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Mo Yi looked at the vast hills in front of him, and couldn't help but feel that his soul was clear, since he left Tang Zichen's residence and started to act from Guangdong Province, he walked north on foot, measuring the earth with his feet wholeheartedly, walking at sunrise, the moon was bright, and the mountains and rivers were reflected in his heart.

After walking for a month, Mo Yi began to care whether he was walking in the city or in the wilderness, entering the city was with the light, and leaving the city with the wingspan of the eagle.

Here, Mo Yi polished his soul while walking, and waited for the stone to break through in obscurity.

That Tang Zichen had just communicated well with that side during this time, about the ring match, with her current physical and mental strength, she felt a lot of struggle, all kinds of nonsense, as well as security and safety, detailed planning, and even gave a lot of promises over there, before she finally determined this thing, if it wasn't for the fact that it was also intentional to show its muscles in Asia, maybe it would be really difficult to talk about it, after all, the capital ring is still of this scale, and once something happens, it will be another "9.11".

Just as Tang Zichen finally breathed a sigh of relief for this matter, and sat down for a few minutes, her eyes suddenly flickered, only to see her close her eyes and think for a while, then took out the phone and broadcast it.

Mo Yi was about to enter the city at this time, walking on the side of the road and looking at the passing vehicles, his mobile phone trembling slightly.

"Hey."

"I've already done it here, but what that means over there is that they're going up too."

"Yes, but tell them that life or death doesn't matter."

"Of course."

Mo Yi hung up the phone, squinted his eyes and looked at the sky, the bigger the bureau, the more interesting it is, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Now that Zichen has done it, Mo Yi thought for a while, then it is most likely that the fish attracted is not big enough, after all, the fragrance (name) and taste (qi) of my bait may not be enough, since this is the case, I will add fire.

"The day and the month are practiced, and the mood of the month is quiet and quiet. If you can still maintain a quiet and quiet artistic conception in this noisy place, then you will be considered home. "In the noisy bar street of Beiliang, a man is tasting this colorful red dust.

Suddenly, a woman walked in, the man's eyes lit up, and then the woman also noticed that the man took the initiative to come over.

"You're interested in coming here, too?" The two men were clearly acquainted.

"It's coming to you. Something big is wrong. The woman said.

"What's the big deal?" The young man smiled unconcernedly. It seems that there is nothing in this world that can arouse his heart.

"Two months later, a man came to Beijing to set up a ring to meet the warriors of the three kingdoms in China. Only about victory or defeat, not about life and death! ”

"Oh? Who is so angry? Can you let him go down there? The man came interested.

"The people of the Tang Sect, I heard that Tang Zichen personally took action to talk with that side for a month before talking, and that side also has his own ideas in private, and he has been practicing boxing for half a year, and he is already close to Tang Zichen!"

"What!" The young man's fingers tightened, and his eyes narrowed into two slits in an instant, only to see the light reflected from the pupils, stabbing the woman in front of her involuntarily blinked.

The young man's fingers tightened, and his eyes narrowed into two slits for a moment, only to see the light reflected from the pupils, which made the woman in front of him blink her eyelids involuntarily.

He inherited the Wudang Pure Yang Sword Technique of Jiugong Mountain, the master is also a Hongmen boss, and Tang Zichen is also a famous elder-level figure in Hongmen, but he later established himself in Tangmen, and it is unimaginable that he can approach her in half a year of boxing.

"Jiang Hai, aren't you very powerful? Any ideas? The woman asked.

"That's it? Who is he? Did you know or not? The man known as Jiang Hai spoke in a calm tone, not knowing what he was thinking, and there seemed to be a little eyebrow in his eyes.

"That person is not well-known in China, and he came back with Tang Zichen recently, I don't know who she is, Tang Zichen is willing to spend so much effort to help him Zhang Luo." The woman seemed to speak with a little disdain.

"Huh? Recently, when he returned to China with Tang Zichen, Tang Zichen helped at any cost. Jianghu's eyelids jumped, and a vague image appeared in his heart, which was still passed from his master, who could help Tang Zichen get through the pressure and chase of Hongmen together, and even if it weren't for the fact that he had left a mercy in the past, he would have been greatly injured by Hongmen.

"Brother Jiang Hai, you are the descendant of the Wudang Nine Palaces Pure Yang Sword. Some people in the Beijing circle say that you are the most outstanding master with Duan Guochao, a Shaolin. A Wudang. But in fact, you also know that Duan Guochao was played, and you are because of your prominent family background and the compliments of others. In addition, you have never fought with Duan Guochao, and people actually say in their hearts that you are far inferior to Duan Guochao. The woman seemed to want Jiang Hai to try her hand between her words.

