Five minutes later, Liang Xing saw what "the beginning and the end" were.

He dismantled the plaque and the fat man blocked it, so Lao Qin took the opportunity to get into the martial arts hall, the plaque on this side has not been smashed, and the hard disk has come out on the other side, and when he kicks and smashes the plaque, the guy is even ready for diesel.

; Leave your phone down, dare to take pictures and burn your house together!

The fat man who was frightened by a cruel word retreated again and again, and the bearded man was pale, watching the plaque that had been hung in his house for more than ten years being doused with diesel fuel by the two bandits, and even the lighter was snatched from the fat man.

- Neither of them smokes, and they are not in the habit of carrying fires.

; Na, do things to leave a name, this is the seventh generation disciple of Foshan Wing Chun Hall, and the next head, if there is any trick, but it is still that sentence, if you call the police, I will expose it, and I will try it if I don't accept it.

This product was sold to his teammates thoroughly, and Liang Xing didn't care.

The third brother said very clearly, neither of them has to worry about Hongmen looking for trouble, but Lao Qin still has to take care of Li Bazhi's face, but the little senior brother is famous and has no taboos, not to mention that it doesn't hurt anyone.

After Hung Kin Keung is a hero, he cheats a little money Hongmen will only turn a blind eye, and no one cares about arranging Wing Chun or anything, after all, the name is not right, and Hongmen is not the ancestral court of Wing Chun.

The little senior brother is different, he is the descendant of Wing Chun Tong, and it is natural to encounter a lesson of nonsense, but not everyone thinks so, such as the ruling hall Liang Potian.

; Teacher.

Not long after the three left, Liang Xing received an expected phone call, and he opened his mouth to sneer: ; Don't dare to be it, no one cares about me throwing old bones on the street, how dare I pretend to be big in front of my heirs.

; Uncle, listen to my explanation......

; There is no need for Hongmen people to make mistakes and have their own rules to deal with them, no matter how Hong Jianqiang is, I should also give you an explanation for Wing Chun Tang in Hongmen, I want to ask, what is the rule for not handing over the worship post to the door to remove the plaque?

; ......

The little senior brother was speechless, Lao Qin snatched the phone, hung up, turned off the phone, and said angrily: ; What do you explain to him? You two are of different generations, and no matter how reasonable he is, he can give you a hat of disrespecting elders.

; You can hang up the phone of the uncle......

; The phone is out of battery, isn't it okay? This thing lies and never makes a draft; Take my mobile phone and call your father first, I don't believe that Leung Po Tian that old thing dares to sell the old man with the head of Wing Chun Tong!

Liang Xing blinked, deeply convinced.

At this time, it was four o'clock in the afternoon in Los Angeles and seven o'clock in the morning in the East Eighth District, and the head of Liang was used to +86, and he was very strange about the number segment starting with +1.

; Father......

The little senior brother Balabala explained the situation and was mentally prepared to be trained.

; What should I do if someone calls the police?

; Uh, the junior brother dismantled the hard drive, oh, the hard drive is loaded with surveillance video, and said......

; What else to say?

; Liang Xing rubbed his ribs and glared at the guy, swallowed someone's words threatening to burn people's houses into his stomach, and changed his words: also said that if the other party dared to call the police, he would find the media to expose it.

; ...... is also a way.

; Dad, where is Uncle?

; Leave it to me. The voice of the head of Liang was cold, and his son did not get into a lawsuit, and the anger in his heart surged up; His people insulted me Wing Chun first, and he actually asked you to hand over the worship post?

; Yes, the other party is after the Hongmen heroes.

; Hehe, Hongmen hero. Liang Zhangmen seemed to be chewing on these four words, and finally sighed: ; Hongmen disciple, after all, you are not from my Wing Chun Gate, Liang Xing, you have done a good job, very good!

Father Yan suddenly praised him, but the little brother didn't know how to take it.

; Kung fu can't be learned, and you can practice if you are not familiar with the moves, but the breath of a person who practices martial arts cannot be dispersed, and it can withstand the pressure of your uncle, which means that your fist will is solid, which is the foundation of the way of sincerity.

; Burst!

Liang Xing sank his shoulders and elbows, blocked the claws that poked his ribs, and said bluntly: ; Dad, my brother asked me to do this.

; Oh?

; The junior brother said, I am inferior in seniority, and I talk back to my uncle, no matter how reasonable I am, it is disrespectful to the elders.

He had to tell the truth, but his father rolled his eyes, and secretly said Stinky boy, you should have said it earlier! Lao Tzu just finished boasting, how can it end now?

is so unprincipled, how can you be a master in the future?

; Senior brother, you are pure-hearted and sincere, I just came up with a bad idea, and I will have to learn more from my senior brother in the future. Lao Qin made a gesture of contempt to the little senior brother and took the initiative to hand over the steps.

Strange to say, the master and apprentice haven't said a word so far, and the wild monster knows that he doesn't know much about the rules, so he can only secretly guess that there may be something special here, and how to call it is also a problem.

He hasn't kowtowed yet.

He's a seniority.

Don't you want to be beaten!

......

