Zhenyu Martial Arts Hall.

In the boxing ring, the two fighters are trying their best to attack, fists and feet, and the sound of shouting and cheering is heard from time to time.

On the tea seat at the far end of the ring, a woman wearing a white cheongsam and an ancient style is making tea.

She is skillful and methodical, and her gestures have her own ancient style and ancient charm, which is like a soft scenery in this masculine martial arts hall.

Opposite the cheongsam woman was a middle-aged man with a calm bearing, who gently picked up the teacup with his left hand and took a sip, revealing a look of satisfaction.

He pinched the teacup with only four fingers in his left hand.

Du Siye!

Du Si, the leader of the underground world in Cheung Chau's Dongcheng District.

He was born in an ancient martial arts sect, Xingyi Sect, and was instructed by a famous teacher, with strong martial arts and a great reputation. It's just that he is ruthless by nature, and he can't bear the loneliness of penance, and after his skills are completed, he will go down the mountain, and make a name for himself in the underground black boxing world with his good fists and feet, so he created this Zhenyu Martial Arts Hall in Dongcheng District, Cheung Chau.

This Zhenyu martial arts hall is also black and white, Mingli opened the museum to teach apprentices and accept disciples, and secretly participated in underground black boxing, collecting accounts for others and making peace, it is not an underworld, but it is one of the most tricky people in Changzhou, like a local tyrant in Dongcheng District.

Over the years, he has been notorious, but he has made very few moves, but he has to come to the martial arts hall every day to drink tea and point out the cultivation of juniors.

Suddenly, there was a cry.

Du Siye frowned, looked up, and found that it was his nephew Du Xie.

"Uncle, you have to make the decision for me!"

Duche - the scorpion brother wrapped in thick gauze howled all the way up.

Du Siye drank tea by himself, didn't say a word, and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Du Xie is a nephew, Du Siye naturally knows it in his heart. This kid is not ruthless enough, nor black enough, and his courage is even smaller, he has always been more than successful and more than defeated, embarrassed by the big responsibility, and will only use the name of his uncle to eat and drink everywhere to collect some protection money, and he doesn't bother to pay attention to him on weekdays.

"Uncle, you must help me this time!" Brother Scorpion squeezed out two tears: "Look at me being beaten." ”

"Manly man, Mount Tai collapsed in front and did not change color. Du Siye took a sip of tea slowly: "Crying, crying, what do you look like." ”

"No, it's nothing if I was beaten, I'm afraid of damaging your old man's prestige!" Brother Scorpion tried to cry: "I said that your old man is my own uncle, but I didn't expect that guy to care at all, and said that it was Du Si's nephew who was beaten......"

At the moment, Brother Scorpion exaggerated, how Ma Xiaozhen beat himself miserably, and how he didn't take Du Siye in his eyes, and said a lot.

"Oh, he jumped on your pipe, and punched people away?"

Brother Scorpion added oil and vinegar, Du Si naturally didn't believe it, but when he heard the details of Ma Xiaozhen's jump onto the steel pipe, he finally showed a hint of surprise: "Spider, what do you think." ”

Behind Du Siye was a black-haired man with a spider-shaped scar on his face.

The spider-scar man had a gloomy face with a look of pride. Hearing Du Siye's inquiry, he was silent, just took two steps, stopped in front of the sandbag in the martial arts hall, and suddenly punched out.

Smack-

This punch came out and hit the sandbag, only to hear a loud "bang", but the sandbag did not move, and it burst open in an instant, splitting apart, and the sky was full of dust.

"Not bad!"

The corners of Du Siye's mouth hooked up a meaningful smile: "That kid's punch is to knock people away, but he just touched the threshold of internal strength, your punch is strong and soft, and the strength is endless, it seems that it is going to be better." ”

Du Siye looked at the torn sandbag, his fingers tapped, and finally nodded: "It seems that the days have been too quiet recently, and you are also suffocated, so it's okay to accompany him to play." ”

"Yes!" the spider-scar man nodded expressionlessly, but there was a gleam in his eyes.

