors, but also the fierce conflict between the two forces.

The Fisherman's Pavilion has absolutely zero tolerance for this situation, and in Su Mu's opinion, in this case, it is only right that the commissioners above the seven-story building should be directly dispatched to hold the leaders of the two forces accountable, and the two sides of the direct conflict should be dealt with seriously.

But according to the advice given by the branch at the beginning, it was only to impose some fines on these families and the Divine Fist Hall to affect their status in the organization, and it could not hurt their muscles and bones at all.

"Don't you ...... above?"

Su Mu was slightly startled, and seemed to understand.

He took a deep breath, a little stunned in his heart.

This river and lake is too far behind the imaginary happiness and enmity.

Everyone, every force, is uncomfortable!

It's just because of the Lan organization that is above all the forces in the rivers and lakes.

Fisherman's Court, Fisherman, it's really aptly named!

Su Mu no longer thought about this uncomfortable thing, and secretly observed the fight between the two sides.

It's not very intense, both sides seem to be holding on to a degree, but it's still colorful.

Liu Chengnan's jumping high is somewhat similar to the trick he stole from Mo Ge, but his move routine is to focus on the next three ways, and the Shenquan Hall takes the road of three ways, but attaches great importance to the training of pile skills.

A bald head roared angrily, the muscles of his arms bulged, and he ran wildly, directly throwing Chen Jiachen to the ground, and the scene suddenly became a little indescribable.

A sturdy bald head on the top was pressed hard, and Chen Wuxian, who was flushed below, was dressed in a rough manner and looked frightened, but the tips of his fingers were curved like eagle claws, frequently poking at the bald head's body.

This luck fingertip move is somewhat interesting, Su Mu also learned Chen Wuxian's move, secretly sent the air machine to his fingertips, tracing and practicing little by little, and then raised his hand slightly, five energetic qi shot out, deep into the concrete floor, and Song Xiaoyu beside him was shocked.

Su Mu raised his arm slightly, looked at the trembling fingertips and frowned slightly: "There is no supporting foreign kung fu, this trick is just a way to burn jade, you still have to be cautious......"

Taking a deep breath, he drove the qi to run for a while, and resolved the pain in his fingertips, Su Mu stepped on his feet, and his body swept into the courtyard, and began to watch the senior brother Feng Xiantang of the inner door of the Divine Fist Hall who fought alone against the three sons of the family.

Looking at the front yard that was demolished and the root of the wall remained, Su Mu suddenly remembered the person who smashed all the way in to find him.

This senior brother really lives up to this name, every punch is supported by abundant qi and blood, and the qi attached to the fist is very violent, and when a punch is struck, I don't know if it is bone or air, making a sound like a gong.

One person fights three people, but he steadily parries the stormy attack of the family.

Each punch seemed to be calculated, blocking several attacks that landed at the same point but were not the same person, and not only that, but it was also able to do it with ease, and the fists in defense were like a thousand thunderbolts, smashing into the bodies of several people.

This hand cannon hammer kung fu is much stronger than Mo Ge.

Su Mu had seen Mo Ge and those qi refiners and martial artists fight in the small secret realm where the qi refiners were stationed, and the group battle style he used was exactly the same as that of this Feng Pao Tang, all of which were born from the cannon hammer kung fu of the long fist, each punch implied a tyrannical qi machine, but the moves were one and the same, as long as it was hit by that, the qi attached to the fist would explode, accompanied by Qianjun's fist power, it could directly smash the bones to pieces, it was really a too hardcore foreign kung fu.

"Feng Xiantang estimates that he has to have the strength of a quadruple building, but those few are only a second-tier building, and the victory or defeat has already been divided!"

Su Mu shook his head, the martial artist stepped into the four-story building, the biggest difference is the internal force, as long as the internal qi still exists, the qi will be endless, what do these people do with Feng Fei Tang?

Feng Paotang's cannon hammer kung fu is slow work and meticulous work, which is not easy to steal, and the kung fu of the remaining few family members is commonplace, and he can't see any essence, so he doesn't have to steal.

Su Mu pursed his lips in some disappointment and continued to run outside to observe the other side's battle.

"Why haven't you seen the high-level leaders of the two forces to stop it until now?"

Su Mu frowned, walked to the door, and saw Song Xiaoyu, who was still standing there stupidly, so he was angry and kicked him on the ass.

"It's so rampant that my Fisherman's Pavilion is gone! Song Xiaoyu, call someone! ”

Song Xiaoyu made a bitter face, patted the shoe prints on her buttocks, and dialed Wei Zizhou's phone.