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Chapter 140 I lost

Chapter 138 I Lost
On the second floor of the Hongji milk tea shop, Chen Changqing changed into loose clothes and was cleaning up the sawdust residue on the ground of the practice room.

White exercise clothes, gold-rimmed glasses, and a half-worn broom in his hand, but the sorghum husks on the broom are all used up, leaving only a few slender sorghum ears. His elegant and peaceful appearance makes people feel Inexplicably with a bit of goodwill.

And not far away, Luo Ji was holding a book of neon language introductory teaching, his mind was obviously not on study.

His eyes were always erratic looking at Chen Changqing who was sweeping the floor, but following the other's glance, Luo Ji quickly lowered his head and pretended to be serious about studying.

This made Long Wenshu, who was sitting beside him adjusting his breath, look a little more surprised.

It was hard to imagine that the elegant man in front of him would have turned into a muscular monster with a height of 10 meters 1.9 [-] minutes ago.

The fierce fist like a volcanic eruption, hot and explosive, really gives people a feeling like a volcanic eruption, like a demon of flame gushing out of the magma.

Long Wenshu has met many people, but this is the first time he has seen someone like Chen Changqing who is so contrasting.

The gentle manner in the weekdays, and the bursting of the shots are unparalleled, which greatly shocked Long Wenshu,

Especially at the moment before the two sides stopped fighting, he was even ready to fight to the death. Compared with the initial contempt or even ignorance, Long Wenshu at that moment had already regarded Chen Changqing as a top powerhouse at the same level as himself.

But just like what Chen Changqing said, today's battle can only end here.

Both sides come from the same sect, it is impossible to fight to the death, besides, today is to pay a visit to Hong Zhen, not a real life-and-death struggle.

It's not that they can't fight, but today is not suitable for both sides to continue fighting.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a sound of footsteps going upstairs, holding a cup of taro ball milk tea in his left hand, and a game console in his right hand, ordinary, even with a bit of greasy feeling, Hong Zhen walked upstairs, he glanced at the messy practice room, Can't help frowning:

"It looks like the fight was intense just now."

Chen Changqing smiled and swept the floor crumbs into the bucket, with a bit of regret on his face:

"It's rare to meet a master, and I can't control it all at once."

As he spoke, he glanced at Luo Ji who was not far away.

Luo Ji was also a smart man. As soon as Hong Zhen came in, although he didn't see anything special about the greasy old man, he also stood up quickly when he saw Long Wenshu, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground to adjust his breath, stood up.

Although the other party looked ugly, it could be seen from the attitudes of Long Wenshu and Chen Changqing that he was definitely a big boss.

And following Chen Changqing's wink?
Luo Ji, who understood what it meant, immediately took the neon language to go out textbook and walked downstairs. After all, he was an undercover person next to Ni Yongxiao, so he still has this little wit.

Seeing Chen Changqing's regretful expression, Hong Zhen chuckled lightly and let the words go:

"It's okay, isn't the floor just for people to step on, and it will be fine if people come and change it in two days."

Chen Changqing smiled and said nothing.

On the other hand, Hong Zhen was quite surprised.

At the beginning, he heard the movement on the second floor, which was similar to what he thought at the beginning.

Even though Chen Changqing hasn't been practicing for a long time, martial arts is about talent, especially for ancient martial arts, talent is more important than anything else.

Chen Changqing's talent can be called a monster. As long as his understanding is not bad, it is normal for two or three months of practice to be equivalent to the average person's five or sixty years of hard work. What really made Hong Zhen take the initiative to go upstairs was because of Chen Changqing's transformation into a muscle monster.

Hong Zhen was curious. Chen Changqing shouldn't be able to fight this. He was going to go to the second floor to have a look, but he didn't realize that the fighting on the second floor had stopped, so he didn't come up immediately.

At the same time, at the same time when Hong Zhen was looking at Chen Changqing.

Long Wenshu, who had adjusted his breath beside him, took a deep breath, and a flash of heat flashed in his calm eyes:
"Junior Long Wenshu, my teacher..."

But before he finished speaking, Hong Zhen waved his hand, looked away from behind Chen Changqing, and looked at Long Wenshu in front of him: "Your master mentioned you in the letter, you have a long breath, and you can tell it as soon as you enter the door."

His eyes swept between his arms, and Hong Zhen raised his eyebrows knowingly:
"How about it, do you still have the strength to fight?"

Long Wenshu is not short of money, he has been fighting black boxing for more than ten years, and he dare not say that he is rich, but he doesn't have to worry about it in his life. Moreover, he is now at the peak of his life, and it is difficult to have a stronger opponent than him in the next ten years.

Boxing champion Tyson earns 500 million US dollars for a fight. Although there is an element of publicity, black boxing is really making money.

Come to Xiangjiang and find Hong Zhen.

On the one hand, it is to see how strong the so-called master is, and on the other hand, it is also hoped to make further progress.

Due to the rules before, Long Wenshu and Chen Changqing could not continue the fight, but now facing Hong Zhen's question, Long Wenshu's eyes became more and more hot:
"Have!"

Hong Zhen nodded, a flash of approval flashed in his eyes, but he still reminded:

"Okay! I won't bully you either. I'll give you a chance. Think it over before you make a move. Just this time."

His eyes froze, his calm eyes looked at Hong Zhen in front of him, Long Wenshu took a deep breath:

"Junior Long Wenshu, please enlighten Master Hong Zhen."

Putting his hands in his pockets, his thick palms, which were close to [-] centimeters, gave people the feeling of two sharp knives in their sheaths. His calm eyes became sharper, and everything in his sight began to fade away, except for Hong Zhen.

"Hoo~breath~"

Accompanied by the mobilization of breath, an aura unique to the swordsman permeated around Long Wenshu——

"Keng!"

A black shadow flashed before Chen Changqing's eyes. Although they had fought before, in that tense atmosphere, Chen Changqing's contact with Juheguan was only one-sided. Now, standing in the third perspective to watch the battle, Chen Changqing realized that Juheguan exquisite.

fast!
The speed that can't be described in words is like a real knife drawing technique, and the sound of the knife can even be heard in the ear!
Even with three times the speed of ordinary people, Chen Changqing can still only see a vague trajectory at this moment.

But at the next moment, a scene that shocked Chen Changqing happened.

He was still holding taro ball milk tea in his left hand, but Hong Zhen's right hand was raised at some point, and his thick palm just held Long Wenshu's wrist.

Chen Changqing was shocked, not only by Long Wenshu's speed, but also by Hong Zhen's speed.

After all, no matter how fast Long Wenshu was, he could at least see some traces, but when Hong Zhen shot, Chen Changqing didn't see anything, which is incredible!

In fact, not only Chen Changqing, but even Long Wenshu, who made the move, was shocked at the moment.

He thought that the gap between himself and Hong Zhen would be huge. After all, no matter how strong a top player is, he is still a human being.

The so-called master masters were monsters comparable to land gods in ancient times, but Long Wenshu always believed that even if the two sides were far apart, he could match two moves no matter what.

But what about the fact?

Seeing Hong Zhen chewing the taro balls calmly, with a stiff expression and a change in his eyes, Long Wenshu finally withdrew his hand in discouragement:

"I lost."

Swallowing the taro ball in his mouth, Hong Zhen, who was fat and ordinary, shook his head: "It's not considered a loss, you..."

He hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed slightly regretfully:

"Unfortunately, I went the wrong way."

(End of this chapter)