The restaurant "Hero Drunk" is in a mess.

An upper-court disciple was shockingly pressed on the table by a lower-court disciple and couldn't move.

Senior Brother Long, who was suppressed to death, wanted to come with him, and Qiao San hurriedly came over to help.

Unexpectedly, the instigator Qiao San asked his senior brother to guard the field and call the master to rectify it himself.

In today's scene, where is Senior Brother Long controlling others? It's clear that Senior Brother Long is being controlled!

Qiao San said this, and anyone with a discerning eye knew that he was just looking for some face for the upper court.

Senior Brother Long, who is usually short-tempered, is even more angry when he hears this.

He turned his back to Qiao San and roared, "When you bring someone here, these rabbit cubs won't run away long ago!"

Hurry up and get down for me, don't make another mistake. No matter how many of them are, they are only from the lower house. There is no reason why you and I can't take it together!"

Qiao San knew that things were not so simple.

Seeing that he was still procrastinating and refusing to come to help, Senior Brother Long didn't care about tearing his face, and roared angrily: "With such a cowardly temperament like yours, I won't be able to take you to the disciple competition when the time comes!"

Only then did Qiao San know that something was important. He had been patting Senior Brother Long for several months, just to be able to compete with him in the same group, so that he could take this opportunity to become a disciple of his own lineage.

Qiao San gritted his teeth and jumped down from the stairs. He shouted at those disciples in the lower courtyard: "Hurry up and let my senior brother go! Have you forgotten the rules of the Huashan faction? Aren't you worried about being driven out of the mountain gate by the Huashan faction when you fight with each other like this?"

As soon as these words were spoken, those lower court disciples were silent for a while. Although the Huashan faction did not attach importance to its own lower court disciples, they were reluctant to leave the Huashan faction as lower court disciples.

Even if it seems hopeless now, as long as they still wear this gray-yellow disciple uniform one day, they will be the pride of the family one day.

Qiao San saw that what he said had an effect, so he regained some of his smug expression. He said: "Today's events are nothing. It's just a misunderstanding.

You hurry up and let my senior brother go, and then accompany me well. Nothing has happened to us today. ”

Several lower court disciples were hesitating whether to persuade "Tuo Nan Sheng", but they heard the suppressed Senior Brother Long roar angrily: "Let go of your mother's bullshit! How can it be regarded as if it never happened?"

Hurry up and help me! But one private descent is enough for them all to go back to their hometowns!"

Qiao San had no other way, and said in his heart that Senior Brother Long might really be just careless, so he accidentally fell into their way. Now capture the thief and capture the king first, and help Senior Brother Long get out first.

Thinking of this, he also picked up his fists, and a set of strict Shocking Cloud Fists attacked Fang Zhongjin.

The Huashan faction is accustomed to using swordsmanship, but no one can afford to be charged with private fighting within the faction. No matter how many festivals his disciples have, they don't use weapons.

Because if it leaves a wound on someone else, whoever is right or wrong, the perpetrator will be punished first.

On that day, Fang Zhongjin broke the arm of the disciple of the middle court, and it was his master Nong Yingjie who did his best to protect him, and he took the punishment of going down the mountain to deliver the letter, so he confessed to the past.

The people on the side don't have such confidence, and they can still escape after injuring their fellow disciples with a sword.

Fang Zhongjin saw his attacking moves, and said "Okay!" With one hand, he twisted Senior Brother Long's arm, and with the other left hand, he made three moves with Qiao San's palms one after another.

Everyone saw that Qiao San was sweating profusely and his brows were furrowed. I don't know if he is timid and afraid by nature, or if he is really unable to resist the one-handed beating of the disciples of the lower court?

Among the dozen or so people around who watched the excitement, those lower courtyard disciples could still pretend to be a judge.

The restaurant owner and the shopkeeper were completely stunned. They were waiting for a good show of heroes punishing the ruffians and hooligans. Now the script has been turned over and written, the hero has become a bear, and the hooligan wants to be the king.

Especially the shopkeeper who just now couldn't help but applaud the disciples of the upper courtyard. Now the more he looks at it, the more frightened he becomes, and he just begs the group of heroes to leave after they finish fighting. Don't think of yourself as a little crumb who doesn't know Taishan.

Fang Zhongjin dismantled five or six moves with him with one hand, and suddenly said: "This set of kung fu is not weak, and you can't practice it at home." Let's do it!"

As soon as the words fell, the person named Qiao San fell to the ground in response.

The fall was very heavy, and Joe slammed the door on three sides, two rows of teeth against his lips. In an instant, blood flowed from his mouth, describing horror.

Those who didn't understand thought that he had been beaten and vomited blood.

Qiao San also knew that he had lost someone this time, and he didn't know how to end it, so he simply fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

Senior Brother Long, who was originally roaring angrily, is no longer silent. Although his head was still pressed, he could only see from anywhere.

But he knew that although the three of Qiao were cowardly, their martial arts were not ambiguous.

Now he can't move, like himself. That's not some series of conspiratorial coincidences.

I'm afraid they really met a real person who doesn't show their faces.

Fang Zhongjin turned his head to a few lower courtyard disciples and said, "Who can bring a ledger and a hammer for me?"

After he said this, several disciples of the lower courtyard who were doing good things rushed to the counter.

When Senior Brother Long heard that he was going to take a hammer, he hurriedly roared again: "How dare you hurt people with weapons!"

A few less timid lower court disciples also felt that this was not appropriate.

They are only bullied on weekdays, but most of them are only provoked by some words. It's just a matter of getting some more bruises.

If the hammer is moved, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not be investigated by the Huashan Sect Shou Law Court afterwards.

But before they could say anything to dissuade him, Fang Zhongjin had already picked up a thick account book and put it on top of Senior Brother Long's vest.

He took the hammer from the hands of others again, and landed a hard blow on Senior Brother Long's vest.

The hammer was slammed into the thick ledger with incredible force. Several layers of rice paper on the surface were smashed by a hammer in an instant.

And Senior Brother Long let out a scream like killing a pig, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and his face became pale.

Qiao San, who fell to the ground, glanced at it, and didn't dare to move a bit, for fear that the next one to do the same would be himself.

After Fang Zhongjin smashed a hammer on Senior Brother Long, he turned his head to the restaurant owner and said, "A few of our senior brothers are playing in the restaurant. I accidentally drank too much and smashed a few things. I'll pay you the money."

With that, he took out a huge silver ingot from his bosom and threw it in front of the restaurant owner.

The owner of the restaurant looked at the silver ingots rolling in front of him, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "What the hero said is that the play between the brothers is not a big deal. The little ones understand this. ”

After that, he couldn't help but pick up the silver ingot and put it in his arms.

Fang Zhongjin threw away the hammer in his hand and said to the brothers who came with him, "There is nothing to eat here." I don't know if there's any food left in the cafeteria? ”

With that, he left the gate of "Hero Drunk" alone. Leaving those lower court disciples dumbfounded. Although these lives have never been so beautiful, they have never been as frightened as they are now.