; Five minutes later, Liang Xing saw what "head and tail" were.

He dismantled the plaque and the fat man blocked it, so Lao Qin took the opportunity to get into the martial arts hall, the plaque on this side has not been smashed, and the hard disk has come out on the other side, and when he kicks and smashes the plaque, the guy is even ready for diesel.

; Leave your phone down, dare to take pictures and burn your house together!

The fat man who was frightened by a cruel word retreated again and again, and the bearded man was pale, watching the plaque that had been hung in his house for more than ten years being doused with diesel fuel by the two bandits, and even the lighter was snatched from the fat man.

- Neither of them smokes, and they are not in the habit of carrying fires.

; Na, do things to leave a name, this is the seventh generation disciple of Foshan Wing Chun Hall, and the next head, if there is any trick, but it is still that sentence, if you call the police, I will expose it, and I will try it if I don't accept it.

This product was sold to his teammates thoroughly, and Liang Xing didn't care.

The third brother said very clearly, neither of them has to worry about Hongmen looking for trouble, but Lao Qin still has to take care of Li Bazhi's face, but the little senior brother is famous and has no taboos, not to mention that it doesn't hurt anyone.

After Hung Kin Keung is a hero, he cheats a little money Hongmen will only turn a blind eye, and no one cares about arranging Wing Chun or anything, after all, the name is not right, and Hongmen is not the ancestral court of Wing Chun.

The little senior brother is different, he is the descendant of Wing Chun Tong, and it is natural to encounter a lesson of nonsense, but not everyone thinks so, such as the ruling hall Liang Potian.

; Teacher.

Not long after the three left, Liang Xing received an expected phone call, and he opened his mouth to sneer: ; Don't dare to be it, no one cares about me throwing old bones on the street, how dare I pretend to be big in front of my heirs.

; Uncle, listen to my explanation......

; There is no need for Hongmen people to make mistakes and have their own rules to deal with them, no matter how Hong Jianqiang is, I should also give you an explanation for Wing Chun Tang in Hongmen, I want to ask, what is the rule for not handing over the worship post to the door to remove the plaque?

; ......

The little senior brother was speechless, Lao Qin snatched the phone, hung up, turned off the phone, and said angrily: ; What do you explain to him? You two are of different generations, and no matter how reasonable he is, he can give you a hat of disrespecting elders.

; You can hang up the phone of the uncle......

; The phone is out of battery, isn't it okay? This thing lies and never makes a draft; Take my mobile phone and call your father first, I don't believe that Leung Po Tian that old thing dares to sell the old man with the head of Wing Chun Tong!

Liang Xing blinked, deeply convinced.

At this time, it was four o'clock in the afternoon in Los Angeles and seven o'clock in the morning in the East Eighth District, and the head of Liang was used to +86, and he was very strange about the number segment starting with +1.

; Father......

The little senior brother Balabala explained the situation and was mentally prepared to be trained.

; What should I do if someone calls the police?

; Uh, the junior brother dismantled the hard drive, oh, the hard drive is loaded with surveillance video, and said......

; What else to say?

; Liang Xing rubbed his ribs and glared at the guy, swallowed someone's words threatening to burn people's houses into his stomach, and changed his words: also said that if the other party dared to call the police, he would find the media to expose it.

; ...... is also a way.

; Dad, where is Uncle?

; Leave it to me. The voice of the head of Liang was cold, and his son did not get into a lawsuit, and the anger in his heart surged up; His people insulted me Wing Chun first, and he actually asked you to hand over the worship post?

; Yes, the other party is after the Hongmen heroes.

; Hehe, Hongmen hero. Liang Zhangmen seemed to be chewing on these four words, and finally sighed: ; Hongmen disciple, after all, you are not from my Wing Chun Gate, Liang Xing, you have done a good job, very good!

Father Yan suddenly praised him, but the little brother didn't know how to take it.

; Kung fu can't be learned, and you can practice if you are not familiar with the moves, but the breath of a person who practices martial arts cannot be dispersed, and it can withstand the pressure of your uncle, which means that your fist will is solid, which is the foundation of the way of sincerity.

; Burst!

Liang Xing sank his shoulders and elbows, blocked the claws that poked his ribs, and said bluntly: ; Dad, my brother asked me to do this.

; Oh?

; The junior brother said, I am inferior in seniority, and I talk back to my uncle, no matter how reasonable I am, it is disrespectful to the elders.

He had to tell the truth, but his father rolled his eyes, and secretly said Stinky boy, you should have said it earlier! Lao Tzu just finished boasting, how can it end now?

is so unprincipled, how can you be a master in the future?

; Senior brother, you are pure-hearted and sincere, I just came up with a bad idea, and I will have to learn more from my senior brother in the future. Lao Qin made a gesture of contempt to the little senior brother and took the initiative to hand over the steps.

Strange to say, the master and apprentice haven't said a word so far, and the wild monster knows that he doesn't know much about the rules, so he can only secretly guess that there may be something special here, and how to call it is also a problem.

He hasn't kowtowed yet.

He's a seniority.

Don't you want to be beaten!

......

