"Bang!"

Seeing someone coming, Yu Jiu's eyes were cold, and the teacup he was holding in his hand suddenly shattered.

Tea spilled in all directions.

Yu Jiu, who was over forty years old, shook off the tea soup in his hand, and slowly stood up with an expressionless face, a pair of big eyes were gradually narrowing and condensing, becoming fierce and yin, like a long worm spitting out letters, as if it would bite out at any time.

"Little bastard, you've jumped out!"

A grim sneer came out of his mouth.

In a word.

The crowd that was originally waiting under the ring instantly broke out into an uproar and exclamations, and then they flew through the streets and alleys one by one, but the news spread.

"It's a fight, old and young masters, let's go and see it, Yu Jiuye is going to fight with the Lord of Yama from Tianjin, life and death are ......"

Howling at the top of his throat.

As soon as I heard that there was a lively show to watch, I saw that in those alleys and alleys, there were already a lot of people pouring out, men, women and children, peddlers and pawns, one by one, stretching their necks and glancing straight to the ring.

How many years, starting from Yang Luchan, the movement of the fight in Beijing has become a drama that people are looking forward to, laymen look at the lively, insiders look at the doorway, then if there is, you must not miss it, life can be lost, and the excitement can not be made up, this is about to become the rules of Beijing.

What's more, martial arts competitions are common, but this life and death fight is on the stake of his own reputation and life, if anyone dies, then his name can be regarded as a stepping stone for others, paving the way for others, this is much more exciting than the beheading and killing people, the fist is divided into life and death, and it is a technical job.

As soon as I saw the main owner coming, the places around the West Fourth Archway, originally laughed and chatted, walked the dog and teased the birds, and the stubborn idlers immediately ran fast, for fear of squeezing people behind the slow, one by one squeezed their heads to drill in, and for a time it was a chicken flying dog jumping.

The movement off the field, Su Hongxin didn't have time to pay attention.

That Yu Jiu turned his head and beckoned to his apprentice, "Bring it up!"

Immediately, the next person at the bottom quickly rolled over with his hands and feet, and took out two life and death certificates from his arms, white paper and black letters, the ink had dried, and it seemed that they were things that had been prepared a long time ago.

"Boy, if you're brave enough, you can make a mark on it!"

Su Hongxin sneered.

"Don't provoke Lao Tzu with words, I didn't plan to let you live today, but I can't trust you!"

He turned his head and arched his hand at the crowd.

"Those of you present, I don't know which martial arts seniors are interested in coming up to make a notarization?"

Yu Jiu's cheek muscles tightened, as if he was clenching his teeth, and forcibly endured the killing intent, but he didn't say much, but he wanted to see what tricks the kid in front of him could play, anyway, it didn't matter who he was looking for, as long as he signed this form, it would be endless.

Spread out a word, the people in the martial arts under the stage, you look at me, I look at you, I don't have the courage to go up, one is that the remaining nine martial arts are strong, and the other is that his seniority is very high, but he is a scoop of a faction, and the low rank is not a joke, and the low martial arts are needless to say.

The crowd stared wide-eyed.

But at this moment, I heard a peaceful old voice slowly come out. "In that case, then let me come!"

Looking for the sound, I saw that in the crowd, an old man wearing a melon skin hat, a round face and a white beard, and a slightly wide and fat figure was walking up with his hands behind his back.

"Oh, Gong Jianhou, it's Gong Jianhou!"

The old man was dressed in a black satin horse coat, lined with a white robe, full of heaven, two gray and white thick eyebrows like snow in the distant mountains, a big nose and a wide mouth, and his eyes were bright and bright.

As soon as it came out, it only provoked an exclamation.

But who is this old man?

This person's surname is Yang, the large Yang Jianhou, one of the few remaining grandmasters in the Taiji Gate, and his status is even more terrifying, but he is the third son of Yang Luchan, which is naturally not trivial.

At this time, even Yu Jiu didn't dare to slack off.

Whether he is horizontal or evil, but if he really wants to discuss with Taijimen, or this old man, it will be far worse.

