Chapter Eighty-Five: There Is Still an Old Man Coming to Fight Black Boxing

The big boat passed through Hangzhou, and a few people who were numb on the boat decided to go down to shop, this is Su Xiaolou's second visit to Hangzhou, and the scene of the first time in Hangzhou is completely different, this year is the first year of the national mourning period, and it is also a heavy mourning period.

Why bother to invite Su Xiaolou to visit one of his teachers together, Su Xiaolou thought about what Wenchen could do when he met, although it was very elegant to talk and laugh about Hongru, but it was really not suitable for him, he might be able to make He Bi's teacher angry to death, and pretended to cough twice and said weakly: "Ahem!" I seem to have contracted a cold, I'm afraid it will infect your teacher, so I won't go, you go! ”

"That's fine!" Why turn around and leave.

Su Xiaolou looked into the distance to confirm that he had left, and immediately resumed his vigorous appearance, and rushed into a restaurant with a depressed business, and looked around, there was no hidden secret whistle, Su Xiaolou went straight to the counter of the restaurant: "Shopkeeper, palace jade liquor." ”

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and whispered: "One hundred and eighty cups." ”

"How's this wine?"

"Listen to me blow it to you." The shopkeeper put down his hanging heart, took out a mask from under the counter and whispered, "Please come inside." ”

Su Xiaolou picked up the mask and put it on his face, and under the leadership of the shopkeeper, he entered a secret door, passed through a narrow and dark underground passage, and arrived at the underground casino.

At this time, this kind of place must not bring that angry young man here, otherwise he can take the entire casino to the end.

When he came to Hangzhou for the first time, Su Xiaolou heard about this place, and he thought about it until now, and he always wanted to come and see it, and today he finally got the opportunity, this is not an ordinary casino, this is a slave fighting field, life is endless, and the battle is endless.

The whole casino has two floors, in the shape of "Hui", the upper layer is covered with onlookers, everyone wears a ghost mask provided by the restaurant, so that no one can see anyone's face, and you don't have to worry about being secretly reported by which bastard, you can have fun.

In the middle of the casino is a cage room, which is also the second floor of the casino, where slaves fight, and not all the slaves who fight in the cage are slaves who have no human rights, and there are civilians who are forced to live.

The two lean people who appear now, they look like slaves of the profession, the perennial high-intensity exercise makes the flesh on the body extremely tight, looking very thin, the body is full of muscles, because they have not seen the sun for a long time, the whole person is pale and hysterical decadence.

When Su Xiaolou arrived, the game was already in the second half of the game, and now it was too late to buy the bet, so I could only watch it for a while.

Su Xiaolou squeezed through the crowd and lay on the railing overlooking the fierce battle below, the slave with the red belt on the field played the trick of diving feints, and he couldn't wait for eight hundred feints in a second, when he felt that the opponent thought that his movements were all feints, he would attack with heavy punches, but the slave with the blue belt was like a dormant beast, not affected by the feints at all, every time the opponent attacked, he could defend, as long as the opponent showed a flaw, he would press the opposite person to the ground and rub it with a fierce attack.

There was a cry from upstairs:

"Down with him!"

"Down with him!"

"Down with him!"

Every time Su Xiaolou thought that the slave with the red belt was going to climb on the ground and couldn't get up, he could grit his teeth and get up, and there was a sentence that could not be more suitable for him: born like a weed, indomitable.

In fact, the physical strength of the two of them has been almost consumed, and it is cold and snowy outside, but they are both naked, and their bodies are red when they burst with passion.

The slave with the red belt was still constantly swiping and feintifying, and after four or five feints, a low leg kick was perfectly avoided by the opponent, Su Xiaolou felt that this person must have been stupid in his brain, and he didn't know how to change his strategy, and he would die on the south wall if he hit the south wall.

The red belt slave suddenly shook his front hand, and his back hand was over the top of the fist, slamming on the opponent's head, and the blue belt fell to the ground with a bang, unable to return to his senses for a long time, Su Xiaolou understood, the feints and attacks before the red belt were to make the opponent's attention move down, the lower the better, so that the opponent naturally neglected his punches, after he figured out the rhythm of the opponent's movements and dismissed, he had already secretly changed the strategy, such a smart slave.

This duel has been decided by this point, and even if the slave with the blue belt can barely stand up, the red belt will seize the opportunity to beat him until he can't stand up.

Sure enough, the blue-belted slave was quickly kicked and couldn't stand up, and the battle definitely ended in victory for Red.

The people on the field sighed, and some unwilling people were still shouting: "Stand up!" Stand up! "It seems that most of them are betting on the blue side to win.

The next one is even more interesting, a strong man full of tendons and flesh walked out, and the strong man has to be 1.9 meters, his strong muscles make his head very small, and the lower half of his face is full of beards.

The picture turned and looked at the opposite side, it turned out to be a little old man, his hair was half white, the folds on his face were about to catch up with the bitter gourd, and his back was a little hunched, he looked fifty years old, a lot shorter than the strong man, if he received a punch from the strong man, the bones would have to fall apart!

The people upstairs were in an uproar: "Where did the old man come from, is he here to find death?" ”

"Maybe the old man's sword is not old! This game is wonderful, this game is so exciting, hahaha......"

"Old man, this is a life patrol, we are happy! If you don't rush anything else, just rush this, I'll bet on the old man to win, old man, come on! Come on. ”

The old man on the field was very confident, unaffected, and greeted the audience very warmly.

This group of people said very well, when it came to betting, few people were optimistic about the old man, and they all bet on the other side, Su Xiaolou decided to add some popularity to the old man, not for anything else, just to play!

After a whistle, a game of disparity in strength began, and the strong man was not in a hurry to make a move, and said disdainfully: "Old man, I don't want to touch human life in my hands, since you are not a slave here, I will give you another chance, hurry up!" ”

The people in the stands also joined in the fun: "That's it, let's go quickly!" If you don't have money, you can earn a few bucks by asking for food on the street, which is better than dying here. ”

The old man was unmoved: "Young man, don't be arrogant too early, I am a closed disciple of Zhang Tianshi, the head of the Wudang Sect, and it is not certain who loses and who wins!" ”

The strong man immediately became nervous, maybe this old man really had two hits, if he couldn't even beat an old man with half of his body in the ground, he would lose the adult.

"Ahh Bah! The old man saw you selling fake medicine on the street two days ago! How? The Wudang faction has now switched to selling counterfeit medicines? ”