Return of the Soldier King

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The Hongwei Wuguan has been opened in Shanghai for nearly ten years.

Hong Tiexin went to Huhai to make a living, and now he is the owner of a museum. He has also kicked the Hongquan Pavilion with a radius of five hundred miles in Shanghai and Shanghai. He prides himself as the master of Hongquan.

Today, Wulin in Shanghai is also a well-known figure. In the past few years, the business of the martial arts museum was not easy to do, but in recent years, the number of people learning martial arts has gradually increased, and the business of the Hongwei martial arts museum is also booming.

Hong Tiexin, who is already fifty-two years old, is still ambitious at this time. He is thinking about it. Taking the opportunity of the martial arts competition, he is preparing to add some titles to himself, such as a member of the Executive Committee of the Shanghai Haishu National Sports Federation This title.

"boom!"

Hong Tiexin was drinking kung fu tea in the martial arts hall, thinking about which small martial arts halls would be annexed, and gave the Hongwei martial arts hall a few more places for competition. At this time, the gate of the martial arts hall was knocked open from the outside. Panic rushed in.

Hong Tie was so angry that he was about to scold these disciples for not understanding the rules, but suddenly he saw that the martial arts uniform on the upper stage of Zhou Deng, the leader of the master, had become a strip of cloth, which was really shameful, and his face was also full of shame. The color is clearly humiliated.

Zhou Dengtai has always been stable and unscathed. Why is it so abnormal today that Hong Tiexin cut his head and stared at Zhou Dengtai and said, "What is going on stage? I'm not asking you to do things and get the Swallow Gate? How do you do? Come back so soon! What's wrong with your body and how your clothes are rotten? And what about your four younger brothers, what's going on with your hands? How broken? Come up and show me! "

When Hong Tiexin scolded Zhou for taking the stage, he saw his four apprentices sweating. He glanced at him and found that his hand was actually broken. He was immediately taken aback.

"Master, my hands are wasted!"

Huang Mao spoke with a crying voice, and took a step forward.

"Come and show me!"

Hong Tiexin waved his hand, let Huang Mao walk to his side, and carefully checked his injury.

People who practice martial arts must bump into each other. The so-called chronic illness becomes a doctor. Hong Tiexin is not only familiar with medical skills, especially in traumatic injuries such as bruises and fractures. He is also famous in the vicinity.

Therefore, Huang Mao's hands were injured. Zhou Dengtai's first thought was not to go to the hospital, but to come back to find a master.

Hong Tiexin checked Huang Mao ’s injury, and his face changed suddenly, and he turned white: "The person who started, the skill is so good, the heart is cruel, he actually crushed your wrist bones! Your hands have been scrapped. It is impossible to practice martial arts in this life! Now go to the hospital and go one step late, let alone practice martial arts, or even live a normal life. "

Huang Mao was terrified. Hong Tiexin arranged for two disciples to accompany Huang Mao to the hospital. Then he turned to Zhou Dengtai ’s first disciple and said, “I ’m not asking you to get the Swallow Gate. Are you on the road again? That ’s how it was taught. Which martial arts boxer and curator of that man told me that I ’ll help you out. It ’s really impatient for people who dare to move me to Hongwei Martial Art Museum! ”

"Master, we are just going to get the Swallow Gate. There is nothing wrong with it. Seeing that things are about to be done, suddenly a master comes out to help Swallow Gate. We are not opponents!"

Zhou Dengtai repeatedly called Qu.

"Master of the Swallow Gate? Is it someone from Hebei? Impossible, no matter where the warrior comes from, they are all proud and arrogant. It is absolutely impossible to be in the same position as the thief of the Swallow Gate. I ask you, how old is that person, Did you poke your feet? "

Hong Tiexin's eyebrows were unbelievable. The plan to annex Swallow Gate was drafted by him because the Swallow Gate was weak enough.

Hong Tiexin thought he had swallowed the Swallow Gate and got a big contest. The quota for the competition was ten wins and nine wins, which was also a good start.

Now red is red, but it is a pity that the beaten head is covered with blood, can it not be red?

"It's not poke feet, but eagle claw skills. That kid is at most twenty years old today."

Zhou Dengtai said.

"Come on stage, come here." Hong Tiexin waved at Zhou Dengtai.

Zhou Dengtai froze for a moment, and walked obediently to the master's side. He just stood still. Hong Tiexin suddenly raised his foot, kicked him on his abdomen, kicked it out, and knelt on the ground, with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. come out.

"Master ... what are you doing? Why do you want to beat your brother?"

The apprentices behind Zhou Dengtai were all stunned and startled.

"Go on stage, do you know why I want to hit you?"

Hong Tiexin looked at the apprentices coldly.

"The apprentice does not know."

Zhou Dengtai knelt on the ground and dared not move at all, showing that Hong Tiexin was very powerful in his heart.

"I beat you. It's because you lost your face in the Hongwei Martial Arts Hall! A boy who was just twenty years old and had no way to go. You can't win. You took the students and flee back in a hurry. You fist for so many years, Have you practiced on the dog? "

Hong Tiexin scolded loudly.

"master..."

Zhou Dengtai wanted to explain, but he also knew that Hong Tiexin was so hot-tempered that he couldn't rebelliously, so he dared not speak again.

"Master, you blamed the older brother. The young man's eagle claws are fascinating, and the older brother is really not his opponent!"

Zhou Dengtai didn't dare to explain, but some of his little teachers didn't have any concerns. Because, first, they had a relatively short time of worship in the teacher ’s gate, and they did n’t quite understand Hong Tiexin ’s temper. Second, because they were all children of the rich family, they spent money to worship Hong Tiexin as a teacher. Zhou Dengtai was an orphan. He grew up practicing martial arts with Hong Tiexin, and his status was naturally different.

"Oh, is there such a thing? Are you sure he used Eagle Claw?"

Hong Tie raised his eyebrows. He kicked Zhou Dengtai. The anger in his heart had dissipated for the most part. Looking at the expressions of a group of apprentices, it was not a hypocrisy. He secretly murmured.

"It's true, but he kept saying that he wasn't a member of Eagle Claw National Art Museum and he didn't know Eagle King Liu Chi."

Zhou Dengtai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said.

"Huh, he said he wouldn't know if he didn't know? The entire Shanghai Sea will be able to fight the eagle claw skills, and it can still win you, can it be an unknown person? This kid must be a disciple of Liu Qi. Prepare for you , Everyone went with me to the Eagle Claw National Art Museum and asked Liu Qian to seek justice! "

Hong Tiexin sneered again and again.

"Yes, Master!"

The dozens of people who were present at the Hongwei Martial Art Museum all responded, and got into the van at the door, and drove in the direction of the Eagle Claw National Art Museum.

Ye Fei did not know the eagle-claw skills he had revealed in the martial arts hall of Yanzimen. He provoked a fight between the two martial arts halls. He was helping Li Bin, who was injured, to the house to check his injury.

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