"I don't do anything with Duan Guochao, that's because I'm really not sure. And my kung fu is swordsmanship, and I use weapons to compete with him, and I can't win it. As for this incident, I advise you not to have any thoughts, no one can afford to mess with that person, I guess his physical strength has been cultivated to the limit, and there is a bottleneck in his mind, and this time he will not be able to fight life and death. Besides, what's the use of individuals in this society, no matter how strong they are, fighting and killing have been eliminated. ”

After saying that, Jiang Hai stood up, patted the shoulder of the woman he called a romance, and walked out, his steps were light and silent, and he disappeared from the crowd on the street after a few turns.

After listening to Jiang Hai's words, he had a feeling of disbelief, Jiang Hai's meaning, the person who set up the flag of the Tang Sect, he was not sure at all? You must know that he is really a "weirdo" ascetic in their son-in-law's circle, and in terms of martial arts cultivation for the new generation, it is a real arrogant and arrogant real frame, being beaten at the door of the house, and being squeezed by her for a few words, he actually has no idea of going up to try his hand, you must know that Duan Guochao's murder without seeing blood is not in his eyes, this person is really so strong? Romance suddenly felt that it was originally an entertainment event, and it became more and more interesting.

Another site in the capital is not big, it seems to be an expansion of several ordinary courtyards, the flower hall. The old blue brick floor was lined with stone locks, water tanks, and a few scattered sandbags, in addition to a row of half-man-high plum blossom stakes, and a row of weapon racks with several large poles stuck in the shelves, as well as unopened subway leather knives.

This martial arts hall seems to be very casual. It's not like those karate and taekwondo venues, which are majestic and magnificent, with people coming and going, and a few big words on it'Yiquan Research Association'.

I only saw three or two middle-aged people, five or six old people, and a few young people nailed to the ground with a few young people, clasping their hands, as if holding a big winter melon.

Walking further inside, I saw a larger blue brick courtyard, where two middle-aged people were playing tricks.

And there were seven or eight people sitting next to them or sitting on wooden chairs. Or stand and watch, and from time to time raise words and nod their heads, expressing their opinions and opinions.

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a plain clothes face walked in, his hands hanging down, not angry and arrogant.

Everyone's ears moved, "Brother Ma is here?" "A boxer in blue came up, he had a mustache and a very strong body.

"Yes, Brother Xu." Known as Brother Ma, he took off his clothes casually and put them on his shoulders.

"Eighteen is in trouble again? I heard that the Tang Sect and the upper authorities reached an agreement to let a person plant a flag here and say that it is to change the martial arts world of the Three Kingdoms, and it is only a matter of victory or defeat, regardless of life or death. The blue-clothed boxer asked Brother Ma.

"Yes, I, Ma Huajun, have lived for so long, I have never seen such a crazy person, fighting all over the Three Kingdoms, no matter life or death, I don't know what the top thinks, isn't it now to build a harmonious society, and let them engage in these things, they can open their mouths and break their legs below." Ma Huajun seemed to have a bitter stomach.

A tall and thin man in civilian clothes walked up and said: "Yes, this kind of large-scale ring, it has to be hidden, and it has to control public opinion, and you have to be careful how many dragons and snakes are mixed in it when the time comes, and if you don't pay attention, it will be a monstrous disaster." ”

Suddenly, another middle-aged boxer walked up, this middle-aged boxer, wearing a white coat, black cloth pants, white face, and a very clean beard, showing a neat and refreshing appearance.

"What do the people above think, let's not speculate, just do a good job of security, it is estimated that this time I also want to rub the majesty of the Tang Gate, the momentum of the Tang Gate has been too strong recently, but this time this person dares to cross this kind of sea mouth, maybe it is really a hard stubble, at least Tang Zichen I still have heard of it, a martial saint-level figure who comes out once in a hundred years, it will not be easy for her to write a post in person." The eyes flickered, in a word, showing that this person is not a character who practices boxing to death, and there is a furrow in his chest.

After hearing this, the scene was silent for a while, and finally the blue-clothed boxer muttered: "When the time comes, you will know that it is a mule or a horse at a glance." ”

Several people also smiled dumbly, turned around and either practiced the shelf, or stood up for the pile work.