"Boy, you're looking for death!"

", who let him in."

"This kid is crazy."

Before Zuo Zhicheng's words fell, the entire Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall fell into an uproar, and most of the martial arts masters and disciples stood up, looking at Zuo Zhicheng's gaze as if they were looking at a dead man.

"It seems to be Jiang Tianzheng's apprentice."

"Is it for Jiang Tianzheng to seek justice?"

"It's too impulsive, if he endures it for ten years and eight years, maybe there will be a chance."

"Let's see what Xiao Jingyang will do."

Although the people of the Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall pointed at Zuo Zhicheng and scolded, no one rushed out without Xiao Jingyang's order. Rihuo looked at Zuo Zhicheng with disdain, still bowing his head and drinking, as if the other party was not worth his attention.

Xiao Changhe frowned, not knowing why he had a bad premonition in his heart.

Xiao Jingyang's face was gloomy, he looked at the plaque that Zuo Zhicheng was stepping on, stood up and waved his hand, and the noise and scolding around him slowly stopped.

He said slowly to Zuo Zhicheng: "Didn't your master teach you what rules are?" He touched the beard on his chin and said lightly: "Since you don't understand the rules, I will teach you today instead of your master." Ahweh, Alun......"

"Don't bother." Zuo Zhicheng moved his hands and feet and twisted his neck: "If you are not convinced after the fight, I will pack up all of you and beat you together." ”

"Fuck off!" A student from the Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall shouted and scolded, and threw a bottle of wine from Zuo Zhicheng's back, aiming at the back of the opponent's head.

How do you know that Zuo Zhicheng is like having eyes in the back of his head, he turned around directly, grabbed the flying wine jar, and then threw it back casually, the speed of flying back was twice as fast as when he came, the man didn't even have time to blink his eyes, he was directly smashed on the head by a wine jar, and fell down with blood.

This moment was like a spark that ignited a barrel of oil, and the whole scene instantly became chaotic, first of all, the people and horses of the Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall immediately stood up, and all rushed towards Zuo Zhicheng in the field.

Some of the people in the other martial arts halls retreated and were reluctant to intervene in order to fight more and fight less.

Some also rushed forward, wanting to teach Zuo Zhicheng a lesson, or show their faces in front of Xiao Jingyang.

And Zuo Zhicheng is like a reef standing in the waves, no matter what kind of attack he makes, he can't be harmed.

Neither with pure speed and strength, nor with the kung fu of the Enma Golden Body, Zuo Zhicheng just stood in place.

One of them raised his fist and hammered it towards his face, and he directly clenched his fist, then twisted his entire arm, and was kicked in the face again, screaming and rolling out.

Another person attacked from the side, a swimming fish palm technique, and the hand knife was like a watermelon knife, stabbing towards Zuo Zhicheng's waist. But he saw that Zuo Zhicheng's hands were like a big grinding plate, directly brushing his outstretched palms, breaking his hand bones into more than a dozen pieces, and withdrawing out with a miserable howl.

Another big man from the Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall let out a low shout, and the whole person was like a goshawk swooping, and a pair of iron claws fell from the sky and grabbed Zuo Zhicheng's head. But he was directly dodged by a square inch, and then he didn't look back, threw a punch to the back of his head, and hammered directly into the opponent's crotch, and the man fell to the ground with a cry of pain, and couldn't stand up again.

There is neither dazzling speed, nor the huge power to tear down houses and walls, Zuo Zhicheng, with the help of his left eye, can see the flow of strength before the opponent makes a move.

Before anyone else makes a move, he already knows what the other party is going to do. So what was presented in front of everyone was an elegant performance like playing the piano, Zuo Zhicheng saw the moves, and the moves were vicious, and the people who were counterattacked were either killed or injured, so many people pounced, and they couldn't let his legs leave the standing position at the same time.

One hand caught the opponent's fist, and the other hand had been directly smashed under the armpit of the other person, and then the person was lifted up by Zuo Zhicheng and thrown to the other people who pounced, these people became a rolling gourd, but Zuo Zhicheng didn't look at it, and then smashed out another punch, directly hitting the stomach of another disciple who flew over.

The flowing movements looked like they had been rehearsed in advance, and none of the movements were superfluous, and the innate qi of the third evolution made Zuo Zhicheng's brain's calculation and memory abilities enhanced again, and with the flow of strength observed by his left eye, it also made him even more terrifying when dealing with these martial artists.

In just a few minutes, more than a dozen people had fallen at his feet, broken muscles and bones, and wailing incessantly.

It is much easier to deal with these humans than Zuo Zhicheng to deal with those corpses that cannot be observed by infrared sight.

The remaining disciples surrounded Zuo Zhicheng, but no one dared to go up for a while.

This series of fierce battles not only surprised the disciples who were the parties involved, but also the martial arts hall masters in the rear looked at each other, a little incredulous.

"What kind of demon magic is this?"

"Such a powerful martial arts, he seems to be very familiar with our martial arts."

"It's incredible, this kid wasn't so powerful more than half a month ago, why is it so fierce now, so many people can't take him?"

"He seems to have used the crosshand of our martial arts gym."

"And the Eighteen Hammers of Chasing the Wind in our martial arts hall."

Xiao Changhe and Zhou Xingyun also stood up in surprise, and the two glanced at each other, their eyes full of incredulity.

"I'll just say...... I'll just say I'm not wrong......" Xiao Changhe ran in the direction of Xiao Jingyang: "Dad, I'll just say it, this kid is a freak, he can see what martial arts he can see." ”

With a snap, Xiao Changhe looked at Xiao Jingyang in a daze, and didn't seem to understand why the other party slapped him.

"Waste." He scolded, then turned his head to look at Sunfire: "Sunfire, clean up this kid." The scene just now made him couldn't help but be frightened, and even he wasn't sure that he could clean it up, and there was a little bit of a powerful Zuo Zhicheng in front of him.

Sunfire threw the half-drunk wine glass directly on the ground: "Damn, hit the old one and the small one." Little bastard, I'll go to your martial arts hall when I clean you up, and then sweep your waste thoroughly, and see who dares to ......"

Before the words fell, a chill appeared on his body, which was the nostalgia for life, the fear of death, and the instinct of life to tell him.

You're going to die.

A pair of pale white palms in the moonlight had touched his cheeks since I didn't know when, and Zuo Zhicheng had already come to the front of the sun fire without anyone seeing it clearly, and his hands were on the other party's cheeks.

"I heard you're very good at fighting?"

"Ah...... Forehead ......"

The surging murderous aura rushed to his face, as if it was rubbing against Sunfire's face, and he wanted to say something, but he felt an indescribable sense of depression flood through his heart, making his hands and feet stiff, unable to say anything.

Rumble! As if he had been hit head-on by a truck, Rihuo had no power to resist, so he was twisted by Zuo Zhicheng and hit his knee. The whole face was like the scene of a car accident, with broken nose bones, rolled lips, and blood flowing.

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