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Chapter 17

The short and fat man turned his head back, but saw a big smokehouse on the street, he immediately showed joy, and immediately took out a dime of silver from his pocket, and threw it into the hands of the strong man who was watching at the entrance of the smokehouse.

"keep the change."

He rushed into the smokehouse without looking back.

"together……"

Before Wu Qing finished speaking, a wooden stick with a thick wrist was placed in front of his eyes.

The strong man staring at the field smiled, but his tone was not polite,
"Which crotch is slit, revealing your little one? Think I'm crazy?"

He looked at Wu Qing unkindly,

"Pay your money and come in."

"I was just joking." Wu Qing, who didn't want to waste time because of his hands, smiled and said, "Can you go in and find someone, come out right away."

"What do you say?"

Wu Qing glanced inside the door, the back of the short and fat man turned a corner and disappeared.
"It was my uncle who just went in, so my aunt is in a hurry."

This kind of lie Wu Qing made up very smoothly.He didn't notice for a while that the short and fat man took advantage of him.

The strong man laughed loudly upon hearing this,

"No money, don't talk about your uncle, even if your mother is poked inside and screaming, aunt is anxious? Hahaha... ah!"

"Hello, mother."

Seeing that the strong man didn't take soft words, which wasted his time for nothing, the anxious Wu Qing quickly raised his foot and kicked with his side shin, which hit the strong man's outer knee. The pain was severe, and the wooden stick in his hand fell "咵啦".

It's too late to go in and find someone, the ghost knows how entangled it is.

Wu Qing twisted the strong man's jaw and asked sharply,
"Where is the back door?"

The strong man's face wrinkled into a ball, almost crying,
"Of course the back door is in the back alley, boss!"

The burly man's jaw loosened, and he curled up in pain like a shrimp. For a moment, he didn't know whether to cover his stomach or his legs.

Wu Qing glanced left and right, there was an alley on the right side of the smoke house, and he rushed into it like a sprint.

Rotten bricks, rotten mud, rotten newspapers, and after smoking out the opium, there is no money to pick up the rotten people thrown out of the opium hall.

The whole alley was dilapidated and exuded an unbearable stench.

Fortunately, the alley was not long, and the stench didn't take long for him to smell, so he ran to the alley entrance, and Wu Qing looked to the left of the alley entrance.

Sure enough, a fat hand was pushing open the rotten wooden door.

After walking around in the noisy opium hall, he found the short and fat man at the back door and walked out of the door, shaking off the prostitute who kept tugging at the hem of his clothes.

run?
Wu Qing sneered, two leaps and relays, bounced off the ground, raised his right leg in mid-air, and kicked straight towards the short and fat man's side face with a sharp kick, it was almost windy!
With the wind blowing his legs, the short and fat man who was about to leave the door leaf didn't even think about it, he twisted and hid behind the rotten door leaf.

"Crack."

Wu Qing kicked the rotten wooden door straight through.

The short and fat man behind the door stared at the black foot in straw sandals that was parked a few centimeters in front of his nose, his heart turned several times, his face was livid,

"Just treat me as a sick cat?"

When the next punch hit the half-broken door, there was another "click", the wooden door cracked into several pieces, and sawdust flying, he suddenly changed his punch into a claw, and grabbed Wu Qingzheng's retracted right leg.

Well done!
Wu Qing squinted her eyes to reduce the possibility of being stabbed by sawdust. She twisted her waist and turned over lightly. Her right foot retracted and fell to the ground. Her right hand seemed to be on the ground, and she scraped the ground. The middle cross kicked the short and fat man, and it was about to collide with the short and fat man's claws.

The moment Wu Qing's foot touched the short and fat man's grip, Wu Qing kicked it in vain.

The hand that was about to be kicked by him slipped away as expected, and was swung in front of the belly by the short and fat man, and took over the Jiushoujian that was thrown in front of his chest by his raised wrist, and was replaced by a tight grip. Fist left hand.

From Wu Qing's blind spot covered by his legs, the punch hit his ankle joint at a strange and tricky angle.

"Break!" The short and fat man shouted violently, and his left fist accelerated a bit.

"call!"

Suddenly, a black shadow exuded a stench and flew towards the short and fat man's face.

hidden weapon?The short and fat man leaned back and withdrew his fist to protect his face.

Wu Qing also took the opportunity to push back a few steps and opened up the distance.

"Slap." A ball of black mud stuck to the wall beside the short and fat man.

"Return to you."

Wu Qing shook the remaining mud on his right hand in disgust. When he was holding the ground with his right hand just now, just in case he grabbed a lump of mud, he didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

At this moment, Wu Qing's right hand was exuding the same stench as the alley, he asked with great interest,

"By the way, what kind of punch did you hit? What kind of move? It's interesting."

The short and fat man's face was very ugly.Surprised by a ball of mud?He snorted coldly, with sarcasm in his words,

"Snake fist, wind snake chasing wind style, how is it better than your mud fist?"

Wu Qing smiled as if he had never heard of the short and fat man's irony,
"The name is quite impressive."

As soon as the word "wind" fell, Wu Qing rushed forward with a tiger leap. When he was approaching the short and fat man, his left foot was one meter away from his right foot, his knees were bent, the soles of his feet were placed vertically, his heels were on the ground, and his right paw was slanted upwards. The chunky man's face is scratched!

The short and fat man moved his hand sideways in one go, and locked his right hand towards Wu Qing's right wrist at an extremely fast speed.

Wu Qing flipped his right wrist, as if to avoid it.At the same time, the right knee seems to be straight, the sole of the foot is placed horizontally on the ground, the heel is slightly weak, and the shoulders are leaning forward.

The chunky man grinned grimly, I'm a snake fist!

As soon as Wu Qing's right wrist was flipped, the short and fat man's fingers locked on it like a shadow, and there was no delay in exerting force. As soon as his fingers touched Wu Qing's wrist, he intended to break Wu Qing's wrist.

The right wrist was buckled, Wu Qing didn't seem to notice it, she just tensed her wrist, her right hand was still pushing upwards, lifting the short and fat man's right hand, and then her left fist was like lightning, blasting towards the short and fat man's unsuspecting chest .

The short and fat man didn't panic, he grabbed Jiu Shoujian's left hand and lifted up the chest protector, and at the same time raised his knee to collide with Wu Qing's left fist.

One attack and one defense, clean and neat, as if returning to the original.

But before the short and fat man withdrew his knees, Wu Qing suddenly bent his left arm, his right leg, which had always been straight like a bow, suddenly straightened, and hit the short and fat man's left chest heavily with a powerful elbow.

"uh-huh."

The short and fat man let out a muffled grunt, almost dying of breath. He swayed and swayed a few times before he stood still, and he had to let go of Wu Qing's wrist with his right hand.

"Yiquan, Subduing Dragon Stake. You have made money by surrendering your fat snake. Do you really think you are a tiger?"

Wu Qing sneered.

He made many friends in the same industry in his previous life, and Yiquan was a big boxing style in his previous life, and he also learned a move or two.

Apart from a sneer on his face, Wu Qing's subordinates were also merciless, slashing down with the saber in his right hand.

"rub!"

The sword blew sharply.The short and fat man reluctantly pulled Jiushou sword halfway out of his orifice. The blade was facing Wu Qing's right hand.

When he turned around again, he only saw the short and fat man take two steps back, gouged out Wu Qing with his eyes, and then ran away clutching his chest.

"Go ahead, let me see how long you can run."

Wu Qing spat viciously, and strode after him.

He must get the Nine Shou Sword!
(End of this chapter)