The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 32 Fighting

Hearing the movement outside the door, the faint smile on Chen Zhuo's face that pretended to welcome the guests disappeared immediately and turned into nothing.

"Gaba!"

He was about to go out to find out, but he just took two steps when the big Escort banner erected under the clear blue sky fell down with a crisp sound of breaking.

There were shouts and shouts outside, and it became lively in an instant.

When he walked to the door expressionlessly, he saw a group of people wearing sackcloth and filial piety, holding a memorial tablet. There were about twenty men and women, all with gloomy faces and eyes full of resentment. They were all disciples of Shenshoumen. It's like going to a funeral, so it's not bad luck.

The gate of the courtyard.

"Fortunately, I didn't kill him, but I broke three ribs and had to lie down on the bed."

A Wumen elder who was watching the ceremony checked the boy's injuries.

The rangers around were all relieved, and then glared at each other, and then looked at the fallen flag, all eyes were red.

But when they saw Chen Zhuo striding forward, the faces of several people changed, and they hurriedly persuaded: "Young Master Chen, don't get angry, today is your big day for apprenticeship, it is not appropriate to see blood, this matter must not be impulsive."

The spring day is just right, and the sun is rising in the east.

A ray of sunlight hit Chen Zhuo's face, and his whole face seemed to be covered with golden paint, like King Ming in the temple came down from his seat.

"Don't worry, I'm not angry, at best I just want to kill him."

He looked at the young ranger lying on the ground, then at the group of people at the door, his face was expressionless, but under his drooping eyelids, there was coldness in his eyes.

"Shenshoumen? Haven't died yet?"

Even though the 12 of them killed Shenshoumen completely that night, there were still a few fish that slipped through the net, some were in Jinmen, some hadn't returned to Beijing, and some were stalking outside and escaped to death by chance.

Unexpectedly, he dared to come to the door.

"Chen, my God's Hand Sect was slaughtered, are you involved?"

A woman asked sternly.

Chen Zhuo raised his eyelids, and his expression was calm, "The children of the Jianghu are dead in the Jianghu, the winners and losers live and die, and the strength speaks. Before you ask these words, you should think about what unconscionable things your Shenshoumen have done in recent years , who has offended someone... who deserves to be beaten to death for emptying the name of the four mountains in the capital, but only thinking about trying to gain power."

He glanced at the woman who spoke, "You were the one who spoke in the Gold and Silver Building back then. If you can live, you should have fun."

"What a kid from the rivers and lakes is dead. Since strength speaks for itself, can I kill you if I am strong enough?"

With a cold snort, the person who was calling just now paced out, but he was a black-faced man with a tall and straight figure, high cheekbones, and a pair of narrow and long eyes raised slightly under the filial piety cloth, the cold eyes implied murderous intent.

As soon as the man opened his mouth, the woman stopped talking and stepped aside in a polite manner.

As soon as this person came out again, three other men raised their eyes in unison, and came out more and more.

"If you have the guts, come and try."

Chen Zhuo narrowed his eyes, and seemed to see some clues.

This god hand sect fell down and scattered the monkeys, how could there be any background, let alone a disciple who dared to stand out, who had done all kinds of bad things, was used to being domineering, and did not have a good relationship with the Wumen sect, how could there be four people appearing now.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Suddenly, the pupils of the bystanders shrank sharply, as if they were all moved by the horrifying scene.

However, among the four people, a burly man stepped out with his arms folded, the stone slab under his feet collapsed in response, leaving a footprint several inches deep, he only walked three steps, and he had reached the bottom of the steps. When it fell, the stone slab under his feet exploded, turning into fragments all over the sky, flying dust and dust.

What a domineering outsider kung fu.

Many famous martial arts masters looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering when such masters would appear in the Shenshou sect.

But when this person took off the filial cloth on his head and revealed his true face, everyone's expressions changed wildly.

It was a blond man with blue eyes.

But Chen Zhuo could see some traits of Han Chinese from the other person's face, presumably he had Han Chinese blood.

