There is an inn in the sky

Chapter 108 Martial Arts Master
Zhong Hai, a certain university.

Xiaobai was brushing books in the library, and when he saw a reminder on his phone, he picked it up to read it.

"call--"

At this time, Xiaobai let out a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice, "Finally he was found."

Not long after, she joined the Changsheng Inn group and quickly became one with everyone, but the business cards of Ma Lai and others made her a little curious.

After asking, Xiaobai became a little stunned. Could it be that brother wants to accept them as apprentices?
When she was going to the bathroom, she couldn't help but call Yan Qingkong and tell her about the situation in the group...

After Yan Qingkong received the call, he couldn't help laughing.

It seems that Malay is not giving up.

Moreover, there are also a bunch of imitators.

However, he didn't bother to take care of it. After eating three servings of "Every grain is hard work", he continued to get busy in the kitchen.

When it was past eleven o'clock at night, he came out of the kitchen and stood on the steps looking at the night sky.

"I've run out of anger, I need to collect some." Yan Qingkong was thinking, "Sorrow, we can't delay any longer, we need to make it as soon as possible, and it's time to collect grief."

Although happiness is almost used up, it is easier to collect than anger.Those amusement parks, wedding venues, etc., can be collected in large quantities.

However, anger is not easy to gather, and it is difficult to find a place for collective anger.

Not long after, he came out of the Longevity Inn and returned to Donghu City to collect anger, and every strand counted.

At this time, on the grass by the East Lake, a thin man in a white training suit was constantly punching.

again and again.

He was already sweating profusely, but he didn't intend to stop at all.

Not far away, several people looked at the sky speechlessly. It seemed that Mr. Ma had really gone crazy in his practice. How long would it take to practice?

Usually, it is about one or two hours.

But now, it seems that he is going to practice until dawn. Does Mr. Ma really plan to challenge that fighting coach?
"Hey, Mr. Ma is still practicing. It looks like he's going to practice until dawn."

Someone couldn't help but posted a complaint in the circle of friends, which immediately attracted many people to reply and complain.

"Strong thoughts, warrior will, martial spirit..."

There are only a few words left in Malay's mind.

When the "strong thoughts" disappeared, he exuded a charm all over his body, and he seemed to have a deeper understanding of Tai Chi.

There seemed to be a force in his hands.

Huhu——

Although the hands are slow, they bring the wind.

At some point, he vaguely felt that there seemed to be a ray of energy in his body, and he couldn't help but tremble suddenly, incomparably pleasantly surprised.

This seems to be the legendary inner qi.

"Ha ha--"

Ma Lai laughed out loud, full of air.

Suddenly, nine strands of happiness appeared in the heart, and then merged with the previous three strands, turning into a flame, lighting up the heart...

At this moment, Ma Lai felt severe pain, and his expression changed.

He tried not to scream, and punched frantically, as if venting his pain.But at this moment, the strength contained in his hands became stronger, bringing out the sound of whistling wind...

Not far away, the few people were stunned when they saw it.

"Isn't it?"

Someone was shocked and said that Mr. Ma seemed to be different.

Also, it seemed that a wind was blowing up around Mr. Ma, stirring up some weeds and leaves, and spinning around him...

"Mr. Ma is really going to become a martial arts master?" Someone asked in disbelief.

Because the picture in front of me is indeed a bit shocking, as if it can only be seen on TV.

"Mr. Ma seems to be becoming a master of martial arts." Someone couldn't help but recorded a small video and posted it on Moments.

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"It's past eleven o'clock, and it's time for the night market." Yan Qingkong immediately rushed to the busiest night market after coming out of the Changsheng Inn, intending to try his luck.

In these places, there are many rioters after drinking, and disputes and fights are most likely to occur.

When he arrived for a while, he saw two groups of people arguing loudly, then they pushed and shoved, and then they started fighting...

"It's okay, there are more than ten strands."

Yan Qingkong was in a good mood, he didn't expect to be lucky tonight.

However, it seemed that the fight went too far, and even the beer bottles were used. In the end, some people returned to the car, pulled out a machete and chased them.

"So fierce?"

When Yan Qingkong saw it, he couldn't help being shocked, and said: "It seems that the beating is a little red-eyed, and if you continue to beat it, something will happen."

At this time, he suddenly pulled up a chair, rushed up and threw at the man who was chasing madly with the machete.

boom!
The plastic chair hit the back of the tattooed man.

"Fuck!"

The plastic chair was shattered, but the tattooed man didn't fall down. Instead, he turned around and slashed at Yan Qingkong, spraying feces from his mouth.

And Yan Qingkong kicked the tattooed man who weighed [-] to [-] catties and flew out.

At this moment, he didn't stop, but pulled out several plastic chairs in a row, and threw or punched those red-eyed people.

After about ten seconds, the scene was finally under control.

And the exclamation outside the arena also gradually stopped, looking at Yan Qingkong in shock, and then there was applause...

"Fantastic."

"So powerful, can one person kill more than a dozen people?"

"It must have been practiced in martial arts, otherwise I would definitely not be able to do it!"

People around sighed.

"Do you still want to fight?"

Yan Qingkong clapped his hands, looked at a dozen people lying on the ground and asked.

"Fuck, I'll kill you." The tattooed man struggled up, with a ferocious face, and rushed towards Yan Qingkong with a machete.

"Damn, are you used to it?"

Yan Qingkong's face darkened, he took two steps suddenly, and kicked hard.

This kind of person who carries a machete with him, not only has tattoos, but also sprays dung all over his mouth, and looks like an old man, is probably not much better than usual...

And the tattooed man immediately flew up and fell seven or eight meters away.

This kick shocked people all over the ground, how much strength does it take to kick people flying seven or eight far away?

That tattoo weighs at least [-] to [-] catties, right?

At this time, the scene was stopped again.

However, Yan Qingkong couldn't control their mouths, and they were still spitting shit.

But Yan Qingkong didn't bother to pay attention to them anymore. After all, he was meddling in his own business.

These two groups don't look like good people.

His mood was not affected, and he continued to collect anger.

At this time, many people uploaded videos one after another, and sent the scene they captured to Moments or Weibo.

"A bully man appeared on Qingshi Street, and he kicked him more than ten meters away! ".

"Shock!There are martial arts masters on Qingshi Street...》

"Two people on Qingshi Street were fighting in groups, and finally a martial arts master was surprised..."

The headlines appeared one after another, attracting many people to click in.

After they saw it, they were all a little shocked, and then complained, saying that it was too dark, and the picture was so bad that they couldn't even see the face of the master...

Naturally, Yan Qingkong didn't know that someone took a video of himself meddling in his own business and uploaded it on the Internet, attracting many people to watch.

After one o'clock, he collected a total of more than 20 strands of anger.

Not long after, he returned to the apartment and took a rest immediately after taking a shower, because he was going to meet the eldest princess tomorrow...

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