"Hey, brat! Can you tell us how Xue Chong died?" Among the twenty-four chairs, an old man who had never stood up hunched over and bared his teeth, which were blackened by tobacco.
It was thin and long, which made people uncomfortable to look at. "I heard that Lu Liu was the one who drugged it, right?" He looked at Master Lu Liu's eyepatch with a sense of gloating and asked again.
"Hey, don't fucking talk nonsense!" There were several disciples behind Shang Kun. They took the lead and stood up for their master.
"Damn!" Changya's eyes were stunned, "Who are you? You dare to talk to me like this? Do you know who I am? Your master didn't teach you what the rules are, right?!"
"Hey! I know you are a senior, so I won't argue with you. Today is the Golden Cauldron Meeting, a grand event for the martial arts community, not a vegetable market. You have to find something to talk about, otherwise I will kill you because you are an elder.
Damn you! Why are you so arrogant?!" Shang Kun became really anxious and showed off the underworld style again.
"Hey, the underworld, the eight generals of the Huang Clan! It's so scary, Old Lu, Old Lu, your apprentice really looks like you, not bad, not bad." The long-toothed man actually touched his hands and laughed, and looked at Lu Tianshu again, then
She still didn't raise her eyelids, still stroking the sandalwood box, her heart as calm as water, without any disturbance.
"Big Changya, I'm going to fuck your mother!" Shang Kun went off the rails as if he had taken gunpowder, and cursed regardless of the occasion.
"Who are you calling Big Changya!?" As the saying goes, it's the most annoying thing to say something short in front of someone, let alone in front of so many disciples and disciples. This nickname makes Changya Qing extremely embarrassed.
He also became angry and stood up suddenly. The situation began to show signs of changing from a cold war to a hot war.
"I'll call you Big Changya. Let everyone see if you are Big Changya!" The furious Shang Kun, his blood boiling, pointed at Changya's nose and cursed, "Don't you look down on the underworld? I see
Can you walk out of this door?" Did you hear that? It was a naked threat.
"Hey, Shang Kun, what are you talking about!" The people present were all martial arts people. Quite a few of these people had close ties with the underworld. A few people who had connections with Shang Kun quickly interrupted. They knew
, Shang Kun’s words are really unwise. You can scare ordinary citizens with a knife, but can you scare these people? There are countless famous masters sitting here. That is real Kung Fu, not CCTV
If those s13s like those "one-kick cats" in martial arts tournaments were here, they wouldn't even be able to get in.[
When Shang Kun heard this, he felt that what he said was a bit too much. He was not a bastard, he was just blinded by anger. This Lu Tianshu was notorious but treated him well. In his heart, Shang Kun had long regarded this old man as a fool.
He treated her like his own father, but this long-toothed provocation in front of everyone was really too much.
"Hey, in today's world, the underworld is interfering in the affairs of the martial arts circle. It's time for us people to disperse to avoid being hacked to death."
The speaker was Su Sanpao, who was sitting near Uncle Feng. The big black backpack was still at his feet. He didn't have a chair to sit on. He was drinking a small bottle of Red Star Erguotou, with only half of his red face and straw hat exposed.
Under the same visor, two eyes are looming. He has always been a chivalrous and unkempt person, and he hates being bullied by the underworld.
"Who are you?" Shang Kun had never met Su Sanpao, so he didn't know that this man was the legendary Drunken Man.
"I'm just a commoner, not worth mentioning." Su Sanbao tilted his body and clasped his fists. He didn't sit still and didn't look at anyone.
Shang Kun felt disgusted when he saw how polite he was, and frowned and took a deep look.
"What, you want to eat me?" It can be seen from what the Drunk Man was fussing at the door. This person is by no means a good man. He was also a troublemaker when he was young. How could he let go when he was afraid that the world would not be in chaos?
To express the other party's dissatisfaction is obviously to stir up trouble.
"Fuck!" Shang Kun growled lowly and stopped talking. He knew that it would be most detrimental to his master and disciple to continue like this.
"Haha, what's the matter? It's deflated?" Chang Ya saw him showing weakness and hurriedly ran away, taking advantage of your illness to kill you. He knew best how to add insult to injury.
"Changya! Don't bully others too much!" Su Sanpao spoke uprightly, and it was not on Shang Kun's side. It was not convenient for him to get angry. But Changya was different. He insulted Shang Kun's master, and even a senior martial artist could not forgive him.
"It's too much to bully others. You masters and disciples haven't done enough, so what can you do to me?" Chang Ya also imitated Su Sanpao's tone and said.
"You idiot!" Shang Kun gritted his teeth. The hall was tense again. He pointed at the Bagua stage with red eyes, "Big fangs! Don't you look down on the underworld? Let's compare our real abilities. Do you dare to go on stage?!"
"I'm afraid you won't succeed. Let me tell you, I've decided on the golden tripod of the Xingyi Sect!" Changya showed no sign of weakness. He immediately took off his coat and was about to go on stage.
At this moment, there was a crisp sound of "pop -" and a tea bowl was smashed to pieces. Cao Guozheng, who had been silent on the right side of Li Zijian, showed his power. Looking at him again, his two thick black eyebrows were domineering, very much like
The ever-strong white-browed Eagle King in Su Youpeng's version of "The Legend of Heaven and Sword of the Dragon", except that his eyebrows need to be reversed, with black eyebrows and white temples, very majestic.
"Have you had enough?" A short but powerful sentence ended the farce. His majestic eyes scanned the whole place, and there was a cries of crows in the hall. Long Ya sat down again, Shang Kun also lowered his head and said nothing.
The bohemian Su Sanpao straightened his posture, and an old man who was over seventy years old successfully suppressed the whole audience. He was so powerful.[
Lu Yu stood aside and looked into the eyes of Shang Kun, who was having an awkward confrontation.
Shang Kun was stunned and pointed to the chair in front of him, gesturing for Lu Yu to come over. Lu Yu shook his head gently and said, "Wait a minute, it's too awkward to go there now." He squinted and looked at the Japanese man, who also looked at Lu Yu
, he looked Lu Yu up and down, and nodded slightly, as if greeting Lu Yu. Lu Yu also nodded politely, what he didn't know was that this man was Yagyu Zuomadan, and what he didn't know was that this man was Yagyu Zuomadan.
, he came here for the lost famous sword.
For ten seconds, there was no sound on the second floor of the underground boxing ring. Everyone was suffocated by Mr. Cao's gaze. Cai Lingyun and Li Zijian did not speak, and the originally lively venue became lifeless.
"Da, da, da--"
In the corridor, the brief and regular sound of metal collision broke the calm. The sound became clearer and clearer from far to near. Since it was underground, this place was very noisy, and it seemed particularly harsh in the silent hall.
Everyone turned their heads and saw the door to the boxing ring being opened. A lame man holding a cane and wearing a beige wide-brimmed jazz hat slowly walked in surrounded by everyone.