After thinking about it, it seems that only the iron hat king Ao Qing filial piety has this ability, and this black man is full of a soldier's unique murderous aura, he is probably a master in the army.

Picture what?
Li Cunyi and Cheng Tinghua in the courtyard also heard the sound, and when they saw a foreign boy standing outside the bodyguard office, their expressions were all ugly.

"Foreigner?"

The remaining three people, except for the black man, the other two also took off their filial piety, one tall and one short, the tall one has a sick face and brown hair, and the short one wears clogs unique to oriental people.

Under the eyes of everyone, the dwarf in clogs smiled strangely, walked around, walked to the dart flag, and stepped on it.

It's just that as soon as he landed, before he could stand still, he heard a cold snort in his ear, "Get lost!"

Suddenly a strong wind flew over, swishing past, like locusts.

As if he had been prepared for a long time, this person raised his palm into a knife, turned around and slashed, the knife in his hand pierced through the air, and a stone was shattered in the air, but in the next second, two flying stones hit, one in front and one behind, Like birds and cranes flying around, fluctuating up and down, it is difficult to distinguish reality from reality.

The man opened his eyes wide, turned his palms, and put them on his chest. Seeing that he was about to catch him, he didn't want a flying stone to strike first. Like a firecracker.

In a short time, the man staggered back, his face was pale and ugly, his right hand was trembling unceasingly, when he lowered his head, he saw a bloody hole in his palm, and the blood was gushing out.

When Chen Zhuo picked up the apricot-yellow banner and wiped the dirt off it, everyone woke up like a dream.

"Mr. Chen hits a good stone!"

"What a shooting star chasing the moon!"

"What a locust rock!"

……

The change was extremely fast, and the crowd went from shock to anger to shock and applause, in just three or two breaths.

The black man didn't react at all. He waved the short man away, pointed at Chen Zhuo, and said indifferently, "We are here for him today, and this matter has nothing to do with others... Don't worry, we won't kill you, don't you like beating me?" Well, as long as you win the three of us, we will leave immediately, but if you lose, you have to follow us... Otherwise, don't hang up the signboard of Yuanshun Escort Bureau."

"Three beat one, what a hero!"

Someone snorted.

The black man glanced at everyone present, and smiled playfully, "What martial arts arena? It's just a joke. If that's the case, including him, which two of you are interested in playing two tricks with our brothers?"

As soon as this statement came out, there was the terrifying scene of the foreigner stomping his feet and cracking rocks in front of him. Everyone in the martial arts school looked at me and I looked at you, as if they were waiting for someone else to show up first.

"Count me in!"

Suddenly, a man came out from the crowd, he seemed to be unable to hold back any longer, he glanced at the blond foreign-haired man, and cupped his hands, "Wang Ziping in Cangzhou, I'm here to teach you how to do it!"

Unexpectedly, the foreign-haired man actually spoke authentic Chinese, "Huh, fists and feet have no eyes, life and death are life and death, let's make a statement, lest I beat you to death later and you will have to sue."

Wang Ziping was not yet thirty, he was in the middle of his prime, when he heard this, he frowned and rolled up his sleeves, "May I ask if your lord is a Chinese or a foreigner?"

The foreign-haired boy sneered, "Sick man of East Asia, how can he compare with me!"

Wang Ziping's face darkened, "You are wearing my Han clothes and speaking my Chinese language. I can see that you still have some Han blood in your facial features. But speaking like this, you really don't respect yourself. Today I will teach you the essence of my Han family, what is humility."

"Count me in!"

Shang Yunxiang pressed Zuo Zongsheng who was about to walk out, shook his feet, shook off his shoes, looked at the tall man who looked like a sick ghost, and said concisely: "Come here for a while!"

Before Li Cunyi and Cheng Tinghua could speak, Chen Zhuo had already handed the dart flag to Zuo Zongsheng, raised his chin at the black man, and walked to the side, stretching his muscles and bones, amidst the crackling sound , He greeted the old ranger at the side who was calling: "Uncle Xu, please make three certificates!"

(End of this chapter)