Hearing the movement outside the door, the faint smile on Chen Zhuo's face, pretending to welcome the guest, disappeared and disappeared.

"Gaba!"

He was about to go out to find out, but just two steps later, the banner of the dart game erected under the clear blue sky had fallen with a crisp cracking sound.

Outside followed by shouting and shouting, and it was lively in an instant.

When he walked to the door expressionlessly, he saw a group of people dressed in linen and filial piety, holding a tablet, about 20 men and women, all with gloomy faces, full of resentment, all of them were disciples of the Shenshou Gate, just like a funeral, so not unlucky.

Entrance to the hospital.

"It's okay, I didn't kill him, but I broke three ribs and had to lie on the bed."

An elder of the Martial Sect who was watching the ceremony checked the young man's injuries.

The surrounding rangers breathed a sigh of relief, then glared angrily, and then looked at the fallen flag, and their eyes were red.

Just seeing Chen Zhuo striding over, the faces of several people changed, and they hurriedly persuaded: "Master Chen, don't be angry, today is a big day for you to apprentice, it is not appropriate to see blood, this matter must not be impulsive." ”

Spring is just right, and the sun rises in the east.

A ray of sunlight hit Chen Zhuo's face, and his whole face seemed to be painted with a layer of gold paint, like the king of the temple stepping down from his seat.

"Don't worry, I'm not angry, I just want to kill him at best."

He looked at the young ranger lying on the ground, and then at the group of people at the door, there was no expression on his face, but under the drooping eyelids, there was a coldness in his eyes.

"God's Hand Gate? Not dead yet? ”

That night, although the twelve of them killed the Shenshou Gate, there were a few fish left behind, some were in Jinmen, some had not yet returned to Beijing, and some were watching outside, and they escaped to death.

I didn't expect to dare to come to the door.

"The surname is Chen, my Divine Hand Gate was slaughtered, are you involved in it?"

A woman asked bitterly.

Chen Zhuo's eyelids lifted, and his expression was unwavering, "The children of the rivers and lakes are dead in the rivers and lakes, the victory or defeat is life and death, and the strength speaks." Before you ask these words, you should think carefully about what you have done in recent years to lose your conscience and offend someone...... Bears the name of the four mountains in the capital, but he thinks about Panyan and deserves to be killed. ”

He glanced at the woman who spoke, "You were the one who built the tone in the gold and silver building at the beginning, and if you can live, you should steal the fun." ”

"What a child of the rivers and lakes is dead, since the strength speaks, if my strength is enough, I can also kill you?"

With a cold snort, the person who was able to roll the name walked out, but he was a black-faced man, with a tall figure, high cheekbones, and a pair of narrow eyes under the filial piety cloth were lightly raised, and the cold eyes implied murder.

When the man spoke, the woman stopped talking, but stepped aside.

As soon as this man walked out again, three other men raised their eyes and came out of the crowd.

"If you have the guts, try it."

Chen Zhuo's eyes narrowed, as if he had seen some clues.

This Divine Hand Sect Tree is scattered, how can there be any background, let alone a disciple who dares to come forward, he has done all the bad things, he is used to being domineering, and there is no good martial arts force, how can four people come out now.

"Click!"

"Click!"

"Click!"

Suddenly, the pupils of the onlookers shrank sharply, as if they were all moved by the terrifying scene.

But I saw that among the four people, there was a burly man with his arms around his feet, and the stone slab under his feet collapsed in response, collapsing a footprint several inches deep, and he only walked three steps, and he had reached the bottom of the steps.

What a domineering foreign kung fu.

Many martial arts celebrities looked at each other, secretly surprised when such a master would emerge from the Divine Hand Gate.

But as soon as this person took off the filial piety cloth on his head and revealed his true face, everyone's faces changed wildly.

It's a blonde and blue-eyed hairie.

But Chen Zhuo saw some Han characteristics from the other party's face, thinking that he had Han blood.

Thinking about it, it seems that the iron hat king that Ao Qing respects has this ability, and this black man is full of a sharp and murderous aura unique to soldiers, I am afraid that he is a master in the army.

