jiquan reincarnation

Chapter 87 Arrest
Guangdong-Guangzhou National Art Museum.

In the VIP lounge, Zhou Lie, the true biography of the Giant Spirit Sect, sat on the leather sofa, listening to the introduction of the main committee of the martial arts association.

The main committee of the Martial Arts Association is composed of veterans of the Guangdong Martial Arts World among the four major schools. Sent out to manage these things.

Therefore, these old fellows who seemed to be over half a century old treated Zhou Lie very respectfully and cautiously.

Tomorrow morning, after the top eight qualifying rounds, the Guangdong Martial Arts Conference will be considered a successful conclusion, and at the end of the martial arts conference, there will be a "power reduction" conference targeting martial arts schools in various places. The museum has already expected and prepared, but I am afraid that the meeting will not be peaceful. As the person in charge of this meeting, Zhou Lie needs to further understand the situation carefully.

Melissa sat in a corner with a bored look on her face, but actually kept some details in her ears.

Naturally, the Giant Spirit Army needs to pay a certain price for accepting the funding from the Geely Empire. Under the banner of "introducing outstanding young people to communicate with each other to enhance the friendship between the two countries", the Prime Minister actually wants to plant nails around the direct descendants of the Giant Spirit Sect. , Zhou Lie and Melissa understand this very well.

Suddenly, the door of the VIP lounge was pushed open, and a strong man wearing a giant spirit uniform walked into the room, came to Zhou Lie's side, leaned over and whispered something in his ear.

Immediately, Zhou Lie narrowed his eyes slightly.

Others in the room realized what seemed to be happening and fell silent.

"Xiaolin Wuguan in Tianhai Prefecture, the owner Weng Xiaolin and the true biography Zhao Qi, where are they now?"

Zhou Lie raised his head and asked several members of the main committee of the martial arts association.

Several people were startled, did Xiaolin Martial Arts Academy do something wrong?
"Young master, please wait a moment. We have been paying attention to the whereabouts of the martial arts forces from all over Guangdong, especially the owners of each martial arts gym. We only need to check a little."

A few people in the main committee hurriedly said to Zhou Lie, and immediately sent someone to check the news, and they got a reply soon.

"Weng Xiaolin is a guest at Taihe Huxingquan Martial Arts Hall at this time, and other tiger-shaped boxing schools in Guangdong seem to be there too. As for Zhao Qi, he is out today and is not with Weng Xiaolin. It is not clear where he went."

The person in charge of the main committee said to Zhou Lie.

"How strong is Weng Xiaolin?"

Zhou Lie asked.

"This person once reached the realm of internal training when he was young, but it was just ordinary internal training. Later, he was seriously injured, and his lungs still have hidden injuries. In addition, he is getting old and cannot be lucky easily. He has not made a move for many years. His strength is at best. Just at the peak of general horizontal training."

The person in charge thought it over and said.

"I'll send someone to follow you and go to the Taihe Tiger-shaped Fist Gym as quickly as possible, and arrest this person. You'd better live."

Zhou Lie said lightly.

Hearing this, everyone at the scene was shocked, and the person in charge of the main committee asked cautiously: "Young master, dare to ask, what did Weng Xiaolin do?"

"Didn't you hear what I said? Just do a good job, and you don't need to know anything else that you shouldn't know."

Zhou Lie glanced at him and said.

"Yes, we understand."

The members of the main committee felt cold, and immediately confessed their crimes and went out.

"Using the channel of the military department, I want to know where Zhao Qi is right away. In addition, I need to transfer twenty sergeants to wait for orders. Also, let the top five of the ten troops come to see me."

Zhou Lie turned his head and said to the sergeant who reported the letter.

"Yes!"

The sergeant looked serious and left the VIP lounge immediately.

"What? What happened? Such a big fight?"

Melissa stretched her waist, showing her incomparably graceful curves, and asked casually.

"Do you want to talk to me? It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you know about it. It has something to do with you guys."

"Doumu Yuanhun Needle, do you know?"

Zhou Lie glanced at her and said.

"Tiannan Su Clan? How could I not know? When Xu Qingyuan put out the smoke, Tiannan Su Clan made great efforts. One of my uncles died under Su Clan's Doumu Yuanhun Needle. However, Tiannan Su Clan The Su family was already wiped out by you back then, for this matter, we dispatched three knights to help you out."

Melissa narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Back then, someone from the master of the Su family escaped. Just now I got the latest news from the military department. The first true biography of Xiaolin Martial Arts, Zhang Hongyun, then captain of the Second Spirit Martial Vanguard of the Third Legion, was the remnant of the Su family. The Linchuan barracks resisted arrest and escaped. Now the military department has ordered the arrest of all people related to this person, and Weng Xiaolin and Zhao Qi came to participate in the martial arts meeting, and this task fell on me."

"I suspect that this Zhao Qi's performance is so outstanding, he may have secretly passed on the Doumu Yuanhun Needle, but he hid it very well and did not show any clues."

Zhou Lie said.

"Doumu Yuanhun Needle? That's very possible."

Melissa pondered.

Soon, while the two were talking, the sergeant returned to the VIP lounge and whispered something in Zhou Lie's ear.

"Let's go and meet this Zhao Qi. I wanted to call him to meet me a long time ago, but there was no chance. Now we can meet."

