The Iron Fist Gate Main Hall is located in Qixing Town, but there are also branch halls in various cities and towns.

However, not every branch has a church master, mainly because of the importance of the place.

If it is just an ordinary township or village, there will be at most a small sect leader of the third stage of skin refining.

Some villages and towns are rich and produce a large number of cash crops such as cotton and tea, and there will be a big head of the fourth stage of skin refining.

The branch hall located in Yushan City is set up in Duomenfang, the southernmost part of Yushan City.

In view of the importance of Yushan City, this branch hall has a hall master of the seventh stage of skin refining, and there are three big sect heads, six small sect heads, and dozens of apprentices under his hands.

The six bronze medals who often live in Yushan City are worshipped, and they often come to the Duomenfang branch hall for routine meetings.

Chu Xuan didn't need to go to the main hall of Seven Star Town, he could get things done in the branch hall of Duomenfang.

The area of Duomenfang is large, there are many people and miscellaneous eyes, and it has always been more chaotic.

In addition, this is the territory of the Iron Fist Gate, so even the county government is about to come here, and he has to cooperate with the Iron Fist Gate.

Some people who have committed serious crimes will also choose to flee to Duomenfang.

It is not uncommon for Chu Xuan to wear a mask like this, and pedestrians have long been surprised.

The Iron Fist Gate is not famous in Duomenfang, at least it is also prestigious.

So, it didn't take much effort for him to find the big courtyard of the Iron Fist Gate.

Chu Xuan sorted out his emotions and made a cool and domineering look.

Now it's time for role-playing!

He took a few steps closer and heard the earth-shattering sound of martial arts training.

At the door, there are two strong men with knotted muscles guarding them.

As if there was no one beside Chu Xuan, he walked straight towards the gate.

The two strong men immediately stretched out their hands to block, "Stop!" Who are you! ”

Before their hands fell, Chu Xuan suddenly stretched out his hands, slapped a palm, and imprinted it on his chest.

Bang!

These two strong men with big shoulders and round waists were directly knocked out a few feet away.

Blood spurted in midair.

He was dying on the spot.

"Do all the watchdogs dare to do it to the old man?" Under Chu Xuan's mask, a cold and hoarse voice came out.

This scene made the men in the courtyard instantly furious, and they were about to surround Chu Xuan on the spot.

"Stop!" A little sect leader suddenly shouted, looking at Chu Xuan in disbelief.

Such a moody character, a strong qi and blood, and a half-face mask depicted with water lines, immediately reminded him of one of their Iron Fist Sect worshippers.

"Sect leader, this guy doesn't take our iron fist door in his eyes at all, he must punch hard and teach him a good lesson!" A man said angrily.

The little sect was slapped on the head and roared, "Shut up! ”

The men were shocked and angry, but they were afraid of the majesty of the sect leader, and they all stood in place.

The little sect leader hurriedly ran to Chu Xuan, nodded and said, "Don't worship, I will make amends to you on their behalf, this group of boys are all new and don't know you." ”

Chu Xuan said coldly, "Don't take it as an example." ”

The little sect head wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, "Yes, yes, yes." ”

"Call the hall master of this place." Chu Xuan said again.

"This ......," the little sect leader said embarrassedly, "the hall master, the worshippers, and the big sect leaders are discussing in the hall......

At this moment, laughter suddenly rang out.

"Hahahaha, isn't this Mo Ren? I haven't seen you for a long time, why did you get angry with these rookie disciples as soon as they appeared, and they were too cautious. ”

The closed door of the lobby suddenly opened, and a middle-aged strong man with a rough appearance strode over, looked Chu Xuan up and down a few times, and sneered.

As soon as he appeared, the disciples of the Iron Fist Sect in the courtyard saluted him one after another, admiringly, "Zhou Offering!" ”

Chu Xuan glanced at him, his expression unchanged.

This person is none other than Zhou Long.

He is a disciple of the Flying Tiger Martial Academy in Xiyuanfang, but he racked his brains to become the enshrinement of the Iron Fist Gate.

For this reason, he often comes to the Iron Fist Gate to help, that is, to brush up on goodwill.