Figure what?

Li Cunyi and Cheng Tinghua in the courtyard also heard the sound, and when they saw a foreign-haired man standing outside the dart bureau, their faces were difficult to look at.

"Foreigners?"

The remaining three, except for the black man, the other two also uncovered the filial piety cloth, one tall and one short, the tall face was like a sick ghost, the hair was scorched, and the short one was wearing the unique clogs of the Orientals.

In front of everyone's eyes, the dwarf in clogs smiled strangely, paced around, walked to the dart flag, and stepped on it.

It's just that as soon as he landed and didn't stand firmly, he suddenly heard a cold snort in his ears, "Get out!" ”

Suddenly, a strong wind flew in and whizzed by, like a flying locust.

Like a long time prepared, this person raised his palm into a knife, turned around and split, the hand knife broke through the air, a stone was cut apart by the air, but the next second there were two flying stones to hit, one after the other, like birds and cranes flying away, up and down fluttering, difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction.

The man's eyes were wide open, his palms were turned over, blocking his chest, seeing that the posture was going to be hard-connected, he didn't want a flying stone to start first, and before he could dissolve the strength of the stone, the other stone had chased the front stone, and the two stones collided, like a cannon battle.

In an instant, the man had staggered out, his face was pale and ugly, his right hand trembled, and when he looked down, he saw that there was a bloody hole in his palm, and blood was pouring out.

When Chen Zhuo picked up the apricot yellow banner and wiped the soil on it, everyone woke up like a dream.

"Master Chen is a good stone!"

"What a meteor to catch the moon!"

"What a flying locust stone!"

……

The change was very fast, and everyone went from shock to anger to shock and applause, in just three or two breaths.

The black man didn't react, waved his hand away, pointed at Chen Zhuo, and said lightly: "We are here for him today, and this matter has nothing to do with others...... Don't worry, we won't kill you, don't you like to fight, as long as you win the three of us, we will leave immediately, but if you lose, you need to go with us...... Otherwise, don't hang the signboard of the Yuanshun Dart Bureau. ”

"Three to one, what kind of hero!"

Someone snorted coldly.

The black man swept everyone present and smiled playfully, "What kind of martial arts, it's just a joke, in that case, counting him, which two of you are interested in playing two tricks with our brothers?" ”

As soon as these words came out, there was the terrifying scene of the foreigner stomping on the stone in front of him, and everyone in the martial arts sect, you look at me, I look at you, it seems that they are waiting for others to come up first.

"Count me in!"

Suddenly, a man came out of the crowd, who seemed to be impatient, swept his eyes, and went straight to the blonde and blue-eyed foreign hair, and arched his hand, "In Xia Cangzhou Wang Ziping, I have come to teach Your Excellency a high move!" ”

I don't want that foreign hairman to say a mouthful of authentic Chinese, "Hmph, fists and feet have no eyes, life and death are fate, let's make a statement, lest I kill you later, and you will have to eat a lawsuit." ”

The prince was under thirty years old, and he was in the prime of life, and when he heard this, he twisted his eyebrows and rolled up his sleeves, "Dare to ask if Zunjia is a Han or a foreigner?" ”

The foreign hairy man smiled coldly, "The sick man of East Asia, how can you compare with me!" ”

Wang Ziping's face sank, "You wear my Han clothes and speak my Chinese, looking at your eyebrows and eyes, you still have a bit of Han blood, but you can speak like this, it is really good to be self-respecting, today I will teach you the essence of my Han family, what is humility." ”

"Count me in!"

Shang Yunxiang pressed Zuo Zongsheng, who was about to walk out, shook his feet, shook off his shoes, looked at the tall man who looked like a sick ghost, and said concisely: "Come for a while!" ”

Chen Zhuo took advantage of Li Cunyi and Cheng Tinghua to speak, handed the dart flag to Zuo Zongsheng, raised his chin at the black man, and walked to the side while stretching his muscles and bones, and in the crackling sound, he greeted the old ranger who was on the side: "Uncle Xu, I bother you to set up three copies!" ”