; Five minutes later, Liang Xing saw what "head and tail" were.

He dismantled the plaque and the fat man blocked it, so Lao Qin took the opportunity to get into the martial arts hall, the plaque on this side has not been smashed, and the hard disk has come out on the other side, and when he kicks and smashes the plaque, the guy is even ready for diesel.

; Leave your phone down, dare to take pictures and burn your house together!

The fat man who was frightened by a cruel word retreated again and again, and the bearded man was pale, watching the plaque that had been hung in his house for more than ten years being doused with diesel fuel by the two bandits, and even the lighter was snatched from the fat man.

- Neither of them smokes, and they are not in the habit of carrying fires.

; Na, do things to leave a name, this is the seventh generation disciple of Foshan Wing Chun Hall, and the next head, if there is any trick, but it is still that sentence, if you call the police, I will expose it, and I will try it if I don't accept it.

This product was sold to his teammates thoroughly, and Liang Xing didn't care.

The third brother said very clearly, neither of them has to worry about Hongmen looking for trouble, but Lao Qin still has to take care of Li Bazhi's face, but the little senior brother is famous and has no taboos, not to mention that it doesn't hurt anyone.

After Hung Kin Keung is a hero, he cheats a little money Hongmen will only turn a blind eye, and no one cares about arranging Wing Chun or anything, after all, the name is not right, and Hongmen is not the ancestral court of Wing Chun.

The little senior brother is different, he is the descendant of Wing Chun Tong, and it is natural to encounter a lesson of nonsense, but not everyone thinks so, such as the ruling hall Liang Potian.

; Teacher.

Not long after the three left, Liang Xing received an expected phone call, and he opened his mouth to sneer: ; Don't dare to be it, no one cares about me throwing old bones on the street, how dare I pretend to be big in front of my heirs.

; Uncle, listen to my explanation......

; There is no need for Hongmen people to make mistakes and have their own rules to deal with them, no matter how Hong Jianqiang is, I should also give you an explanation for Wing Chun Tang in Hongmen, I want to ask, what is the rule for not handing over the worship post to the door to remove the plaque?

; ......

The little senior brother was speechless, Lao Qin snatched the phone, hung up, turned off the phone, and said angrily: ; What do you explain to him? You two are of different generations, and no matter how reasonable he is, he can give you a hat of disrespecting elders.

; You can hang up the phone of the uncle......

; The phone is out of battery, isn't it okay? This thing lies and never makes a draft; Take my mobile phone and call your father first, I don't believe that Leung Po Tian that old thing dares to sell the old man with the head of Wing Chun Tong!

Liang Xing blinked, deeply convinced.

At this time, it was four o'clock in the afternoon in Los Angeles and seven o'clock in the morning in the East Eighth District, and the head of Liang was used to +86, and he was very strange about the number segment starting with +1.

; Father......

The little senior brother Balabala explained the situation and was mentally prepared to be trained.

; What should I do if someone calls the police?

; Uh, the junior brother dismantled the hard drive, oh, the hard drive is loaded with surveillance video, and said......

; What else to say?

; Liang Xing rubbed his ribs and glared at the guy, swallowed someone's words threatening to burn people's houses into his stomach, and changed his words: also said that if the other party dared to call the police, he would find the media to expose it.

; ...... is also a way.

; Dad, where is Uncle?

; Leave it to me. The voice of the head of Liang was cold, and his son did not get into a lawsuit, and the anger in his heart surged up; His people insulted me Wing Chun first, and he actually asked you to hand over the worship post?

; Yes, the other party is after the Hongmen heroes.

; Hehe, Hongmen hero. Liang Zhangmen seemed to be chewing on these four words, and finally sighed: ; Hongmen disciple, after all, you are not from my Wing Chun Gate, Liang Xing, you have done a good job, very good!

Father Yan suddenly praised him, but the little brother didn't know how to take it.

; Kung fu can't be learned, and you can practice if you are not familiar with the moves, but the breath of a person who practices martial arts cannot be dispersed, and it can withstand the pressure of your uncle, which means that your fist will is solid, which is the foundation of the way of sincerity.

; Burst!

Liang Xing sank his shoulders and elbows, blocked the claws that poked his ribs, and said bluntly: ; Dad, my brother asked me to do this.

; Oh?

; The junior brother said, I am inferior in seniority, and I talk back to my uncle, no matter how reasonable I am, it is disrespectful to the elders.

He had to tell the truth, but his father rolled his eyes, and secretly said Stinky boy, you should have said it earlier! Lao Tzu just finished boasting, how can it end now?

is so unprincipled, how can you be a master in the future?

; Senior brother, you are pure-hearted and sincere, I just came up with a bad idea, and I will have to learn more from my senior brother in the future. Lao Qin made a gesture of contempt to the little senior brother and took the initiative to hand over the steps.

Strange to say, the master and apprentice haven't said a word so far, and the wild monster knows that he doesn't know much about the rules, so he can only secretly guess that there may be something special here, and how to call it is also a problem.

He hasn't kowtowed yet.

He's a seniority.

Don't you want to be beaten!

......

; Xiaodiao, how far is your home?