The cold moonlight was cast on the martial arts arena, and everything looked like mercury.

There were several people standing on the eaves of the martial arts hall.

Yang Dongxiong stood on the eaves at the front, looking at the roaring young man below, watching him clench his teeth and hate, his face hideous, but he didn't stop this farce.

Around everyone, the apprentice who was arrested to explain the cause and effect of the incident sweated profusely on his forehead and trembled.

"I'm over!"

Liang Qu let go of his hand suddenly, shook off the restraint of the two, and returned to the center of the venue amid the call.

The moonlight shone sideways on Liang Qu's sharp face, light and dark were staggered, and the high bridge of his nose cast shadows, so that one of his eyes was hidden in the shadows, and the other was calm and expressionless.

Ten steps apart, the two sides confronted each other.

One person on one side, seven people on one side.

Moonlight and lights illuminate the night.

Liang Qu stood very straight, like an out-of-body sword, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

The dog stuff is so fucking good to fit.

Lu Tingcai became more and more annoyed, especially when he saw the eyes of several female apprentices on the side, he almost went crazy, he stretched out his hand and picked up the wooden stick on the weapon rack on the side.

The martial arts hall can't help but fight, and there are weapon racks, but in order to prevent young people from hitting real fire, there are only wooden sticks, no sharp weapons.

Lu Tingcai turned his head: "A newcomer, I'll just come by myself, let him know and be in awe." ”

Everyone nodded, and they felt the same way.

So many people watched, and it was really embarrassing that seven people were on it together.

Lu Tingcai shook his stick, sneered, and walked forward slowly, like a hill.

He is 1.9 meters tall and can look up at the beams that are not fully developed.

Especially with the shrinking distance, it is even more amazing.

Li Libo and Chen Jiechang were behind Liang Qu and swallowed their saliva, but no matter how they called, Liang Qu didn't seem to hear it.

Lu Tingcai paced forward, getting closer little by little, and when he approached the three-meter position, he sneered, kicked the ground suddenly, and rushed over like a sharp arrow.

The force started from the ground, Lu Tingcai tensed the muscles of his whole body, and every inch was spinning with force, twisting from the center of his left foot to his right hand, and then to the short stick.

He held up an egg-thick wooden stick and smashed it against the top door of the beam canal, and the wooden stick cut through the wind with a terrifying whistling.

Lu Tingcai couldn't wait to see the scene of Liang Qutou's bloodshed, driven by anger, such an angle and speed were completely the most perfect play, almost beyond his expectations.

Looking at the different opponents like wooden people, violent pleasure rose from his chest.

Liang Qu was always calm, until the shadow of the stick was close in front of him, he stepped forward, reached out and grabbed Lu Tingcai's wrist, and said goodbye, the strength was so great, he gently and skillfully snatched the wooden stick in his hand, and knocked him to the ground with a mouth.

There was silence, so quiet that you could hear the wind in the distance.

Everyone dilated their pupils at this moment, and the moment they turned their hands, the winner was decided.

Almost no one saw Liang Qu's movements, too fast and too ruthless.

Li Libo and Chen Jiechang behind Liang Qu opened their mouths wide, as if something was blocking their throats.

The crickets crowed again.

The moonlight shone on the top of Lu Tingcai's head, and it was as cold as ice, his wrists were swollen, covering his face, and he was completely white, completely unaware of what was going on.

What's going on, I just, I just got slapped?

In an instant, Lu Tingcai's forehead was exposed, and he jumped suddenly, he supported the ground with his hands, jumped up violently, and smashed it with his fist.

Liang Qu grabbed Lu Tingcai's forearm with one hand and blocked it, and another slap landed on his face, with a clean "snap".

Everyone saw it clearly, and everyone was dumbfounded.

Lu Tingcai sat in place, in disbelief, and indescribable shame welled up in his heart, he gasped twice on the ground like a dog beast, and wanted to jump.

Liang Qu didn't give him another chance to fight back, he stepped forward and pulled out the short stick in his hand.

Lu Tingcai only saw the wooden stick turn into an afterimage, swinging it heavily on the side of his face, a mouthful of sweet blood spurted out, he rolled and fell to the ground, half of his face was completely numb, he didn't know if the entire row of teeth on one side fell out.

Liang Qu lowered his eyebrows, looked at a few broken teeth on the ground, and took a step forward.

"Don't come here!" Lu Tingcai covered his face and yelled in fear!

"Hurry, hurry!"

At this time, the six sluggish people on the other side reacted and rushed forward with a call.

Liang Qu took another step, raised the wooden stick, and wanted to knock all the teeth on the other side of Lu Tingcai, but there was already a roar in front of him.

Liang Qu took a stride lunge to lower his waist, twisted his left knee at 90 degrees, kicked the ground and exerted force, twisted his waist, and the short stick roared, drawing a big arc in the air!

