I became immortal in the world of low martial arts

Chapter 79 Kicking the Pavilion (Happy New Year!)

Yunzhou Prefecture, Old Tuozi District, Nanbao Road.

In an old boxing gym named Nanbao Xingyiquan, a group of disciples were quarreling in disorder around the middle hall.

"The merchant's second son, Shang Zixuan, is simply too deceitful. It's fine for him to open a boxing gym to grab business, but he wants to stand on top of us and make a name for himself! How can we do what he wants!"

"If the old owner is still there, how dare he be so rampant as a junior!"

"But after all, he is the second son of the merchant, with advanced cultivation and a strong background... Winning or not winning, this matter is very difficult!"

"Young curator, what should we do?"

In the main seat was a young man in a white suit, tall and muscular.Guo Zi's face was full of calmness.

He seemed to have great authority among his disciples.

Binocular inspection for a week.

The originally chaotic room suddenly became quiet.

Seeing this, the young curator named Ma Shaobao nodded in satisfaction, drank a cup of tea, coughed twice, and attracted everyone's attention. Majestic and angry said:

"My generation of warriors should have a fearless heart."

"The merchant's second son has not come yet, and you are frightened into such a state, how decent is it? If my adoptive father's spirit in heaven sees this scene, what will he think?"

Ma Shaobao's adoptive father, also the old owner of the boxing gym.

Its name is Matthew.

Back then, he was well-known in the entire Yunzhou Prefecture with his five consecutive whips.

Ma Shaobao's words were resounding and deafening.

After hearing this, all the boxing gym disciples present lowered their heads subconsciously, with a look of shame on their faces, feeling ashamed of their teacher's teachings for many years.

"But, how should we deal with the merchant's second son?"

Someone suddenly spoke.

Ma Shaobao looked at him coldly, and said with a blank expression: "You don't have to worry, the soldiers come to cover up the water and soil, I will naturally deal with this matter!"

After saying this, Ma Shaobao flicked his long sleeves, turned and left.

Leave everyone with a tall back.

After the elder brother leaves.

In the middle hall of the boxing gym, discussions exploded in a flash.

"As expected of a senior brother! Even if you encounter such a difficult matter, you are confident!"

"Eldest brother hasn't made a move for many years. This calm demeanor must be due to improved martial arts. Maybe it can directly make that businessman quit in the face of difficulties and preserve my reputation in the boxing gym!"

And the other side.

The senior brother Ma Shaobao returned to the boxing gym, in a remote and quiet small room.

In the small room, there were no extra decorations, only a portrait of a thin old man hung on the wall facing the door.

Under the portraits, there are also sacrificial items such as incense burners and candles.

Ma Shaobao walked into the room.

Carefully closing the door, he knelt down on the ground.

With a sad face, he said:

"Father, forgive me for not being able to protect your foundation. Shang Zixuan is also well-known in Yunzhou Mansion. How can I, a waste who is not even a martial artist, be his opponent!"

"I can't even protect the inheritance you left behind, so what face do I have to be your son!"

Speaking of it.

Ma Shaobao's Chinese character face suddenly became sullen, he suddenly took out a dagger from his cuff, cut off his sleeve on the spot, then kowtowed deeply:
"Father, you can go in peace!"

"Today, I, Ma Shaobao, will sever the father-son relationship with you. You should ask another master to guard the martial arts hall!"

"Farewell!"

After finishing speaking, Ma Shaobao took out a bag full of gold tickets from the compartment, and carried it on his back.

He opened the door, and just as he was about to leave, there was darkness in front of his eyes. A young man who was bigger than the door was blocking the door tightly, and a large shadow enveloped him.

"you are?"

Before Ma Shaobao became suspicious.

Then he felt a dull pain in his neck, the world was spinning, his body was so soft that he fell to the ground, and he was completely unconscious.

Su Heng dragged the unconscious Ma Shaobao into the small room, and took out a mirror and various props and materials needed for disguise, etc. After a quarter of an hour, a new Ma Shaobao strode out of the room.

Time flies to the afternoon.

Boxing hall.

Su Hengduan, who was disguised as Ma Shaobao, sat on the tiger-skin wide chair with a solemn and majestic face, and his body naturally exuded an immobile aura.

He is now able to use the technique recorded in the secret technique of Wanxiang Tianhou to disguise other people's voices.

But Su Heng didn't know much about Ma Shaobao.

To be on the safe side, I still seldom make a sound, just sitting on the chair with a big horse.

In the eyes of his disciples, his calm and composed appearance became more and more admirable, thinking that the senior brother was hiding something.

After half an hour.

The sound of drums and gongs came from outside the boxing gym.

Shang Zixuan was dressed in a white outfit, leading the way, followed by a large group of attendants and warriors, as well as passers-by who came to watch the bustle and did not think it was a big deal.

"I have heard about Nanbao Xingyi Boxing for a long time, and Shang Zixuan from Yunzhou Taishang Boxing Academy is here to ask for advice!"

Shang Zixuan hasn't arrived yet.

The hearty voice floated along with the wind.

Su Heng didn't talk nonsense, he just got off the wide chair and galloped forward, his speed getting faster and faster.

boom!
In mid-air, Su Heng kicked in the air.

Shang Zixuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and before the person arrived, a gust of wind roared down.

"Didn't the information say that Ma Shaobao only had three blood refining cultivations!? This speed! This strength... how is it possible!?"

Shang Zixuan didn't have time to think about it, crossed his arms and blocked them in front of his chest, a wave of strength turned into a barrier.But caught off guard, he was crushed by Su Heng's huge force before he could fully mobilize the strength in his body.

Bang bang bang!
The pure power and the translucent power like an oil film squeezed and collided with each other.

There was a series of crisp frying sounds.

Shang Zixuan's protective strength was torn apart by Su Heng's force, and he flew backwards uncontrollably.

Available in mid-air.

Su Heng reached out, grabbed Shang Zixuan's ankle, and squeezed it hard.

Then there were two more stabs like lightning, hitting Shang Zixuan's shoulder blades, and the two sounds came out almost in no particular order at the same time.

After doing all this.

Shang Zixuan was already in severe pain and passed out completely.

Behind him, a white-haired old man reached out to pick him up, groped twice at the wound, his face changed suddenly, and a pair of red eyes stared at Su Heng, like a beast that would choose to eat someone: "Hands, legs, bones Shattered, you have such a vicious mind!"

"With this level of cultivation, I still have to imitate others in kicking the gym. It's embarrassing, why don't you hurry up!?"

Su Heng snorted coldly, turned around and left.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared into the middle hall that the many onlookers outside the door and the disciples of the boxing gymnasium seemed to react, and began to cheer and scream loudly.

The face of the white-haired old man turned red. He is also a famous person in Yunzhou Prefecture, so he couldn't bear such humiliation.

Not to mention shooting a junior because of such a thing.

After a cold snort, he quickly turned around and left with the injured and unconscious Shang Zixuan.

(End of this chapter)