As soon as the words fell, Wu Liu's hand was like a tiger, his right foot kicked the ground, rushed forward, and came straight to Zheng Jirong's door with a punch.

Zheng Jirong did not retreat but advanced, and the whole person leaned towards Wu Liu's arms.

He moved and stopped, unloading the strength of that punch, and the right fist clenched around his waist smashed towards Wu Liushou's right leg.

This punch is like a heavy hammer, if it hits, it will instantly abolish Wu Liu's hand and one leg.

But at the critical moment, Wu Liu's left leg was on the knee and intercepted Zheng Jirong's punch.

This punch seemed to hit the steel plate, and Zheng Jirong's arm instantly became numb.

Wu Liushou seized the opportunity, his fists and knees hit like a storm, Zheng Jirong was not in a hurry, kept turning his wrists, set up Wu Liushou's offensive, and kept stepping back.

Then he grabbed the flaw in his chest and rushed to Wu Liu's chest with a forward kick, and Wu Liushou was caught off guard and was kicked back a few steps.

Zheng Jirong immediately followed with the force of his feet, hooking and kicking, teasing yin, and flicking and kicking the chain legs, his legs were like iron whips, and he forced Wu Liu's hand to the corner of the wall almost instantly.

Wu Liu's arms couldn't block, and the left side of his face was kicked by a whip leg, and he threw himself directly at Zheng Jirong's feet in hard pain, holding his legs with both hands and trying to pull him down.

Zheng Jirong's legs were rooted in the ground, and his fists fell on the back of Wu Liu's hand like raindrops, but he didn't expect that Wu Liu's old boy not only had great strength, but also his ability to be beaten was not weak, and he hugged Zheng Jirong against his offensive and threw him aside.

Zheng Jirong slapped the back of Wu Liu's hand with his right palm, and landed smoothly with a twist in the air.

Looking at Wu Liushou in front of him, who was still breathing smoothly although his head was full of colors, Zheng Jirong frowned slightly.

Although this old boy is not as fast as him, his strength is not much different from him, and he is extremely capable of being beaten with horizontal flesh, and it is not easy to take him down in a short time without using a knife, but ......

Zheng Jirong said solemnly: "Master Wu, you have to take care of my next punch." ”

As soon as the words fell, Zheng Jirong's right foot kicked the ground, his body was as tight as a longbow, and a punch was like a spear stabbing out, his arm was like a spear, and his fist was like the tip of a spear.

Wu Liu's hands couldn't dodge, so he had to put his arms together in front of him, but after being hit by this punch, he felt a stream of air explode, instantly knocking him over eight or nine meters and hitting the wall heavily!

Wu Liu's hands and eyes darkened, and before he fell unconscious, he whispered two words in his mouth: "True anger? ”

……

Inside the Emperor's Shocking Fist Martial Arts Hall.

Zheng Jirong looked at Wu Liushou with a strange face and his arms wrapped in bandages and his nose and swollen face.

"Mr. Zheng! Zheng Daxia! As long as you are willing to pass on my true qi secrets, whether it is on the knife mountain or under the sea of fire, I will never say a word! Wu Liushou looked at Zheng Jirong's eyes and said with an oath.

I didn't expect this old boy to be a martial arts idiot.

Zheng Jirong thought for a while and said slowly: "Do you know what I do? ”

"I know, Ah Yi already told me before you came."

"Okay, but the True Qi secret book I have cultivated is the only one passed down by my master, and only me and my senior brother can do it in the world, which is extremely precious......

Wu Liushou knelt down directly when he heard this, and said earnestly: "I am willing to worship you as a teacher, and only seek the method of true qi cultivation!" ”

Zheng Jirong hurriedly got up and helped him up, "It's not that necessary, you also know that I am a mixed club, as long as you are willing to stay by my side and listen to my instructions for ten years, I will teach you the method of true qi cultivation after ten years." ”

Wu Liushou was overjoyed when he heard this, and said busily: "Yes, I am not forty years later, and I am in the prime of life." ”

What?! You're only in your twenties?!