The old man looked kind, walked slowly, and stepped on the ring more than two meters high on the wooden frame, which was light and silent, and did not hear the sound, as if it had fallen on cotton.

Even Su Hongxin was a little secretly frightened, this strength was invisible, and he was afraid that the strength of the recoil under his feet would be worn out. However, hearing the name of this person, he was not too surprised, Yang's Taijiquan, since Yang Lu Chan name Zhen Jinghua began, in addition to his eldest son died early, the remaining two sons are extraordinary, the second son Yang Banhou also got a "Yang invincible" title, these three sons Yang Jianhou, is to teach boxing and martial arts, cloth law to pass on skills, the reputation of martial arts is extremely high, so it is respected and respected by people in the martial arts.

Jian Hou Gong?

Hearing this name, he remembered a thing, a few days ago, in the Yuanshun Dart Bureau, Ma San fought viciously with the master of Taijimen who had won the hand, and it seemed that this person had been mentioned.

Now that person's body is still buried in the dart game, I don't know if the people of "Taijimen" will cause any trouble if they know about it.

But the thoughts in his mind were clear in a blink of an eye, and he already looked at Yu Jiu coldly, not to mention anything else, today, let's deal with this fight first, Li Shuwen has given him a lot of affection, if he hides and doesn't come out, then he really has no face to mix in the martial arts.

The old man was already in the ring, took the two forms, looked at the words on them, and then looked at Su Hongxin again, as if he looked at it a few times, before he shouted to the people in the audience: "Today, there is Yu Jiu of Yanqing Gate, and Su Hongxin of Baji Gate, who is about to fight in the ring, and his fists and feet have no eyes, so they each have a copy of life and death." After this battle, regardless of life and death, past grievances are colluded, Yan Qing and the eight poles must no longer retaliate and seek revenge, if there is no objection, sign and draw it, and the pen will take effect!"

Su Hongxin's face was expressionless, this Yu Jiu actually classified him as a disciple of the "Eight Pole Gate", but it was okay, the difference between him and Li Shuwen was just a matter of apprenticeship and tea ceremony, just a layer of window paper, so today, he would earn face for Li Shuwen.

"Boy, please!"

Yu Jiu sneered.

There are already people around him who offer pen and ink.

Su Hongxin raised his eyebrows, lifted his sleeves, dipped his arms in ink, and wrote the words "Su Hongxin" on the "state of life and death".

But when the few people next to him saw the word, the corners of their mouths twitched, and their expressions were strange.

It's ugly.

Crooked, crawling like an earthworm, if you don't know what this kid is called, I'm afraid you won't be able to recognize what this is written.

On the contrary, Su Hongxin was unaware, and a pair of eyes stared at Yu Jiu viciously.

Actually, can he be blamed for this?

The ancestors of his family for several generations were all illiterate and illiterate reckless people, and it was good if he didn't starve to death, so he couldn't write any words.

However, it is true that the pen took effect.

The two signed and signed the pledge.

"Okay, the pleadings have been filed!"

Yang Jianhou only showed the life and death situation to everyone in the audience, and then arched his hand to the two people in the ring, and then walked down.

By the time only Su Hongxin and Yu Jiu were left, the originally noisy and noisy West Fourth Archway had quickly quieted down, and one by one they looked at the two people on the field with burning eyes and wide eyes.

Yu Jiu paced and changed his position, and said coldly: "Little bastard......"

Before the words were finished, he immediately saw Su Hongxin opposite him, his five fingers were clenched, and there was a loud sound in his hand, the back of his hand was exposed, and he scolded viciously: "The eighteenth generation of your ancestors!"

Yu Jiu's face froze, and his eyes were steeply dilated.

"Look for death!"

He stepped in an arc under his feet, and he was already moving upward.

"I'll let you die first!"

Su Hongxin's eyes flashed sharply, and at the same time, he hurried with a lunge, raised his arm and shook his hand, and set off a gust of wind all over his body, his right elbow was already lifted up, and the arrow on the string of the whole person ran out.