Several times the Iron Fist Gate Headquarters suppressed the medicine farmers of Seven Star Town, and Zhou Long immediately stopped his cultivation when he heard the news, and ran directly from the city to Seven Star Town.

He rushed to the front every time, beat the medicine farmers without mercy, and even killed a few old medicine farmers, as if he regarded himself as a dog leg of the iron fist.

In view of Zhou Long's diligence, although he had not yet reached the fourth stage of skin refining at that time, the hall master and the Iron Fist Sect master reported it, and made an exception to make him a bronze medal to worship.

In recent days, Zhou Long has achieved success, and has reached the fourth stage of skin refining, and he has secured the position of bronze medal enshrinement.

When Mo Huairen was invited by the Iron Fist Gate under the alias Mo Ren, Zhou Long thought that Mo Ren was an old man, and his qi and blood would definitely dry up in three or five years, maybe he was not his opponent, and he was not worthy of this offering at all, so he strongly objected.

At that time, Mo Huairen was refining the fourth stage of the skin, and Zhou Long was only refining the third stage of the skin, and Mo Lao hit Zhou Long hard with one punch, and it became an offering without dispute.

Therefore, this person has always held a grudge against Mo Ren.

After Zhou Long finished speaking, nine more warriors with big shoulders and round waists walked out of the hall.

The first person is relatively old, and he is the hall master of the branch hall in the Iron Fist Gate City, Hong Yuan.

Among the other people, there are three great sect leaders, and the remaining five are worshippers.

These people were full of qi and blood, far surpassing the Iron Fist disciples trained in the courtyard.

The disciples of the Iron Fist Sect saluted them one after another.

Chu Xuan stood in place and said nothing.

If the wolf hadn't gathered information on the Iron Fist Gate for him, he would definitely not know any of these people.

After all, Mo Huairen only left him the token of the Iron Fist Gate, and said that he used the alias Mo Ren to serve as the worship of the Iron Fist Gate.

It is estimated that in Mo Huairen's eyes, the Iron Fist Gate is just a place to collect money.

As for the people here, Mo Huairen never took it to heart.

But now, he not only knows everyone's name, but also their strength and signature martial arts.

After a while, seeing that Chu Xuan still didn't speak, Zhou Longwei laughed, "Oh, I know, you shouldn't be here to ask for a moon, right?" I'm sorry, but we just discussed and removed your status as a bronze medalist. ”

Hong Yuan coughed lightly, "Don't worship, you haven't appeared in the door for several times, and the money from my Iron Fist Gate is not blowing in the wind, I hope you can understand." ”

The worship has a special status, freedom of movement, and does not have to stay in the gang.

However, you need to be present as much as possible for the monthly routine.

It's okay not to come once or twice.

However, if they do not come often, they will be considered missing or dead, and they will be removed after a joint discussion.

Zhou Long smiled coldly, and strode towards Chu Xuan, "Now that you are no longer my Iron Fist Sect worship, I really want to see how ugly you are when you wear this mask every time!" ”

As he spoke, he burst out and grabbed Chu Xuanmian with a claw!

Hong Yuan didn't stop it, just watched.

If Mo Ren wants to regain his position of worship, he must prove himself.

Defeating Zhou Long is the way to prove it.

So, there was no need for him to stop it.

The rest of the offerings are holding their arms and looking at the excitement.

As for the disciples of the Iron Fist Sect, they all gathered around, all wanting to see the contest between Zhou Long and Mo Ren.

There was a whisper among the disciples.

"I heard that a few years ago, Zhou Xianfeng and Mo Xianfeng fought each other, and at that time, Zhou Xianfeng was defeated, and he was humiliated by Mo Xianfeng."

"Yes, Zhou Xianfeng is extremely resentful of Mo Xianfeng because of this, and now that Zhou Xianfeng has achieved internal success, he naturally wants to take revenge and come back."

"Who do you think has the better chance of winning?"

"Of course, it's the Zhou offering! Although both of them are refining the fourth stage of skin, Mo Xian is old and his qi and blood are exhausted, while Zhou Xian is in the prime of life, and his qi and blood are vigorous. ”

Seeing Zhou Long's direct sneak attack without talking about martial arts, Chu Xuan immediately frowned.

Without waiting for the opponent's palm to fall, he suddenly punched.