On the sixth floor, in the private room, looking at Deng Wei and a group of community veterans who were handcuffed and honestly squatted in the corner, as well as outside the private room, they also brought handcuffs and squatted on the ground collectively, like quails and honest old boys, Xu Wei's whole body was numb, and his brain had an urge to explode.

What to do, what to do, what to do!

What the fuck did I do?

He threaded the needle, set up the stage and sang the opera, and what was the purpose of this meeting and negotiation tonight?

Isn't it just that they can negotiate a result, a result that can satisfy all parties, and finally turn the big things into small things and small things?

What now?

What did they talk about?

New Kowloon City?

What the am I crazy about, why should I get involved in this, isn't it comfortable to sit in the office and watch the storm?

Now it's okay, what to do, what the fuck is going to do?

How did this end?

No, you have to do something, you have to do something!

After a brainstorm, Xu Wei, whose scalp was numb, finally got up, and was about to walk out with Lin Guozhong and He Yanhua on the left and right.

Outcome......

“！！！”

Xu Wei stopped, looked at the Kowloon Police Station officer who pointed the gun at him, and his face was full of anger: "What are you doing? ”

"I'm sorry!"

Several Kowloon police officers held the micro chong distributed by Xu Yang before leaving, looked at him coldly, and were unmoved: "Xu Sir said, before he comes back, whoever walks out of this room will be killed on the spot!" ”

Xu Wei's eyes widened, and he roared angrily at several people: "I am a policeman, and I am the superintendent of O's memory!" ”

"I'm sorry!"

A few people were unmoved, and said in a cold voice: "Sir Xu didn't say anything except you, so please Superintendent Xu you are wronged, and when Sir Xu comes back, he will let you leave, and you will naturally be able to leave!" ”

"You ......"

Xu Wei's words to this person trembled with anger, and his face turned pale: "He is crazy, do you also want to follow him crazy, do you know what you are doing, do you know what the consequences will be?" ”

"Yes!"

saw Miao Luocheng stand up and said against his words: "We are being a policeman, what should we do, what about you, Superintendent Xu, do you know what you are doing, do you know what the consequences of what you have done, and what consequences have been caused?" ”

"You ......!!!"

Xu Wei gave him these words, and this questioning was extremely angry, trembling all over, unable to control himself, and unable to refute, his face was pale.

The other side......

After coercing a group of "old old boys" to be handcuffed, Xu Yang went downstairs, not worried at all that they would make trouble or run away after he left.

These handcuffs are not ordinary handcuffs, but the mall items that were brushed out by the police and military quartermasters a few months ago, and the price is five points of police experience, Xu Yang looked cheap, so he bought more than a hundred.

Although there is a saying: cheap is not good, but there is also a saying: the system is produced, it must be a high-quality product, these handcuffs are made of solid materials and are very strong, not to mention ordinary people, even a realm of martial artists can't break free.

Are these old boys ordinary people?

Naturally not, they are basically martial artists, because the old boy who is not a martial artist can't live to be old at all, and he can't get out of life until he is old, and he is an old four-nine who is dead to death, only those martial artists who have been the master of the Red Stick Hall are qualified to be called uncles when they are old.

The people who can go up to the sixth floor are all uncles, so they are basically martial artists, and some are even martial artists in the second realm, such as the two unlucky ones who hit the street before, but ......

Xu Yang was still not worried, they were able to break free of the handcuffs and escape.

Not only because these police handcuffs are strong enough, but also because ......

They're old!

They're all old!

What is the root of martial arts practice?

It is the body, the power of human body qi and blood!

No matter what sect or sect, what kind of skill or method, the foundation of a martial artist's cultivation is the power of human qi and blood.

An entry to the realm, exercise qi and blood, and a strong physique.

The two realms are small, condense qi and blood, and contain internal strength.

The three realms are completed, the dantian is opened, and the gasification becomes true.

The four realms are perfect, the gas rushes to the entrance, and the Danhai condenses the yuan.

The Five Realms are extraordinary, the true element is transformed into Gang, and the martial saint of the world.

This is the five steps and five realms of martial arts cultivation in the mortal world, all of which are based on the body's qi and blood.

And birth, old age, sickness and death, are the four levels that mortals cannot escape, once the warrior is old, the qi and blood must decay, once the qi and blood decay, the cultivation must regress, and once the cultivation is regressive, the aging must be accelerated.

The perfect closed loop is to hit the street!

Therefore, there is a popular saying in the martial arts world: the fist is afraid of the young and strong, and the stick is afraid of the old man!