Xue Dingyi was hit in the jaw with a short stick, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole face was distorted and deformed, and he rolled to the ground.

Like boiling water and pouring snowballs, several people behind Xue Dingyi hurriedly retreated to both sides.

On the other side, the short and sturdy evil man who rushed over roared, picked up the stick and blasted it towards Liang Qu's shoulder, but a terrible palpitation suddenly enveloped him, and the blood in his heart seemed to flow backwards for a moment, and his movements were disordered.

Liang Qu stepped forward, the short stick shook the wrist of the short and sturdy man, and before Liang Qu relaxed, an unstoppable violence spread to Liang Qu's arm, Liang Qu's body was stunned, and he forcibly endured the blood rolling, withdrew the short stick, flipped his wrist, and pointed out a stick, hitting the comer's dantian.

The comer couldn't get back in one breath, his body shook for a while, and he fell to the ground.

The remaining three roared angrily and rushed up, brandishing wooden sticks and smashing down, too many and too dense, Liang Qu blocked two, but someone jumped up and shook and hit Liang Qu on the head.

Liang Qu felt that the entire cranial cavity vibrated like an iron bell that had been hit, and blood spilled from his nose and mouth at the same time.

Then he got up from the back, and hit him in the back again, Liang Qu stared, almost tearing the corners of his eyes, he held his breath, the green tendons on his forearm twisted like a snake, kicked the person in front of him, turned around and swept, and the person who got up didn't have time to dodge at all, and was hit with a stick to break the side ribs.

There were too many people, and those who fell stood up again, and four or five sticks were waved at the same time, blocking two, and there were always three people hitting them.

There was chaos on the martial arts arena in an instant, and the development of things was beyond everyone's expectations, and everyone watched blankly, not knowing what to do.

Blood-stained sticks, hideous expressions, torn muscles, a silver full moon, flickering candlelight, cold eyes, and a starry sky......

One figure after another pounced, and the short stick hit Liang Qu's body, but he didn't seem to feel any pain, and with his physical fitness, he pulled out one stick after another, and the pressed figure flew out.

Lu Tingcai's speed of getting up is getting slower and slower, and the strength of the stick in his hand is getting lighter and lighter.

But Liang Qu's anger became more and more vigorous, and the stick in his hand seemed to be about to split people in half!

The blood-covered human face distorted, and the cold night became terrifying.

Someone threw out the short stick in his hand and replaced it with a green brick, but before he could hit Liang Qu, he was smashed by someone with a brick.

The short stick suddenly broke, and Liang Qu swooped forward, grabbed a person's waist and abdomen and hit the ground, the man rolled his eyes and let go of the short stick in his hand.

Liang Qu reached out and grabbed the man's hair, picked up his head and smashed it to the ground, the hard yellow mud was smashed out of a pit, and his face was full of flowers.

Another stick smashed on his back, Liang Qu ignored the pain, forced a breath, grabbed the short stick and turned over, and with a round stroke, the man was knocked to the ground again, and several ribs were broken.

Liang Qu turned around with a stick, but he waved it empty.

No one was standing anymore.

He lowered his head, blood and broken teeth all over the floor.

Round beads of blood dripped from the stick.

Liang Qu was half-kneeling on the ground, and behind him were all wailing young people, his side cheeks bulged, and he used his tongue to push it up, spitting out a mouthful of blood foam, and the throat blocked by blood stasis began to breathe smoothly again.

"Whew."

Liang Qu took a deep breath, propped up the wooden stick in his hand on the ground, his torn muscles trembled and squeezed out the last trace of strength, staggered to support his body and stood up, standing straight in the middle of the field.

Li Libo and Chen Jiechang opened their mouths completely and couldn't shout.

The apprentices on the edge of the martial arts arena fell into an eerie silence.

Liang Qu let out a long breath leisurely, unable to hide the exhaustion and pain all over his body.

One beats seven, too reluctantly.

And......

Liang Qu tilted his head and saw the person standing on the eaves in the moonlight.

The fusion level is approaching fifty, and he can already manipulate the blood slightly, but unfortunately the subtlety is not enough, and he can only act on the heart where the blood is most concentrated, and a very short reverse flow occurs.

But Liang Qu only used it once, and when he screwed his body, he saw the people on the roof, guessed who it was, and didn't dare to use it again.

"Lu Tingcai, Xue Dingyi, Yu Weilong, Xiang Quji...... The seven of you won't be in the martial arts hall in the future! ”

The dust settled, and on the roof, several figures jumped down, and the loud voice spread throughout the martial arts arena.

The old man at the head came to Liang Qu, and his tone couldn't tell the joy and anger.

"Your name is Liang Qu, isn't it?"

"Yes."

Liang Qu lowered his head and smiled tiredly.

"Are you interested in being my disciple?"