Chapter 242 Young Master, it's time to go home

Su Xian thought that his talent and perseverance in ancient martial arts were pretty good. He started to get started halfway through, and then persisted every day, regardless of wind and rain. Now he has achieved some success.

But he felt that the progress was still too slow.

Logically speaking, martial arts requires accumulation of achievements every day, and it is not a matter of one day or one night, and it is impossible to be impatient.

But he really wanted to participate in the ancient martial arts competition next month, and fight side by side with Ning Miao, and share his father's worries.

For martial artists, the pressure of life and death and high-intensity practice are the fastest way to improve their own strength and are also an efficient way to consolidate the results of their practice.

So he came here without hesitation.

Su Xian glanced at the people surrounding him.

This place is very much for his appetite.

"He has been running away for a day and probably has no energy anymore. Let's go together!"

When one of them finished speaking, everyone besieged them one after another.

They had all kinds of sharp and deadly weapons in their hands, and Su Xian had only his barefoot and empty fists.

The young man kicked and kicked the dagger in one's hand, then punched him in the chest, knocked him out, then turned around, grabbed another's iron pipe, poked the other person's reverse, and poked the person's

He pulled the chest hard and took off the man's iron pipe as a weapon.

The Su family started with boxing, and the Su family's boxing is both strong and soft. It was once the leader of the Jiuzhou boxing school and is well-known in the ancient martial arts world.

In fact, the Su family's sticks and swords are also one of the best methods.

However, since the Su family has been hidden for a long time and there are not many people who have passed on their inheritance today, few people can understand their ways even in Jiuzhou.

Especially for Westerners, they cannot distinguish the styles of ancient martial arts, and at most they can only identify them. This is Eastern Kung Fu.

Originally, Su Xian prefers fighting with bare hands, but now there are many people and the other party has weapons, so for him, bare hands are too big, he must have a handy weapon.

Although the iron pipe that was taken away was heavy, it was a qualified and durable stick.

Just for practicing sticks.

The melee continues.

Everyone discovered that the boy with weapons in his hands was even more powerful than before. Even if he was just an ordinary iron stick, he could make the tiger lively and almost no one could defeat him.

At this time, the sound of chaotic footsteps came from outside the warehouse.

Someone breathed a sigh of relief: "Some people are coming, more people are coming."

This young man's kung fu is too evil.

An iron pipe hit the body, as if an invisible force came along the iron pipe.

If it hits the chest, you can feel the pain of displaced by the five internal organs. If it hits the body, you can hear the sound of bone shattering.

If he only knows how to use brute force, it will be easy to deal with. After all, many of the people who are besieging have experienced professional fighting training.

However, the boy's body movements were flexible and his moves were complicated. A stick blocked all their attacks like his eyes and greeted them.

A group of people were eventually beaten around.

Then, more people flocked in.

But the boy seemed tireless, and the iron rod in his hand had been deformed, and he even threw it away and grabbed another one, so he could continue to persevere.

However, Su Xian was not a body that was hit by iron. He had injuries of all sizes, including falls, abrasions, fists, and blood marks cut by sharp blades.

His clothes were soaked in sweat and blood, and his original color was hardly visible.

But the boy was still standing there as firmly as a pine tree, his cold and indifferent phoenix eyes swept across everyone, and shouted coldly:

"Come on! Why don't you dare to get on? It's so boring!"

His expression seemed to be mocking, or laughing.

Everyone looked at him like a monster.

Does he not rest?

Isn't he exhausted?

Is he looking for death? Or what do he want to do? He has such severe injuries on his body, and he doesn’t want to run away?

Yes, Su Xianting will run away.

As long as he wants to hide, no one can find him.

Once he comes out, he will fight with someone in a special way.

Some people even secretly guessed in their hearts that this young man would not treat them as the target of feeding, right? What did he want to do? Do he think he would have a chance to go out when he came in here?

In other words, this young man is a martial arts tycoon and a madman who only knows how to fight.

If you want to live here for a long time, you must learn to manage your connections and power. This young man did nothing and just went to fight. He was really frivolous.

The people who were still standing looked at each other, then rushed up together, holding sticks and daggers in their hands. There were no hot weapons here. Several people tried to hide, but they were soon discovered and taken away and never returned.

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Everyone slashed the weapons in their hands at Su Xian.

But Su Xian became more and more excited as he beat, and his sticking technique became more and more smooth. He felt as if he had entered a mysterious state. Everyone's every move was presented in front of him like slow motion. The iron stick in his hand was

Under the guidance of muscle memory, it is like a dragon roaring and tiger roaring, hiding the momentum of moving forward.

The besieged people retreated step by step and even suffered varying degrees of injuries. There was a large area of ​​people who were paralyzed on the ground.

At this time, a man carrying a simple homemade bow and arrow quietly climbed onto a nearby work rack.

He hid behind a tin box, put a rough wooden arrow on the homemade bow and arrow, and slowly raised his arm.

The archer secretly mocked himself in his heart, these people are so stupid. They clearly have good kung fu, and they even fight him close to each other.

And he will soon take this valuable prey into his pocket!

The archer slowly raised the bow and arrow and aimed at Su Xian's back.

Just as he was about to pull the bow hard.

Bang!

A gunshot that shouldn't have appeared here suddenly rang out in the warehouse, like a sudden thunder.

"ah!"

The archer wailed, and the bow and arrow in his hand fell from the sky.

He covered his bloody wrist and looked at the door of the warehouse.

At this time, a group of fully armed men in black appeared at the door of the warehouse. They were wearing black middle collar combat uniforms, with gloomy evil spirit patterns printed on the combat uniforms.

The person in charge is a tall and thin man who is indistinguishable from male and female, and it is Shen Li.

She slowly lowered the gun, then waved her palm, and ordered: "Control the scene!"

The ghost team members behind her entered one after another and soon subdued all the personnel.

"Hold your head and squat over, don't move!"

These people recognize the uniforms of the Ghost City Ghost Team and know their origins. They can't afford to offend them, so they can only obey and hold their heads.

But they didn't understand why the Ghost Team intervened in this armed fight, it was obviously something that was allowed in Area A.

"Sir, there is still someone over there." Someone pointed at Su Xian, and the only ones involved in the fight were left without being controlled.

Who would have thought that Shen Li, who had a very high status, walked towards Su Xian himself, then bowed and said respectfully: "Young Master, I'll take you home."

Update tomorrow.
Chapter completed!