Under the same conditions, the old man will inevitably be better than the old, the old and frail, the martial artist with decay and blood can not compete with the martial artist who is at the peak of life and strong blood, and can only win with skill. ”

Old age and frailty, decay of qi and blood, this is a huge threat that all martial artists have to face, unless they can step into the fourth realm, penetrate the threshold of life and death, and practice true qi into true yuan, this situation can be slightly alleviated.

Are there any great masters in these old old boys who have completed the four realms and broken through the dead pass?

There's a ghost!

Not to mention the great grandmasters of the Four Realms, that is, the little grandmasters of the Three Realms, there are few on Hong Kong Island, and they are basically old ghosts, the older they are, the more shrewd they are, and the older they are, the more afraid of death, they will not leave their lair easily at all.

Therefore, after Wang Jinlong knew what Xu Yang wanted to do, he only warned him about two things, the first was not to enter the walled city, and the second was to be careful of the Qi Breaking Needle.

Most of the warriors of the Three Realms on Hong Kong Island are in the walled city, managing their forces and building their own underground kingdoms.

Even the Three Realms Grandmasters, who have attained true qi, cannot avoid the decay of their qi and blood in old age, and can only delay this process as much as possible.

Therefore, after the martial artists of the Three Realms are old, they will basically withdraw from the rivers and lakes, and if they do not quit the rivers and lakes, they must also open a sect and cultivate disciples.

This is the origin of the various traditions in the martial arts world, there are things to do with the disciples, the old and not the muscles and bones, the disciples are better than the children...... And so on, all of which are lessons and lessons learned in exchange for blood and tears.

This is also the reason why Xu Yangming knew that there were cultivators of the Three Realms on Hong Kong Island, and he dared to engage in such a big incident.

Because he's young!

Whether it is a cultivator's fighting method or a martial artist's fighting, youth is the biggest capital!

Although there were Three Realm cultivators and martial arts masters on Hong Kong Island, Xu Yang was sure that among these Three Realm cultivators, there was absolutely no one younger than him.

At least for now.

Why?

Because he's a traverser, because he has a system, because he's a hanging B!

Daowu initiate, purple qi from the east, integration, martial arts heavenly machine, golden bell robbery, divine skills practice, experience upgrades, attribute points......

He has opened so many plug-ins to be able to have this level at this age, what do other cultivators compare with, what do they take to surpass, can they let the purple qi come to the east, or can they practice the fifth-order divine skill?

Unless it is the upper realm descending force, the immortal god descending to the earth, the background against the backstage, and the external plug-in against the outside, otherwise the ordinary cultivator has no possibility of comparing with him.

But at present, this situation is still difficult to achieve, if the immortal god nether realm is so simple, where will this world still be like this.

Therefore, Xu Yang can be unscrupulous, even arrogant, whether it is those old ghosts who are shrinking in the walled city, or those ghosts sitting in the Hong Kong Governor's Mansion, they have no capital and no confidence to fight with him outside, especially after the accident in Xiongsihai.

They can only guard their lair, as long as Xu Yang does not die and runs in, these old ghosts can't do anything about him.

The cultivation of the Three Realms can be said to be the old ghosts of the grandmasters, not to mention these old Gu Chao boys who are no more than the highest in the Second Realm, and if they come to a young and strong First Realm martial artist, they may be able to fight them to death.

At their age of half-cut into the ground, their old and weak bodies want to break free of the handcuffs that Xu Yang bought at the police quartermaster's office, or climb down from the sixth floor with handcuffs?

It's better to hit the wall directly and be realistic.

Therefore, Xu Wei doesn't need to worry about these old old boys, as long as he solves the following group of old boys.

The old ghost is easy to deal with, the little ghost ...... It's not difficult either.

Especially for him!

On the fifth floor, in the hall, dozens of sturdy people who held up their shirts or vests high, and the tightly held Gu Chao Zai had already stood up, looking at Xu Yang who walked down alone from the sixth floor.

All walks of life, black and white, all pay attention to a seniority, and the community is naturally no exception.

On the sixth floor is the uncle and elder, on the fifth and fourth floors is the hall master Red Stick, on the third and second floors, there are all kinds of small bosses and the four nine boys on the ground floor, and the temporary worker Blue Lantern who is not even the ground floor.

Now, waiting for Xu Yang is the hall master of each club, Red Stick, who is called a Fit person in a more fashionable way.

Because of the special circumstances of this world, all hall masters have the identity of "red sticks", not that red sticks can't be hall masters at all, but can only be a dog-headed military master with a white paper fan in the role of staff.

The so-called red stick is a thug, a gold medal beater!

This group of people is the elite force of the Hong Kong Island community, and they are also the main force in the fight for slashing and killing.

As for the higher-level faucets, they are all the faucets, who the is going to cut people?

