Romance of Dragons and Snakes

The woman in purple dress has a very ordinary face, a ponytail with her hair tied up, and there is no glory in her eyes. She casually holds a fashion magazine and sits quietly on a chair in the lounge of the airport. The humble one.

There are too many people at the Charles de Gaulle Airport in France. The passenger flow like this is not known every day. Ten thousand and tens of thousands of people, and this woman ’s vision has no slight attack, so even masters such as Yan Yuanyi, Wu Yunlong, Liu Mubai did n’t even notice that Observed and watched.

Watching Yan Yuanyi talk freely about Wang Chao's situation, the situation of the Wang Chao gradually disappeared. Until the back disappeared in the crowd, the woman in purple clothes withdrew her gaze and did not get up. Instead, he randomly looked at the fashion magazine in his hand, and finally turned his eyes to a gossip news.

"The Chanel female director finally finalized the top cosmetics order with the British royal family. Recently, a series of kidnappings that troubled the female director have been kidnapped. The rumors of the shooting also seem to have no effect on her."

This news is very common. The above simply shows the half-length picture of Zhang Tong, a female director. Zhang Tong in the magazine is beautiful and mature in both temperament and appearance.

"Zhang Tong, Zhang Tong, you have the foresight. At that time, I could see clearly my younger brother's potential and told him to owe you a favor. There is not much vision for such a person."

After playing the magazine on the bomber, the woman in purple whispered to herself, and there was a smile on her face that was difficult for anyone to understand. "But the younger man's pen is getting bigger and bigger, beheading the Situ family, and contacting the big circle , Now even using the GOD assassination group as a springboard to directly shuffle the power of the entire Chinese world. Okay, okay. Let ’s wipe out all the enemies, and hope that after this time, it will be clean, at least in our At the wedding, there will be no more troublemakers. "

Then she left the magazine on the table and she stood up.

She is naturally Tang Zichen, the supreme leader of the whole Tangmen.

Only the general psychological control ability of the Tang Zichen god, the implicit jīng god, can hide his gaze and will not be sensed by the masters of the Baodan level.

"The" God "of GOD seems to have been fighting for the first time, but I always wanted to see the type of" planting the fire in the fire "again, and see the true face of you who claim to be" God ". Unfortunately, if it is When I came back to China, I did n’t meet my little brother by accident, and I did n’t rise up to teach him martial arts. In this world, perhaps the strongest person is you. It ’s a pity that after you meet my little brother, you will know that you and Not God. In this world, what can surpass my younger brother will not be in the past and will not be in the future. "

After a sigh, Tang Zichen stepped into the endless stream of people.

"Life is really wonderful. Who knows, the teenager I met on a whim can actually shield me from the wind and rain, shuffle the whole world for me, and become the destination of my life. Such changes may be my own Didn't expect it. "

Tang Zichen had just merged into the crowd, a thunder suddenly came from the deep sky, and then the torrential rain poured down, and the entire France seemed to be submerged in the sea of ​​rain.

Wow la la, la la la ............ The rainstorm struck violently outside, as if to destroy the whole world.

"Why is it raining so much this morning? It's hard to drive a car. The visibility is so low, and it seems to see this momentum. It's hard to stop until the rain is noon."

Zhang Tong drove a car through the streets of Paris under heavy rain. After entering the Chinese influence in Chinatown, he stopped in front of a building that looked like a gymnasium.

This stadium-style building has a bright gold signboard "Wudang Sword Art Dojo".

Needless to say, this is similar to Taekwondo, a karate dojo style swordsmanship museum built by Zhang Tong.

"It's almost summer, and the weather changes are normal. The storms in Indonesia are more serious, and the slightly larger one is accompanied by the tsunami, and the power of the sky and the earth is cracking. Everyone sees it and feels small."

Wang Chao had seen more storms and rain. When he was in Nanyang, he often practiced punching on the beach when the tsunami came. The wind and rain like this is just drizzle.

"Okay, let's go into the dojo. Today, those Chinese clubs will bring jīng Rui to meet here. They have already come, and it seems that it is not very good to let them wait for a long time." Xia Yu twitched his mouth and pointed. Refers to all kinds of cars parked in the parking lot.

It turned out that Wang Chao and the old Chinese clubs were about to get together yesterday. Today, they brought all the jīng sharps together and gathered in this Wudang swordsmanship dojo. By the way, let them choose members and discuss a series of things.

Wang Chao nodded and walked into the sword dojo.

The entire swordsmanship dojo is not very wide, about 300 square meters, the ground is hardwood floor, polished rough and not smooth, but take off the shoes barefoot, but clearly feel the wooden texture feels comfortable to wear in the heart of the footboard.

