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Su Zijian stood up slowly, looked at the four of them calmly, and asked plainly: "Do you want to find a place for him?"

"That's what it means, Brother Su won't reject us, right?" Fan Wenqing said with a smile.

Hearing Cai Shaofu talk about Su Zijian's extraordinary kung fu, he was tied with him. Cai Shaofu and them were taught by the same master. Everyone knows what kind of skill they are, and they can be evenly matched with him. There are really not many people here. Fan Wenqing and Zhao Xinrui, who just graduated from university, were thinking about what to do. When they heard about this, they couldn't help but want to meet this man named Su Zijian for a while. This made Cai Shaofu dare not underestimate him.

Because of this, the four of Fan Wenqing came to Dongying Town and worked with him, Su Zijian. They not only had to know Su Zijian's kung fu, but also his character.

Now that those who understand understand, those who know know each other, the purpose of inviting Su Zijian here is to learn his kung fu for a while.

This person who learns martial arts has such a hobby. When he meets a master, he wants to meet for a while. It is understandable that his hands and feet are itchy.

They look gentle on the surface, but they are no different from ordinary people in their bones.

Of the four of them, Fan Wenqing is of course the one with the best kung fu. Now it is up to Fan Wenqing to meet Su Zijian, who made you an expert, and beat our senior brother to the utmost admiration, so we won't find you What's wrong?

We ate the meat and drank the wine. For the rest of the time, the four of us wanted to see if Su Zijian's kung fu was as magical as the legends said. No one would really be able to impress you. The four of us didn't believe it. Xie, I want to come to meet you, even if you are extremely reluctant, this fight must be fought, and you don't even think about escaping.

The three of Zhao Xinrui stood aside. They were all arrogant people. Although they knew that Su Zijian was different from ordinary people, they didn't want to be attacked by others. With so many people fighting against Su Zijian alone, even if they won the battle, it would be impossible. Nothing fancy.

So they have to be presentable.

Su Zijian was about the same age as them, and he wasn't an expert among the older generation, let alone a well-known figure in the martial arts world. What a joke.

What's more, they think that their kung fu is not necessarily inferior to Su Zijian, and they have a belief that they want Su Zijian to know how good they are. The concept of martial arts spirit makes people very persistent.

Now the opportunity is in front of them, they want to let a master subdue under their hands, this is a very pleasant thing, and they must do it beautifully.

Su Zijian's piercing eyes swept across him, his eyes were full of the demeanor of a superior man, his demeanor was very stable, he was not at all timid because of their large number of people, on the contrary, it aroused his competitive heart, desire Compete with each other to have a good time.

Fan Wenqing couldn't help but shudder, Su Zijian's demeanor is clearly a unique skill, and only a master can have such an aura, no wonder his senior brother Cai Shaofu would praise him, this person really has the demeanor of a master.

He is pretentious, his kung fu is not weak, and he has never met an opponent. It is really a pleasure to have a master like Su Zijian to accompany him to show his strength and have a good time.

The three of Zhao Xinrui stood aside, sipping beer in their cups, and smiling. It seemed that they had great confidence in Fan Wenqing, and they didn't have to worry that he would be kicked away by Su Zijian.

Fan Wenqing was indeed a master, with heavy punches and ruthless kicks, he fought with Su Zijian back and forth, and he couldn't tell who had the better advantage.

They have many seniors, and they usually have more time and opportunities to fight each other. They can't be serious with each other. At this time, they are fighting with Su Zijian. It's a real fight. Every time Su Zijian punched fiercely, the pressure was so heavy that his fists ached and hurt, and he couldn't help being secretly surprised: No wonder Cai Shige said that this kid is good at kung fu, and I was just joking, but it turned out to be true of.

The three of Shan Susu also had expressions of astonishment on their faces. They never imagined that Su Zijian's kung fu was so strong that he could resist Fan Wenqing. They were evenly matched, regardless of Zhongbo. After a long battle, Fan Wenqing seemed to be on the verge of failure. I frowned unknowingly: No way!This kid is really capable.

I rely on!It's too strange, there are so many strange people in this small place in the countryside, there are really so many strange people in this world.

Although they didn't really believe that Su Zijian had this ability for a while, the facts in front of them told them that all of this was true. ~~~ "The City's No. [-] Mix" by the elegant layman is very exciting, don't miss it! ~~~

There is nothing more believable than seeing it with your own eyes.

They were even more surprised when they saw Su Zijian's fists and feet gradually suppressing Fan Wenqing and making him a little out of breath.

Su Zijian looked relaxed, raised his hands and fisted, and did it without hesitation. It seemed that Fan Wenqing was sweating and flustered. In comparison, Fang Wenqing was no match for Su Zijian.

Up to this moment, Fan Wenqing and the others couldn't accept it.

Of course, if the four of his senior brothers and sisters came together, Su Zijian would not be wronged.

However, they are all arrogant and arrogant people, and it is no problem to look down on others. If the four of them join forces to deal with him alone, it will be considered a shameful thing, and it is not something they can do , and I don’t want to do it, even though I am anxious, I can only stare blankly.

Su Zijian knew that they looked down on him, thinking that he was just a countryman whose status couldn't be compared with them, so he sneered secretly.

If he wanted to convince his opponent, he certainly had his own way, and what he had to do at this time was to let Fan Wenqing know how powerful he was, and that was the only way to convince this prince and the like .

Therefore, he was unambiguous in his strikes, every move and every move was ruthless, forcing Fan Wenqing to retreat steadily, and in the end he was punched in the chest, and fell backwards on all fours, so embarrassing .

A master's fight is about real sword strength, and only by exerting all your strength can you win the respect of your opponent. At least you don't win others by clever ways.

Fan Wenqing was in pain from his beating, but he still held back his screams.

Skills are not as good as people, and they should be beaten.

Besides, he started this war by himself, so he can't blame others, let alone Su Zijian.

Now that things are up to now, Fan Wenqing won't accept it.

He stood up and kept rubbing his painful chest, stretched out his thumb with the other hand, and praised loudly: "Brother Su, I really have you, I admire you."