Boss, she's acting as a good girl again

Chapter 242 Young Master, It's Time To Go Home

Su Xian thought that his talent and perseverance in ancient martial arts were not bad. He started to learn halfway, and then persisted every day, rain or shine, and now he has made some progress.

But he feels progress is still too slow.

Logically speaking, the matter of martial arts needs to be accumulated over time, and it is by no means a matter of overnight, so there is no rush.

But he really wants to participate in the ancient martial arts competition next month, fight side by side with Ning Miao, and share his father's worries.

For martial arts practitioners, the pressure of life and death and high-intensity practice are the fastest way to improve their own strength, and it is also an efficient way to consolidate the results of practice.

So he came here without hesitation.

Su Xian glanced at the crowd surrounding him.

This place is very much to his liking.

"He has been on the run for a day, and he probably has no energy left, let's go together!"

When one of them finished speaking, everyone surrounded him one after another.

They have all kinds of sharp and deadly weapons in their hands, but Su Xian only has his bare feet and empty fists.

The teenager kicked the dagger in one person's hand away, then punched him in the chest, knocking him out, then turned around, grabbed the iron pipe of the other person, and stabbed the other person in the opposite direction. chest, and with a strong pull, he snatched the man's iron pipe as a weapon.

The Su family started with boxing, and the Su family boxing combines strength and softness. It was once the head of all Kyushu boxing schools and is well-known in the world of ancient martial arts.

In fact, the Su family's stick and sword techniques are also among the best.

However, because the Su family has lived in seclusion for a long time, there are not many people who inherit it now, so even in the territory of Kyushu, few people can know their way.

Especially for Westerners, they can't distinguish the styles of ancient martial arts, at most they can only recognize that this is Eastern Kung Fu.

Originally, Su Xian preferred to fight with bare hands, but now there are many people and the opponents have weapons, so for him, bare hands are too big, and he must have a weapon at hand.

Although the iron pipe that was stolen was heavy, it was still a qualified and durable stick.

Just used to practice the stick technique.

The melee continued.

Everyone discovered that the young man with a weapon in his hand was more powerful than before. Even an ordinary iron rod could make tigers and tigers like tigers, making them almost invincible.

At this time, there were chaotic footsteps outside the warehouse.

Someone breathed a sigh of relief: "Someone is coming, and more people are coming."

This boy's kung fu is too wicked.

An iron pipe hit the body, as if there was an invisible force coming along the iron pipe.

If it hits the chest, you can feel the pain as if the internal organs are displaced; if it hits the body, you can hear the sound of bones breaking.

If he can only use brute force, it is easy to deal with, after all, many of the besiegers have experienced professional fighting training.

However, the boy's movements were flexible and his moves were complicated. A stick blocked all their attacks as if it had eyes, and greeted them.

A group of people were finally beaten and lying around.

Then, more people rushed in.

But the young man seemed to be tireless, the iron rod in his hand was deformed, and even lost and snatched another one, he could still hold on.

However, Su Xian's body was not made of iron. His body had large and small wounds, falls, scrapes, punches, and bloodstains from sharp knives.

His clothes have been soaked with sweat and blood, and the original color can hardly be seen.

But the young man still stood there firmly, his cold and indifferent phoenix eyes swept over everyone one by one, and he shouted in a cold voice:
"Come on! Why don't you dare to go up! It's so boring!"

His expression seemed to be mocking, but also seemed to be laughing.

Everyone looked at him as if they were looking at a monster.

Does he not rest?

Isn't he tired?
Is he looking for death?Still want to do something?With such a serious injury on his body, he still doesn't want to run?
Yes, Su Xianting will run away.

As long as he wants to hide, no one can find him.

Once he came out, he was going out of his way to fight people.

Some people even secretly guessed in their hearts, wouldn't this young man treat them as a target?What does he want to do?He thought that if he came here, would he still have a chance to go out?
In other words, this boy is a martial idiot, a lunatic who only knows how to fight.

If he wanted to live here for a long time, he had to learn how to manage contacts and influence, and this young man did nothing but fight, he was really young and frivolous.

The people who were still standing looked at each other, and then rushed up together, holding sticks and daggers in their hands. There are no hot weapons here. Several people tried to hide, but they were quickly found and taken away, and never came back. .

Everyone hacked at Su Xian with their weapons.

However, Su Xian became more and more excited as he fought more and more, and his stick technique became more and more fluent. He felt as if he had entered a mysterious state, and everyone's every move was presented in front of him like slow motion. Under the guidance of muscle memory, like a dragon soaring and a tiger roaring, it hides an indomitable momentum.

The besiegers retreated steadily, and even suffered varying degrees of injuries. A large number of them were paralyzed on the ground alone.

At this time, a man carrying a simple homemade bow and arrow quietly climbed onto the nearby work frame.

He hid behind a tin box, put a rough wooden arrow on the homemade bow and arrow, and slowly raised his arm.

The archer sneered inwardly, these people are so stupid, they showed that they are good at fighting, and even beat him at close quarters.

And he will soon take this valuable prey into his pocket!

The archer slowly raised his bow and arrow, aiming at Su Xian's back.

Just as he was about to draw the bow hard.

boom!
A gunshot that should not have appeared here suddenly sounded in the warehouse, like thunder.

"what!"

The archer wailed, and the bow and arrow in his hand fell from the sky.

He clutched his bleeding wrist and looked towards the warehouse door.

At this time, a group of heavily armed men in black appeared at the door of the warehouse. They were wearing black mid-collar combat uniforms with eerie patterns of evil spirits printed on them.

The leader is a tall and thin man who is indistinguishable between male and female, and it is Shen Li.

She slowly put down the muzzle of the gun, then waved her palm forward, commanding: "Control the scene!"

The members of the Ghost Team behind her filed in and quickly subdued them all.

"Hold your head and squat over, don't move!"

These people recognize the uniforms of the ghost town ghost team and know their origins. They can't afford to provoke them, so they can only hug their heads obediently.

But they didn't understand why the Ghost team would intervene in this big fight, which was clearly something that was allowed in Area A.

"My lord, there is another person over there." Someone pointed at Su Xian, and he was the only one who participated in the big fight.

Who would have thought that Shen Li, who had a very high status, walked towards Su Xian in person, then bowed, and said respectfully: "Young Master, Boss ordered me to take you home."

　It will be updated tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)