Zheng Jirong looked at Wu Liushou in disbelief with a meaty face and a vicious face in front of him, this look is believed in his forties, but he is only in his twenties?

No wonder there's a mushroom head!

"Okay, let's rest for a few days, and then come to me to report when you've healed from your injuries."

After speaking, Zheng Jirong took Ah Yi and prepared to leave.

"Wait!" A soft female voice came from the reception desk of the martial arts hall.

A tall and slender girl with a fresh and natural temperament trotted over.

"This is the clothes you just took off, sir." Fanny holds the coat that Zheng Jirong took off when he was talking.

Zheng Jirong looked at her carefully, huh...... The face is not as delicate as Amei, and the figure is not as hot as Monroe.

"Thank you" Zheng Jirong took his clothes and walked away with Ah Yi.

Only Fanny in the martial arts hall was left looking at Zheng Jirong's back.

……

Inside the car.

Ah Yi looked at Zheng Jirong who was closing his eyes in the rearview mirror, and said again and again: "Brother Rong? ”

"Huh?"

"Is there really such a thing as true qi in this world? I always thought it was a fiction in a martial arts novel. Ah Yi asked.

"Yes, but there are not many people who will" Zheng Jirong said frankly, "What? I want to learn. ”

Ah Yi hurriedly shook his head, "I don't have any talent for martial arts, so I definitely won't be able to learn it." ”

"You just need to practice your ordinary fists and feet well, don't be too ambitious."

In Zheng Jirong's impression, there are only two people he has seen who have practiced true qi, himself and his senior brother.

His current ability should be inferior to his senior brother, in his memory, he had fought with his senior brother Ling Lingqi many times, and he was defeated more than he won.

Well...... If you encounter a strong enemy on Hong Kong Island that you can't deal with, call someone to call your senior brother over.

……

Inside Monroe's Bar.

As soon as Zheng Jirong came in, he saw Monroe who was settling accounts in front of the bar, he strode over, took her hand and walked to the room on the second floor.

Meng Luo blushed and beat Zheng Jirong's arm, "If you want to die, you want to do bad things in broad daylight!" And the guests! ”

Zheng Jirong said without looking back: "The guest is handed over to the waiter." ”

In the room, Zheng Jirong took off his coat and underwear, revealing his bruised arms and back.

Meng Luo stroked Zheng Jirong's arms distressedly, "Got into a fight?" ”

"It's okay, I had a fight with a martial arts hall master, and he was more seriously injured."

Monroe gave him a blank look, pushed him down on the bed, then took out safflower oil and bone-setting medicine wine from the drawer, poured some on his hands, rubbed his hands together and gently massaged Zheng Jirong to relax his muscles.

Zheng Jirong buried his head in the pillow and let out a moan of comfort.

After Mengluo finished massaging, Zheng Jirong almost fell asleep comfortably.

"Wait, you want to go?" Zheng Jirong looked at Monroe, who was about to leave, and said.

Monroe turned her head and glared at him amorously, "The store is going to be busy later." ”

Zheng Jirong got up and hugged her, "You can go back to work when I'm done." ”

Monroe blushed and pushed him away, "Wait, I'll wash my hands first." ”

……

After the clouds and rain,

Zheng Jirong lay on the bed and lit a cigarette, the Monroe beside him was gone, this beautiful girl took the bar business very seriously, and dragged her sore legs down to greet the guests.

Successfully subdued Wu Liushou, a master, Zheng Jirong was excited and a little puzzled at the same time, why was Wu Liushou, who was so fierce, kicked by an eighth woman who didn't know martial arts more than ten meters away in the original film?

He really couldn't figure it out, maybe nonsensical comedy was like that.

Having said that, now that there are masters, what makes me want to be on top again is the capital and timing.

The time has not yet come, but the money is ......

Well, it's time to go to prison and see Robinson, and his 300 million bonds are bound to be obtained by himself.