Author: Sister Huang Xing is here

Yunzhou Prefecture, Laotuozi District, Nanbao Road.

In an old boxing gym called Nanbao Xingyiquan, a group of disciples were gathering in the middle hall, quarreling in a mess.

"The second son of the merchant, Shang Zixuan, is simply too bullying. It's fine if he opens a boxing gym to grab business, but he just wants to step on our heads and make a name for himself! How can we do what he wants!"

"If the old owner is still there, how could he, a junior, dare to be so arrogant!"

"But he is the second young master of the business after all, with a high level of cultivation and a strong background... It's hard to do if you win or not!"

"Young master, what should we do?"

On the main seat, a young man in white uniform was tall and had a bright muscle curve. The face of the Chinese font was full of calm expression.

He seems to have great prestige among his disciples.

Surveyed with your eyes for a week.

The originally messy room suddenly became quiet.

Seeing this, the young master named Ma Shaobao nodded with satisfaction, drank a cup of tea, coughed twice, and attracted everyone's eyes. Then he slapped the armrest of the wide chair, stood up, and spoke in a majestic and angry face:

"We warriors should have a fearless heart."

"You were scared to this way before the second young master of the business came, and what kind of morality would you do if my adopted father's spirit in heaven saw this scene?"

Ma Shaobao's adoptive father is the old owner of the boxing gym.

The name is Matthew Po.

Back then, with his five-sold whip in the Ma family, he was also quite famous throughout the Yunzhou Prefecture.

Ma Shaobao's words were loud and deafening.

After hearing this, the disciples of the boxing gym present subconsciously lowered their heads, with a look of shame on their faces, feeling ashamed of their mentor's teachings over the years.

"But, how should we deal with the second son of the merchant?"

Someone suddenly spoke up.

Ma Shaobao looked coldly and said with a blank expression: "You don't have to worry. If the soldiers come to block the water and the soil, I will naturally deal with this matter!"

After saying this, Ma Shaobao shook his long sleeves and turned around and left.

Leave a tall back for everyone.

After the elder brother left.

In the middle hall of the boxing gym, the discussion exploded.

"I am worthy of being the senior brother! Even if I encounter such a difficult thing, I am confident!"

"The elder brother has not taken action for many years. This time, his calm expression must be due to his improvement in martial arts. Maybe he can directly let the young master of the business retreat and preserve my reputation in the boxing gym!"

And on the other side.

The eldest brother Ma Shaobao returned to the boxing gym, in a remote and quiet small room.

In the small room, there was no unnecessary decoration, only a portrait of a thin-faced old man hung on the wall facing the door.

Under the portrait, incense burners, candles and other sacrificial supplies are also enshrined.

Ma Shaobao walked into the room.

He carefully closed the door and then knelt on the ground.

He spoke with a sad face:

"Enjoyed father, forgive me for not being able to protect your foundation. Shang Zixuan is also a famous person in Yunzhou Prefecture. How can I, a waste who is not even a martial artist, be that man's opponent!"

"I can't even protect the foundation you left behind. What kind of face do I have to be your son!"

Having said that.

Ma Shaobao's national face suddenly became sinister. He suddenly took out a dagger from his sleeve, cut off his sleeve on the spot, and then kowtowed deeply:

"Entertainment Father, go with peace of mind!"

"Today, I, Ma Shaobao, cut off the father-son relationship with you. Please ask Gao Ming to guard the martial arts hall!"

"Goodbye!"

After saying that, Ma Shaobao took out a bag filled with gold tickets from the compartment and carried it on his back.

He opened the door and was about to leave when he saw a dark look in front of him. A young man who was even wider than the door was blocked tightly in front of the door, and a large shadow covered it.

"Who are you?"

Before Ma Shaobao could be confused.

I noticed a dull pain coming from my neck, and my body was so soft that I was completely unconscious.

Su Heng dragged the unconscious Ma Shaobao into the small room, took out a mirror and various props and materials needed for disguise, etc. After a quarter of an hour, a new Ma Shaobao walked out of the room.

Time flies into the afternoon.

Boxing Academy Central Hall.

Su Heng, disguised as Ma Shaobao, sat upright on a tiger-skinned chair, with a solemn and majestic face, and naturally exuded a constant aura on his body.

He can now use the techniques recorded in the secret technique of the Wanxiang Tianrou to disguise other people's voices.

But Su Heng doesn't know much about Ma Shaobao.

To be safe, I rarely say anything, just sit on the chair with a big golden knife.

His calm appearance became more and more admirable in the eyes of his disciples, thinking that the elder brother was hidden and he did not reveal it.

After a while.

The sound of beating drums and gongs came from outside the boxing gym.

Shang Zixuan was wearing a white outfit and walked ahead with the lead. Behind him were a large group of warriors and passers-by who came to watch the fun without much trouble.

"I heard about the famous name of Xingyiquan in Nanbao for a long time. Today, Shang Zixuan from Yunzhou Taishang Boxing Academy came to ask for advice!"

The Shang Zixuan people have not arrived yet.

The cheerful voice drifted over the wind.

Su Heng didn't say much nonsense, walked down from the wide chair and ran forward, speeding faster and faster.

Bang!

In the air, Su Heng kicked in the air with a kick.

Shang Zixuan's pupils suddenly contracted. Before the person could arrive, a surging wind had already roared down.

"Didn't the information say that Ma Shaobao only had three times to refine blood!? This speed! This power... is possible!?"

Shang Zixuan didn't have time to think about crossing his arms and blocking his chest. A stream of force turned into a barrier. But unexpectedly, before his strength was completely mobilized, he was crushed by Su Heng's huge force.

Bang bang bang bang!

Pure power and translucent force like oil film squeeze and collide with each other.

It made a series of crisp explosions.

Shang Zixuan's protective force was torn apart by Su Heng, and his whole body flew back without being controlled.

Can be in mid-air.

Su Heng reached out, grabbed Shang Zixuan's ankle, and pinched it hard.

Then two more sounds pierced out like lightning, hitting Shang Zixuan's shoulder blades, and two sounds were almost indistinguishable from each other.

After doing all this.

Shang Zixuan was completely unconscious in severe pain.

Behind him, a white-haired old man reached out to take him, groped in the wound for a few times, his face suddenly changed, and his red eyes stared at Su Heng, like a beast that had chosen someone to eat: "The bones of both hands, legs and bones are broken, and he is so vicious!"

"This level of cultivation needs to be learned from others to come to the club. It's embarrassing. Why don't you get out of here quickly!"

Su Heng snorted coldly, turned around and left.

Until his figure disappeared into the middle hall, the many onlookers and disciples of the boxing gym outside the door seemed to react and began to cheer loudly and scream.

The face of the white-haired old man turned red. He was also a famous person in Yunzhou Prefecture, so he naturally could not bear such a shame.

I wouldn't attack a junior because of such a thing.

After a cold snorting, he quickly turned around and left with the injured and unconscious Shang Zixuan.

(End of this chapter)
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