When they reached a small alley, Qin Hao called out to two Japanese ronin.

"Children, what do you want us to do!"

The Japanese ronin who was less injured supported his companion. When he saw that the person calling him was a next-year-old child, he didn't take Qin Hao seriously at all.

"It's nothing, I just want to borrow the dog's head from the two of you." Qin Hao said lightly.

The Japanese ronin suddenly felt extremely insulted. It didn't matter that they had been defeated by a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy before. Even if they were injured, they couldn't beat a ten-year-old child, right?

"idiot......."

"Baga, your sister, you are so noisy." Qin Hao impatiently interrupted the Japanese ronin's incompetent rage, and the next second he rushed forward to meet the opponent's samurai sword.

Ma San was startled, and was about to warn Qin Hao to be careful, when he saw Qin Hao dwarfed, like a monkey avoiding the sword slash, and at the same time, he was already less than half a step closer to the Japanese ronin.

Immediately afterwards, the Japanese ronin was like a broken sack being blown away by a huge force, hitting the low wall behind him with a bang, and slid down the wall limply, just like a painting hanging on the wall.

, because the nail hanging the painting fell off and it seemed to have slipped from the wall.

"Half-step collapse fist!"

"Hitting someone is like hanging a painting!"

Ma San stared at all this as if he had seen a ghost. Although he was only sixteen years old, he had been practicing Xingyi Quan for eight years under Gong Baosen since he was a child. For Xingyi Quan,

It can be said that his understanding is not inferior to that of ordinary Xingyiquan martial arts masters who open martial arts schools.

Therefore, he knows better what kind of punching power is needed to "hit people like hanging paintings".

"His attainments in Xingyiquan are actually so high?"

Ma San finally knew that Qin Hao said to him that morning: You are not my opponent yet. It was not that he looked down upon him, but that he was telling the truth.

And what makes Ma San even more incredible is that judging from yesterday's fight with Qin Hao, the opponent's attainments in Baguazhang are not low.

"How on earth does this guy practice?"

The Japanese ronin whose ribs were kicked by Ma San before was also looking at this scene in shock.

"It must be a dream. Yes, I had a nightmare. I didn't come out to collect protection money at all today, and I didn't meet these two damn children..."

However, Qin Hao's figure was getting closer and closer before his eyes, and the pain in his ribs reminded him that all this was not a dream.

"Don't worry, you will be able to accompany him on the road soon."

In the eyes of the Japanese ronin, Qin Hao's smile looked like a devil. The next second, his eyes blurred, and then there was a crisp sound from his throat.

Snap, a body was dumped in the alley.

Ma San suddenly felt nauseous. For so many years, he had always fought with people at the last minute. At most, they would bleed a little and break a few bones, but he had never killed anyone. On the other hand, Qin Hao killed two people in a row.

Personally, it's like killing two chickens, so lightly.

"Why kill them?" Ma San asked, resisting the urge to vomit.

Qin Hao glanced at him and said angrily: "I'm not going to wipe your ass. If you don't want to cause trouble for your master in the future, when you become a hero, don't stupidly declare your family name and wait for people to come to seek revenge!"

Ma San suddenly woke up and broke into a cold sweat. After living in Fengtian for so many years, he still knew how powerful the Japanese were.

"Oh, it's all those students' fault..."

Qin Hao shook his head. Who would have thought that Ma San was also a bloody man when he was young? It can only be said that the situation dictated it. However, Ma San's behavior today is worthy of Qin Hao wiping his butt.

"How about digging a hole and burying them?" Ma Sanhou asked fearfully.

Qin Hao rolled his eyes at him: "Are you afraid that you haven't left enough clues?"

"Remember, we went home after breakfast and haven't been anywhere."

Ma San saw the flying snow gradually covering up the traces of their arrival, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Along the way, Ma San remained silent in the carriage. He didn't hold back a word until the carriage stopped at the door of Gong's house.

"Which one is more powerful between you, Xingyiquan and Baguazhang?"

"Actually, this is not what I am best at."

"Do you know any other boxing skills?"
Chapter completed!