Even the people who negotiated above were outdated old ghosts, those leaders who held real power and controlled the entire gang, and they would not let themselves be involved in danger at all.

Societies and forces, for the superiors, are just tools to protect their own interests, and there has always been only the saying that tools are consumed and sacrificed for the masters, how can there be a reason for the master to take risks for the tools?

A group of veterans negotiated, gave enough identity and gave enough face.

A group of red sticks started to give enough force and enough power.

This is the usual formation of the community.

Now that the patriarch talks have collapsed, it's time for the red stick to do it.

But...... Who will move first?

Looking at Xu Yang who walked downstairs, the red sticks looked hesitant, and no one dared to act rashly.

The name of the man, the shadow of the tree!

Whether Xu Yang is strong or not, they don't know, but whether Lian Haolong is strong or not, as an old boy, they know very well.

This is a single-handed, hard to break into the East Mountain, kill Lian Haolong, and kill the loyal and righteous fierce man.

Who dares to be tempted easily, who wants to be the forward cannon fodder?

They are old boys, not mobilized soldiers, fighting the streets!

"Don't look at it, let's go together."

The red sticks were shocked, but Xu Yang didn't waste time and walked towards them.

One person, pressing the momentum of dozens or even hundreds of people!

Seeing this, in front of everyone, behind the dinner table, a man with a Mohican hairstyle and very strong arms directly overturned the table, kicked it out again, and smashed it towards Xu Yang with a roar.

It is one of the Five Tigers of the Eastern Star - the Descending Tiger Crow!

The benchmark of the combat power of the Five Tigers of the East Star is also the double-flower red stick of the East Star Society, which is the benchmark of Luo Tianhong, who is loyal and faithful.

The strength is not bad!

But......

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the wooden table shattered, and the broken wood flew out under the effect of the terrifying strike force, like a scattered rain of bullets towards everyone.

The crow's eyes froze, and he rolled on the spot, crashing directly into the nearby window.

But I don't want to......

"Poof!"

Xu Yang kicked horizontally, kicking out a piece of broken wood, like a shuttle breaking through the air, hitting the crow's waist with terrifying power, deep into the flesh and blood.

“！！！”

The crow's face twitched, but he didn't say a word, endured the severe pain, and slammed into the window with the force of action.

"Bang!"

The glass shattered, figures flew out, crows slammed open windows, pierced through the building, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

“？？？”

“！！！”

"Crow, you're on the street!"

"Shovel !!"

The red sticks were stunned for a while, and then they reacted, looked at the window and scolded, and then turned around and fled without saying a word.

Extremely decisive!

It must also be decisive!

What's the most important thing to do when Crash Boy?

Kung fu?

Background?

No, it's eyesight!

No matter how high your kung fu is, there are strongmen you can't beat!

No matter how big the background is, there are powerful people you can't afford to mess with!

Only if the eyesight is good enough, and the good fortune is avoided and the evil is avoided, can the mixture last a long time.

So......

"!!

With a sound of wind, these Red Stick Hall Masters suddenly dispersed when they were talking about things, turned around and fled.

This is the style of the old boy.

Do you know what a modern goblin is, a demon of destruction in this world?

When there are many people, they are naturally fierce and vicious, and they fight fiercely.

But when there are not many people, the momentum is not numerous, and the opposite side is particularly fierce and ruthless, they will instantly change their appearance and run faster than anyone else.

This is even more true of the elites of this gang of old boys, who are the masters of the hall and the red sticks, not only the kung fu in the fist must be good, but the kung fu in the legs cannot be left behind, otherwise it is easy to die.

The red sticks turned and fled, scattering as birds and beasts.

But how could their speed be faster than Xu Yang.

Without waiting for them to do the same, they jumped out of the window and went downstairs, and Xu Yang entered the flock of sheep and killed in the battle.

"Ah!!h

"Click!!"

In the blink of an eye, there was a wail, and there were bursts of crisp sounds, which made people shudder and tremble.

A group of red sticks, those who can escape are still on the run, and those who can't escape can only grit their teeth and fight hard with the menacing Xu Yang.

And then......

"Bang !!"

There was a loud bang, and the restaurant, which had gone through a hundred years of wind and rain, fell into a violent turmoil.

Outside the restaurant, on the side of the street, two columns lined up, the bold old boy, before he knew what was happening, he saw a crackling sound above, and black shadows flew out, falling down like sandbags, and fell heavily in front of them.

"I'm losing!"

"What's the matter?"

"Which one is throwing something in the street?"

"Throwing such a big lump, believe it or not, beheading you?"

"Wait a minute, this seems to be ......"

"Big guy?"

"Big Guy !!"

“！！！！！！！”