Abandoned Master's Cultivation

Thick eyebrows stared at Ah Mei, "smelly woman, you don't know the greatness of heaven and earth. Do you dare to talk back when I talk? Believe it or not, I found ten or eight men to turn you."

"Oh, scare me. My sister Ah Mei has been here for more than ten years. She's not a vegetarian. If you want me to go, how can you compensate for this house? Not a penny less."

"I've done my utmost to give you 20000 yuan. Don't ignore it." thick eyebrows said.

The fat man said, "we can discuss the price of the demolition compensation agreement. Let's talk about today. I saw the car. Rhubarb smashed the windshield. We can't just forget it."

"What do you want!"

"Why are you fierce!"

"Don't quarrel."

"Get out of here, you dead shaver."

"Don't fucking quarrel, brothers, how long have these maggots spent here? Don't talk nonsense to them and finish it tonight." donkey mouth said and took out a flashing dog leg mountain knife, "cut them to death."

For a moment, more than a dozen young people took out their guys and shouted at the gang in front of them.

The river was dustless and unable to understand her mind. She was not angry yet. They fought first, pulled Matsushima Norika down, pulled her behind, and continued to retreat, hiding behind a French Wutong tree.

Matsushima Jixiang's palms were sweating and looked flustered. The frightened woman could not see such a scene of fighting and killing. Fortunately, there was Jiang Wuchen around her. At this moment, although she was flustered and nervous, she felt extremely safe in her heart. Just because her small hand was held by the thick big hand of the man around her.

The contradictions between the two sides have been overstocked for a long time. From the simple dialogue just now, Jiang Wuchen also heard some. This is not a simple contradiction in collecting protection fees, but demolition.

In recent years, great efforts have been made to develop Haichuan. A large number of houses in old urban areas have been included in the scope of demolition, which involves extremely attractive interests. They are all attracted by this fat meat from temples to rivers and lakes.

Especially the demolition, which involves too many things, spend more than 100000 words may not be clear. Where there are interests, conflicts are indispensable.

In particular, this direct conflict cannot be avoided.

The contradiction with deep resentment finally broke out at this moment. Under the control of the scene, thick eyebrows couldn't stop. They took out their mobile phones and called people. More than a dozen locomotive parties were just the vanguard.

Outside the old street, there are 50 or 60 locomotive party waiting for orders. At this moment, they all went out and killed them.

"This is not a fight for one person, nor is it for the benefit of any one person. Old Wei Zi, old scissors, Ah Mei and Xiao Hong are forced into this. They don't even have the last habitat in the Jianghu. What are you hiding?" the fat man shouted. His body rushed forward, and his fists were much bigger than before, like a casserole, waving left and right, banging and banging, Beat out the young people who rushed in the face.

A touch of grief flashed across re atti's face. "Is it really so difficult to quit the Jianghu? Lausanne, Kurban, step back and protect Ma and Guri." he said with an arrow step to the corner, where there was a pile of bamboo sticks. With the clapping and shaking of re atti's palm, the bamboo poles flew away.

Re atti reached out and grabbed one. His hands shook gently. The bamboo pole was like a green snake, whizzing and buzzing. Then he slapped it around, flying the machete in the young man's hand, and then fell on the young man's cheek, making a blood stain on his cheek

The appearance of these two people immediately changed the scene. More than a dozen young people of the locomotive party obviously didn't expect that there were two masters hidden here. They were a little flustered for a time.

Standing under the Wutong tree, there was an indifferent smile on the dustless face of the river. When he first saw the two men, he had already seen some doorways.

That fat man looks fat. In fact, his whole body is full of muscles and meat. He can cook a pot of authentic stew, which itself shows that it is not simple.

When eating a large plate of chicken, Jiang Wuchen once said that it is difficult for people who are not from that side of the soil to make that authentic taste.

Especially the flavor with regional characteristics.

Therefore, Jiang Wuchen concluded that the fat man came from the capital. From his fist and his majestic strength, it is certain that he has some relationship with the Luo family in the capital.

At the corner of the street, fifty or sixty young motorcyclists rushed over.

"Old scissors, ha ha, don't you do it yet?" the fat man said with a smile, slammed his fist, burst out his internal strength, and directly turned over the two young people with a bang.

With hesitation on his face, the thin old man said, "I... I won't, I won't do anything." then he ran into the barber's shop.

"Fight with them." Xiao Hong and Ah Mui looked at each other, picked up a baseball bat and a mountain knife from the ground and rushed up. When they picked up weapons, the two seemingly weak women suddenly seemed to be a different person, with strong internal strength flashing on their bodies. With the release of weapons, they immediately beat down several young people who rushed forward.

A lively war began, and more than 60 young people with weapons fought around four masters hiding here.

Several young people rushed into the barber shop. Others took out some gasoline and poured it at the door to start a fire.

At this moment, two throwing knives suddenly flew out of it.

Pooh, Pooh.

The flying knife shot the two men to the ground. In the barber's shop, the thin old man rushed out with two machetes shaped like scissors in his hands. "I swear I won't use the knife in my life. You forced me, forced me!!" he rushed into the crowd, turned his body, took up the knife and fell down, and instantly cut down several young people around him on the ground.

Under Wutong copycat, Matsushima Norika was so excited that he could master her mouth with incredible excitement. Suddenly, she saw a familiar picture in her mind. It was a movie from Stephen Chow, Kung Fu, and three big hands in the cage cage.

The scene in front of her shocked her. The pair of fat men with swollen fists could fly one person with one punch, and the old Uighur man with a bamboo pole could fly one person with one stick.

The two women, with their swords in their hands, were like chopping melons and vegetables... They cut the young people's limbs.

With a smile on his face, Jiang Wuchen said, "it's worth the trip. The big plate of chicken is worth eating. I'll say crouching tigers, hidden dragons in the old street."

Thick eyebrow is silly. He is holding a mountain knife in his hand, but he doesn't know how to do it. He is as numb as a chicken.

Sixty or seventy young motorcyclists stood less and less, and more and more fell down. The whole old street was full of smoke. In the distance, residents on the old street came out to watch. There was a touch of hope and joy in their originally desperate eyes.