A bright moon hangs high.

The boundless ocean is deep and quiet.

As the tide ebbs and flows, a cruise ship is moving forward 'woo'.

On the deck of Hope, An Qisheng held the handrail with his hands, whistling with the salty sea breeze and wet water vapor.

A scent of blood lingers on the tip of his nose and does not dissipate for a long time.

Since the people from the Bamboo Dragon Society took action, they naturally would not attack him alone. At the same time, fifteen people lurked on the boat.

Wang Zhixuan took the initiative to find out the traces of the Bamboo Dragon Society and immediately started cleaning.

In just forty minutes, fifteen bloody corpses were thrown into the sea.

The decisive movements make people shocked.

“Bamboo Dragon Club…”

Looking at the vast ocean, An Qisheng's heart was calm and recalling the previous fight.

There is a chain of contempt in the martial arts world. Martial arts in the military look down on folk martial arts, and among folk martial arts, internal and external martial arts.

Foreign Kung Fu has always been the bottom of the chain of contempt.

There are also differences in the bottom layer. Fusang Kung Fu is much higher than South Korean Taekwondo.

Although Taekwondo has been widely circulated in the world in recent years, in the martial arts world, it has always been the bottom of the chain of contempt and there is no lower one.

Although in reality, he beat the Fusang woman named Xiaoli to death with just one elbow and one knee.

But that was also because he had figured out her background in his dream and was surprised, not that the woman was just a rookie.

"What are you thinking?"

The cabin door was pushed open, and Jiang Shili, who had changed into a white martial arts uniform, came to the deck.

As we get close, we can even smell the bloody smell that cannot be concealed by a faint fragrance on the tip of our nose.

He had seen with his own eyes that when the woman started fighting, she was very cruel. She took out her heart and soul with her grasp. She was a cruel person.

"How do you plan to deal with the Bamboo Dragon Club?"

An Qisheng turned around and asked:

"Although Fusang is in a dilemma, it is impossible for us to kill our lair directly."

"The threat of natural disasters such as hurricanes, earthquakes, volcanoes, etc. makes them anxious, depressed, insecure, confused, confused..."

Jiang Shili walked to the handrail and the sea breeze blew her long hair:

"So, from individuals to nationals, they all have a natural worship of the strong, eager to learn, pursue, and occupy..."

An Qisheng listened quietly, without saying a word.

"The huge natural disaster decades ago, nearly half of the land in Fusang fell, and countless people were frightened and desperate, and they developed an unprecedented yearning for a vast and safe land...

A group of sick Fusang people established the Bamboo Dragon Society after the catastrophe. Bamboo Dragon is homophonic with Zhulong. Dragon is Daxuan.

Similarly, there are also organizations such as Bamboo Eagle Club, Bamboo Bear Club, etc., which seem ridiculous to us, but they actually want to do this."

Jiang Shili looked at the ocean under the night and gently stroked her long hair in her temples:

"Because of the similarity of human race, bamboo dragons will lurk in Daxuan far more than ten or a hundred times easier than in other countries, and there are many strongholds.

Ruan Xiuping's mission gained a lot. Xuanxuan wiped out seven strongholds of the Bamboo Dragon Society in one fell swoop. Hundreds of spies killed or captured them, almost ruining the Bamboo Dragon Society's efforts in Daxuan over the years."

"So, we don't need to look for the Zhulong Club. As long as we go out to sea, they will flock to you, right?"

An Qi looked wooden.

If he knew that Ruan Xiuping was in such a big trouble later, he would definitely not have taken on such a task.

An organization composed of a group of neurotics is troublesome to think about.

If you look at Daxuan with a mere Fusang, isn’t this a psychopath?

"Yes, that's what we are for."

Jiang Shili nodded:

"It's our fault to drag you in, but I promise you won't have anything to do as long as we're still alive."

"I'm very strange."

An Qisheng turned sideways, looked at Jiang Shili, and asked:

"You and Dr. Wang are both daughters of a big family. You can enjoy endless wealth and glory in your life. Why do you do such a dangerous thing?"

"hehe."

Jiang Shili's eyebrows and eyes were like smoke and clouds, and he smiled softly:

"Then where do you think our status comes from? Only enjoy and not give?

In our Daxuan, there is no such reason!"

"It seems to be right."

An Qisheng thought about it carefully and agreed.

Whether in the past or present life, many wealthy people in the world must also assume corresponding responsibilities while having wealth that ordinary people cannot reach in their entire lives.

Anyone who is too high-profile and has no significant contribution to society will gradually disappear.

The so-called "virtue is not matched with one's position will cause disasters, and that's the reason.

"Now think about it, we two big beauties with a net worth of tens of billions are charging forward, and you are just a little loser with a net worth of tens of millions of dollars hiding behind you. Wouldn't it be much better?"

Jiang Shili's eyelashes fluttered and she laughed happily:

"Besides, your net worth will double when you go back this time!"

"Thinking about it this way, I feel even more dangerous."

An Qisheng sighed, but he also figured it out.

Since ancient times, many martial artists have had disputes.

Once you enter the world, it is like a stone plunging into a lake, and ripples will arise.

No one is truly alone, master and apprentice, father and son, brother and friend, and one network of relationships that connects everyone.

Therefore, in ancient times, there was also the saying that seeking Taoism and quitting the world. If you have something to do today and he has something to do tomorrow, then you can practice the Taoism!

If he wants to calm down and practice, he must understand this grudge.

"It's windy at night, so I'll go back and have a rest."

Feeling An Qisheng's attitude change, Jiang Shili waved his hand with a smile and returned to the cabin.

"These two women..."

An Qisheng looked at her back and shook his head slightly.

This woman is very powerful, and in just a few words, he dispelled a trace of discomfort in his heart.

Or, even if you feel uncomfortable, it will be difficult to express it after hearing these words.

Wang Zhixuan is as domineering as a tiger, while Jiang Shili smiles like a fox.

These two women are really a match made by heaven.

"Ahem."

Thinking of this, An Qisheng shook his head, threw unhealthy thoughts out of his mind, and turned around and returned to the cabin.

The room has been cleaned and the smell of blood cannot be smelled without careful smelling it.

According to habits, take out your notebook and write down your feelings today.

I just went to bed with slippers, acted like a fairy sleeping posture, and closed my eyes.

From the perspective, there are stars, and all the experts, scholars and experts I have come into contact with in the past year are flashing.

"Wang Honglin..."

An Qisheng's thoughts moved, and a "star" shone brightly, and the light filled the perspective.

The courtyard, old trees, bluestone slabs, flying dead leaves, the old man standing with a gun, the young man pushing the door and shining in the sun...

This is the prelude to a battle between Wang Honglin and Gu Changfeng that no one knew three hundred years ago.

Before, An Qisheng's vision and cultivation were not good, so he kept suppressing himself and did not come to this battle.

At this time, the storm of going out to sea is extremely evil.

Of course, I have to try it out, whether I can learn any killer moves from the battle between these two great masters.

Buzz ~
Chapter completed!