An unsolvable deadlock!

listened to Liu Wu's words.

Zhang Chu really didn't dare to kill Han Zhuhu!

That Lord Lu's level is too much higher than him, which really angers that Lord Lu, as long as he says a word, he can make Zhang Chu die on the street!

He didn't dare to kill Han Baohu.

But Han Baohu would definitely dare to kill him!

And now the high-level leaders of the Qinglong Gang have made it clear that they want to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, pointing to them to take the initiative to enter the arena and suppress him and Han Baohu, which is definitely unrealistic.

In this situation, Zhang Chu seems to have no way out.

Reconciliation?

Submit?

These choices, before yesterday, may have worked.

But now.

Either he completely defeats Han Baohu, or maybe he will have to bring a step wind, so that they can no longer make waves.

Either Han Baohu completely broke him down, and got back the lost face with interest at one time.

There is no other choice!

......

"I want to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight...... Lao Tzu satisfies you!"

Zhang Chu's heart is ruthless!

He didn't want to prove to anyone how great he was, and he didn't have anything lost to get it back.

He just wants to do business well and live a safe and prosperous life.

So he put up with it again and again!

Retreat and retreat!

But there are always some Diao people, who are jealous of his peaceful birthday!

Counting him day and night!

I don't want him to be better!

Then, let's go crazy together!

"Two of you!"

Zhang Chu got up and walked out proudly.

The two close brothers came in, clenched their fists and bent over: "Master Chu!"

"Big Bear, go buy an invitation, the day after tomorrow I will be happy to move to Zhangfu, please help all the brothers come over to the banquet...... Remember, it's all! Including Han Baohu, Bu Feng, but also Deputy Gang Leader Liu, and Gang Leader Hou!"

"Understood, Master Chu!"

"Mule, go to the construction site to pass the word to the foreman Lao Niu, the day after tomorrow, I will hold a banquet in the new house, I don't care what method he uses, finish the rest of the work for me, lack of people, just find someone, Lao Tzu will pay three times the salary, lack of time, give me to work day and night, in short, the day after tomorrow I can't hold a banquet, I will use his head as a wine jug...... In the past two days, you will lead people to guard the construction site, and if the old cow dares to escape, you will cut him to death!"

"Yes, Master Chu!"

The two close brothers turned around and went out.

Zhang Chu stood at the door of the house, looked up at the low sky covered with lead clouds with a cold gaze, and muttered to himself: "Don't you want to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, come on, Lao Tzu's stage has been set up for you!"

He's going to prepare for the worst!

......

"Fourteen hundred... Sixty-three!"

"Fourteen hundred... Sixty-four!"

"Fourteen hundred... Sixty-five!"

Zhang Chu gasped violently, his face was as white as snow, and the beads of sweat hung on his sideburns, and with his movements, the red blood beads were connected into a string, dripping into the snow along the handle of the bamboo knife.

He was tired.

I can barely hold the fluttering bamboo knife.

He hurts.

The muscles and bones of his body, which lacked abundant blood and energy, hurt as if there were countless red-hot steel needles pricking his whole body.

It's almost the limit.

It's almost ......

It's almost ......

"One thousand sixteen!!"

"One thousand six hundred and one!"

"One thousand six hundred and two!"

Zhang Chu roared hoarsely.

His eyelids were heavy.

In front of my eyes, there are countless fluorescent dots crawling.

Consciousness seems to have blurred.

Life, as if it had turned into catkins, would follow the bamboo knife, hit the iron stake, and then bounce back into his body.

In the whole world, it seems that there is only that stake left!

"Smack. ”

The bamboo knife finally flew out of his hand.

Zhang Chu fell straight into the snow.

Seeing this, Zhang, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed up with a large pot of steaming tofu brains with teary eyes, supported his head, scooped up a spoonful of tofu brains and fed it to his mouth.

Zhang Chu, who was almost unconscious, tried to swallow with the last obsession.

After a few breaths, a stream of heat gushes out.

Zhang Chu broke free of the old lady's arm, and planted his weak head into the wooden basin containing the tofu brain, sucking desperately like a cow drinking water.

The heat is getting hotter and hotter.

Soaking his whole body, warm, like being in a hot spring.

A large pot of tofu brains went down, and Zhang Chu finally eased up, and said hoarsely: "Mother, bring me the steamed buns......"

Before he could finish speaking, he sat down cross-legged on the spot.

Seeing that he had eased up, Zhang was overjoyed, and quickly went back to the house and came out with a sharp dustpan of steamed buns.

This is also why Zhang Chu knew that the old lady would definitely be sad and sad when she saw her like this, but she still let her guard herself.

Others, he can't trust.

When his blood is exhausted, he is at his weakest.

At this time, you only need to let him fall into a complete coma, and he will definitely die!

Moreover, every time he ran out of blood, the amount of food he ate was too amazing.

He didn't dare to let outsiders see it.

In the huge world, only the Zhang family will definitely not harm him.

......

The familiar boiling heat flow surged in Zhang Chu's body, pouring into his limbs, chest, and even every cell and pore in his body.

It's like a long drought!

The blood is recovering.

The heart pumped blood frantically, transporting it to every muscle, to every inch of skin.

Strength!

A slight, a slight, but boundless power, poured out from every corner of his body, converging into a great river, a great river, and a great sea.

An urge to smash something was like a stormy ocean that constantly impacted his reason.

However, Zhang Chu's mind was as quiet as an old monk, suppressing all the impulses and desires in his heart.

Ren Er is stormy, I stand still!

One after another, the steamed buns went down to the belly.

Streams of heat surged.

A burst of strength is surging.

Perfect loop!

Half an hour later, Zhang Chufu jumped up, twisted his body, released all the impulses in his heart at one time, and rushed out with a hearty straight fist, slamming into the iron stake.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound.

The drop of the fist exploded.

A strong anti-shock force struck, pushing Zhang Chu back three or four steps.

The fist was cut bloody by sawdust.

Then Zhang Chu didn't bother to care about his fists.

His gaze was fixed on the place where the iron stake fell...... There, there was a bowl-sized hole.

This is ironwood that has grown for nearly 100 years!

Not like a golden stone, better than a golden stone!

The blade slashed up, leaving only a shallow knife mark.

was blasted out of a bowl-sized hole by his punch!

"Aha......"

Zhang Chu laughed out loud in ecstasy, and the laughter was indescribably hearty!

It's done!

It's finally done!

That's 100% control of the flesh!

This is the body like an iron bucket, the whole body!

This is the blood like a river, returning to the sea!

"From now on, Lao Tzu will be a nine-rank martial artist!"

"What Han Capture Tiger, Bu Feng, let's play with all the eggs!"

"If you dare to blow up the thorns again, you will be killed!"

After practicing martial arts for more than three months, he walked on thin ice and slept at night, never daring to relax in the slightest.

Today, I will finally become a nine-rank martial artist!

He, inflated!