Zhou Lie stood up and said calmly.

"Seeing him, what do you want? Kill him?"

Melissa asked with an interesting look.

"If he is willing to donate the Doumu Yuanhun Needle consciously, and is willing to sacrifice his life for me, his life can be saved. Otherwise, his hands and feet will be useless. Let's talk about it when we bring it back."

Zhou Lie said lightly.

Taihe Huxingquan Martial Arts Gym.

The masters of the Eight Great Tiger-shaped Fist Gym drank tea and chatted happily. During the conversation, Weng Xiaolin was mentioned all the time. After all, Zhao Xuanqi was too popular in this martial arts competition.

During the conversation, a disciple suddenly walked into the tea room and whispered a few words in the ear of Xu Guitang, the owner of Taihe Tiger-shaped Boxing Gym. Xu Guitang frowned slightly, then confessed to everyone and walked out of the tea room.

Everyone didn't care too much, after all, as the owner of the museum, it is impossible to have a leisurely day.

Not long after, Xu Guitang returned to the tea room and said to everyone: "Everyone, please move to the dining room. What's the point of drinking tea? Let's talk while drinking."

Everyone did not object, what is the reason for a martial arts gathering, where there is tea but no wine.

A group of people walked out of the tea room talking and laughing, and came to the dining room. The door of the dining room was ajar, revealing a gap.

Xu Guitang walked behind the crowd, looked at Weng Xiaolin's back, his face was uncertain, and finally, a stern look flashed in his eyes.

brush! !

He stepped forward suddenly, and hit Weng Xiaolin's back with a tiger palm.

Xu Guitang is in the realm of internal training. Although he is old, he doesn't have old injuries like Weng Xiaolin, so this blow is very fierce.

Bang! !

A palm hit Weng Xiaolin's right shoulder, and the strong impact immediately caused the unprepared Weng Xiaolin's whole body to fly out, hitting heavily on the open dining room door.

The door was knocked open, and Weng Xiaolin's body fell into the hall.

"Master Xu?!"

Several other hall owners suddenly turned their heads in horror and looked in the direction of Xu Guitang, only to see Xu Guitang looking gloomy and looking directly into the hall.

Everyone seemed to have a premonition that something was wrong, and turned their heads immediately, and saw a dozen giant spirit soldiers holding sharp-edged firearms in the hall, several members of the main committee and several masters from the four major schools surrounded the fallen Weng Xiaolin in the hall.

Seeing this battle, everyone couldn't help their hearts beating wildly.

What the hell is going on here?
Blood overflowed from the corner of Weng Xiaolin's mouth, his mind went blank for a moment, and he soon realized that something had happened.

"Master Weng, you and I have no grievances in the past, but now we have no grievances. The only fault is that you have taken in a good apprentice, Zhang Hongyun, the descendant of the Tiannan Su Clan. Tsk tsk, if you are sensible, please cooperate and obediently accompany us for a walk."

The person in charge of the main committee said lightly.

Weng Xiaolin was shocked.

Zhang Hongyun. Descendants of the Su Clan in Tiannan
Decades of life experience made him instantly understand one thing.

If you can't be caught, everything will be over if you get caught.

He gritted his teeth suddenly, a stern look flashed in his eyes.

On the other side, the Office of the Dean of the Academic Affairs Office of the Faculty of Arts of Guangdong Guang University.

"Then everything will be the dean's trouble."

Zhao Xuanqi said to the hale and white-haired old man in front of him, he took out an envelope from his arms, put it on the table, and moved it to the old dean.

"Mr. Zhao, I passed Lingjie's admission application because of her own knowledge and ability, and has nothing to do with other things. There are many filths in this world, but I think that any filth should not enter the campus, because this is China, it is the nation. I hope that this place should remain as pure as it should be, so please take this back.”

The old dean frowned, and pushed the envelope back in front of Zhao Xuanqi.

"You have misunderstood. The development of the school needs the attention of the society. I am just doing my best. I will add two more books to the students and a few more meals to the teachers."

Zhao Xuanqi smiled and pushed the envelope back again.

"Thank you Mr. Zhao for your kindness, but I don't want your kindness to appear at this time."

The old dean shook his head again, and refused to accept it no matter what. In the end, Zhao Xuanqi had no choice but to take back the envelope, feeling a little admiration for the old dean.

In this world, there are not many people with such integrity.

Well, maybe, or maybe he just didn't see much.

Anyway, it will be the same to donate in other names in the future. It seems that such a good dean should donate more.

After Zhao Xuanqi bid farewell to the old dean, he got up and walked to the building of the Academic Affairs Office of the School of Literature.

The building seemed a little empty, and there were no students in sight.

Until they came to the lobby on the first floor, there was no sign of students.

When you first came, it seemed that there were quite a lot of students?
Zhao Xuanqi frowned slightly, sensing something was wrong.

In the air, there seemed to be a dignified atmosphere spreading.

Zhao Xuanqi moved to the window, looked out of the window, and unexpectedly saw the figure of a sergeant wearing a giant spirit uniform outside the Academic Affairs Office building, surrounding the entire Academic Affairs Office building.

It seemed that something extraordinary had happened.

"Zhao Qi? Your master is already in our hands, come down and talk."

At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded from the lobby on the first floor of the Academic Affairs Office.

(End of this chapter)