Dojo zhōngyāng is a black-and-white tai chi picture. There is a wooden shelf next to the wall next to the wall. On the shelf are placed a mouthful of pure steel swords. The two sides are open. Wang Chao is also an expert in swords. I can see at a glance that these pure steel swords are murderous and bloody, and extremely sharp. They are definitely not the iron skins used by ordinary martial arts performances, nor are they other books. Bamboo sword used for training in the Kendo Museum.

Tai Chi maps, weapon racks, and many pictures of sword moves hanging on the walls have been drawn on the meridian points of the human body. The style of the entire swordsman dojo is filled with a very thick breath.

Outside is the metropolis of Paris, a foreign country. But as soon as I entered this swordsmanship hall, it seemed that I was in the view of the avenue in ancient China.

But at this time Wang Chao did not have time to appreciate these, because there are many people sitting cross-legged on the floor of this dojo.

There are no chairs in the dojo and they can only sit on the ground. The wooden floor is also very clean. Everyone should take off their shoes and socks when they come in. Wash the feet.

A large part of the people present were the bosses of Wang Chao who met yesterday, and a part of them, all of them were full of spirits, sitting still and calm. Obviously, this is some of the "jīng sharp" corners of the French Chinese community.

Any Chinese society must be alive and well abroad, and cannot be killed. The lack of violent means is absolutely impossible. And among the violent gangs that were killed, there was no one who could shake the scene, and the best one who could fight was not good.

Top hitters similar to the "Double Flower Red Stick" in Hongmen are available in any society. This group of people may not be the boss or the leader of the community, but it is undoubtedly the most powerful and the most murderous.

"Mr. Wang, although this meeting was initiated by you. But today you let so many of us wait, so the show is too big."

When Wang Chao came in, a young man sitting cross-legged on the ground with his arms in his arms suddenly stood up.

The young man was carrying a two-foot-long green cloth bag, very wide and heavy. Obviously Brie is a metal.

He stood up fiercely and cooperated to speak, and Wang Chao felt a sturdy and extremely breath toward his fierce oppression!

"Oh?" Facing this young man, he suddenly stood up and showed his might. Wang Chao was the loudest: "You have a knife in your arms? You can do it."

Wang Chao spoke directly and asked nothing.

Although he is well-known and able to withstand, some of the people present today are first-class gold medalists of the "Double Flower Red Stick". They are usually bullish and coquettish, crab-shaped characters walking sideways. Asking them to organize into a group and listening to his arrangement, most of them were still not convinced.

No, as soon as Wang Chao came in, someone immediately provoked it.

Wang Chao also thinks this is normal. It is necessary to organize a group of crab-shaped characters walking sideways. It is not normal without provocation.

"Huaqing Gang, Xue Xue, your reputation is greater than mine, but if you want me to listen to you, you still have to show your hand."

Between the words, the young man of the Huaqing gang shook his baggage, and a knife on the holster was revealed, and then the holster was pumped, wow! A wide knife that kills pig bones has been held in his hand.

This knife is really a pig-killing knife. It looks heavy and heavy. The sharp edge of the blade seems to be freshly ground.

"The Huaqing gang's cutting-edge skills are first-rate. They are made by chefs, killing pigs and sheep, slaughtering cattle and horses. It's a bit of work, come, let me see. "

Wang Chao looked at it and said casually.

Between his speeches, the young man didn't answer, and his toes moved forward. He grabbed a foot a distance. He grabbed the ground five or six times in a flash and then came to Wang Chao. He stabbed in the past.

Wang Chao frowned ~ www.readwn.com ~ just one finger, directly hit the knife body, hum! It seemed like Hong Zhongda Lu, this young man stood as if the knife had been drawn by an iron rod, violently shaken, holding the knife unstable, and fell to the ground at once.

Everyone present was shocked.

"Such effort, I am afraid that it is difficult to organize and fight against the GOD assassination group." Wang Chao's ear moved between words. Ignored the young man, but looked at the door.

Outside the eaves at the door, there was still heavy rain pouring, but vaguely a person wearing a hat was approaching.

The person wearing Dai Li walked from the rain to the eaves without dripping water. Without looking up, everyone could see his face clearly.

"Who is he? There is someone at the gate, how can I let this person in?" Hearing footsteps, the Chinese gangsters who had been sitting in the dojo and the gold medalists all cast their gazes. A big brother asked.

"I'm here to kick the pavilion." Dai Doujia's head was still lowered, but only a voice that washed people's hearts. "In addition to kicking the pavilion, I came to kill people today."

"This rain is raining very well. Killing people, I can just leave without leaving a trace."