When Brother Scorpion heard this, his heart was overjoyed. He knew that this spider-scar man nicknamed "Tarantula" was the first cadre under Du Siye, and for more than ten years, he had never fallen behind in competing with others in this eastern city.

That's great!

There's a tarantula shot!

I must kill that kid this time!

......

On the way home.

Ma Xiaozhen didn't know that someone wanted to kill him, and his mood was extremely happy.

It was a perfect day.

In the morning, he refined his first artifact, flip-flops. Then he immediately used the magic power of flip-flops to teach Brother Scorpion a lesson, and then had a wonderful lunch with the school flower-level goddess Chen Moyao, and in the afternoon, he beat Zhou Pengfei's pretending criminals on the basketball court......

It's really a spring breeze and horseshoe disease, and you can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day.

It's so cool!

Sure enough, after having the artifact, it's really going to the pinnacle of life!

Ma Xiaozhen sent Chen Moyao back to the bedroom, and after saying goodbye, he swaggered back to his home.

At home, a three-year-old child with pink makeup is sitting in front of the computer with a serious face.

I saw that his eyes were slightly wrinkled, his eyes were bright, and his red and tender mouth was slightly pursed, as if he was thinking about a major philosophical issue......

Then, the computer stereo came the warbler sound of "ah", "uh", "um", and "yayi butterfly......

Sure enough, I was watching a love action blockbuster.

Ma Xiaozhen stepped forward and hit Xuanhuang Ancestor on the back of the head with a violent shudder.

"Your uncle's is also a cultivator, three thousand years of Taoist cultivation, can't you be so vulgar?"

"The world is full of knowledge, and the practice of human feelings is the ...... of the article" Xuanhuang Ancestor sighed: "Floating life is like a dream, thousands of red dust, if I can't experience it myself, how can I have a sense and understand the supreme avenue......"

"Stop talking nonsense!

"If you don't wear it, the little bird in the cage will not learn to fly, alas...... Don't do it, don't do it, I'll wear ......"

Xuanhuang Lao Zu put on his pants under the threat of Ma Xiaozhen, and clicked on another AVI video: "Look, my new one is not bad, the flight attendant uniform is tempting......"

"Joke!" Ma Xiaozhen sneered, full of righteousness: "I am sitting on an artifact now, and the beautiful girl chasing me can make up two reinforcement groups, and I still need to show you this thing?"

"It's Sho Nishino!"

"Oh?"

Ma Xiaozhen came to the computer and joined Xuanhuang Ancestor.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa—"

"Oooh-oh-"

"Woo-woo-"

"It's big, it's big—"

Ma Xiaozhen entered the play in a second, and watched it happily with Xuanhuang Ancestor, and was amazed.

"Huh?"

Looking at it, Ma Xiaozhen suddenly felt that something was wrong.

That's not right.

Looking at this normally, the power of the desolation in his body has long been uncontrollable, and the little brother should have already been a pillar of optimism?

Why is there no reaction today?

Could it be that I have been in contact with the beautiful Chen Moyao for too long today, and I am not interested in these vulgar fans?

No, I'm clearly a philanthropic person.

Looking at Ma Xiaozhen's surprised expression, Xuanhuang Ancestor seemed to have guessed something, and explained at the moment:

"Oh, that's right, I forgot to tell you, the flip-flops of the civet cat power you refined this morning, those raw cat hairs, are the ...... of a castrated cat"

"That'...... What does it mean......"

An inexplicable sense of unease appeared in Ma Xiaozhen's heart.

"Containing the power of this cat's civet, it means that you will not lift it from time to time......"

Xuanhuang Ancestor replied with a sincere face.

Don't lift!?

Ma Xiaozhen was like being struck by lightning, and his heart was cold.

it, it!?

It's really hairy now!

Or a castrated cat's hair......

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