The madman looked cold and had a ferocious face. He raised his hand and pointed at Zhang Moqian's nose arrogantly, "I want to duel with you."

The regular nightclubs who were watching the show may have heard of such a person around Godfather Zhao Dongqiang. He was decisive in killing, cruel in means, and his hands were covered in blood. He once defeated nine people in a row in the underground Black Fist. He was Lu Feng, a cruel guy who was known as a madman.

"Cao, are you worthy of duel with our Master Zhang?" Wang hypocritically pointed at the madman and bounced the cigarette butt in his hand. The madman did not dodge and let the cigarette butt fall on his head.

"Then let's play with you first!" The madman narrowed his eyes. If people who had been to Fujian, they would know that the madman spoke with a Fujian accent. He was from Fuzhou. When he was one year old, his mother left behind their father and son and ran away with other men. When he was a child, his father was busy with work and could not take care of him, so he sent him to a famous local martial arts hall. Therefore, he practiced martial arts at a very young age and had a foundation, especially with Wing Chun boxing, and had great achievements. When he was fifteen years old, his father passed away. He heard that drug trafficking and cigarette smuggling in southern Yunnan were the most profitable, so he came to this generation alone to make trouble. He was inadvertently valued by his godfather Zhao Dongqiang and has been following him until now.

It is precisely because of this good skill that he can quickly get on the throne and become a ruthless man under Zhao Dongqiang.

Wang Xuhyun and the madman soon fought together. The madman's Wing Chun's fist was amazing, and the fat man felt awesome. He thought that this madman could win nine battles in the black boxing ring, which was indeed not to be underestimated.

The fat man knew that Wing Chun was good at close combat. If the madman was allowed to get close, he might not be able to keep his life here today.

"The mantis comes out of the hole." The fat man suddenly flashed to the madman. The seven-star mantis fist requires speed and strength. Speed. Although he is fat, his speed is not slow. As for strength, he has been practicing after killing pigs for so many years.

The big fist of a sandbag hit the madman's face. A cold light flashed in the madman's eyes, and he sneered. The willow leaf palm turned into a phoenix-eye fist, and he hit it in close proximity, slightly aimed at the fat man's wrist, and shuttled like a poisonous snake.

Wing Chun fist has the advantage of short distances, but the speed of his punching is also extremely important. The madman's punching speed is very fast. Although the speed on his feet is not as perverted as the fat man, the speed of his punching speed on his hands is unambiguous.

Shrinking hands, pulling hands, sticky and hitting, three-character horse, chasing horse, dodging body, close body and tight hitting, agile movements, fast, hard and soft.

Pressure! Heavy pressure!

The fat man felt a suffocating and refusing pressure.

Damn it, I underestimated the enemy!

"It's over, you're ready to die." The lukewarm light kept flashing in the madman's eyes. It was like a solid cold light, which was not difficult to resist. Before, the fat man smashed the wine bottle by the fat man, which angered him. Later, the fat man kept insulting him, and he had already had the intention of killing him.

"You uncle, see who can play with whom." The fat man's eyes sterned, his body moved, and he could only hear the whistle and whistle and whistle, his two fists had already rushed towards the madman, with his momentum as if he was towering mountains, which made the madman unable to breathe.

"What kind of boxing method is this?" The madman was shocked and his body retreated repeatedly.

The fat man's boxing style has changed a lot compared to just now, and the madman is at least clear about this. However, the madman feels that the boxing technique used by the fat man is very vague and has seen it at all, but he still can't see it within one or two moves.

It is said that you know yourself and your enemy and you will win every battle, but you don’t know how to defeat this kind of boxing method?

Zhang Moqian narrowed his eyes and said, "Fatty, I finally used my unique skills."

Fatty’s kung fu was taught by his own glaucoma cataract father. When Zhang Moqian was a child, he heard from Fatty’s father that chopping and hanging fist was the unique skill of their Wang family.

Yes! It’s just a chopping fist!

The sliver boxing is an ancient boxing type, with a history of at least seven or eight hundred years, which is longer than Tai Chi and Bagua. At the same time, it is also an extremely powerful ancient boxing, a famous ancient boxing technique in China. It uses big chops, big openings, big closings, flying up and down, fast and fierce, rolling and pounced, and slivering, and smashing. It is the most suitable for fat man to practice sliver boxing.

Although the pike boxing is widely circulated in China, most of the pike boxing that is circulated omits the essence, just some simple routines, which have the function of strengthening the body, but it has no power when fighting with people. The fat man's pike boxing inherits the true essence of the ancient pike boxing technique.

It is as powerful as a tiger or as a dragon.

"The Climbing Fist is indeed powerful." The madman shouted coldly. He deserved to be from the famous martial arts school in Fuzhou. After ten moves, he could see the fat man's boxing technique.

"Boy, you have a lot of eyesight." The fat man looked shocked, but his body did not stop at all. He was as clever as a monkey and as soft as flowing water.

The fist wind whistled and the ghosts flashed.

The fat man's fist style changed again. He abandoned the extremely exquisite combination of movement and stillness just now, and used his arms to cooperate with the movements on his feet to press the madman.

"It's a pity that you're still too young!" The madman wiped his buzz cut, "I admit that in a few years, I'll be no match for you, but now... you can't do it!"

He is telling the truth. Fatty is only twenty-two years old, and he is already thirty years old, with rich combat experience and profound background. Although this fat man uses the chop fist, he is not his opponent, at least, not at the moment.

He smiled viciously for a few times, the madman's figure flashed, his fists roared, and collided with the fat man's fists.

In an instant, the two of them retreated at the same time. The fat man took five steps back and the madman took four steps back.

The right judgment is right!

The guests who were watching the fun were already excited. This was equivalent to a wonderful black boxing game. The black boxing champion Lu Feng, who once dominated the Queensland black boxing ring, was hypocritical to the new star king in the Ao City.

"Lu Feng is worthy of the Black Fist King who won nine battles and nine victories. His power is still as good as that of the past, and he is amazing!"

"This fat man is not bad either... It's rare to be able to hold on with Lu Feng for such a long time! There are so many in Kunming City."

"I saw the golden sunshine hanging, and the madman was already annoyed. He would definitely make the place upside down. Let's leave to avoid being hurt by accident..."

Everyone was talking.

The madman's eyes flashed. The strength of this fat man should not be underestimated. He practiced with a slashing fist to the highest level. Although he had the upper hand, if he had the life with him, he would have to pay a heavy price.

Thinking of this, weighing the pros and cons, the madman suddenly pointed at Zhang Moqian sitting on the sofa and laughed, "Who the hell gave birth to such a coward, I thought it was a cruel guy. What's the matter if a subordinate had duel with me? You should come on yourself if you are a man. Today I will put my words here, ask you to kneel down and apologize to me, and ask Miss Lan beside you to sleep with me for one night."

Hearing this sentence, Zhang Moqian showed a strange smile on his lips, but it made most people feel the cold that penetrated into the bones behind the smile.

"Are you afraid?" Zhang Moqian grabbed Lan Xixi's little hand.

"Not afraid." Lan Xixi shook her head and said affirmatively.

Everyone has their own bottom line of being a human being. Even if a murderer who commits all kinds of evil and commits heinous crimes, there will be such a clean and pure place deep in his heart that no one can touch it. As long as he infringes on him, he will defend his life without hesitation.

Zhang Moqian would not allow anyone to insult his mother who loves him and loves him. As long as anyone insults his mother, he will fight to the death with the other party without hesitation. The woman who lies in the coffin five years ago is a woman who deserves pride and is the best mother in the world. She was very banditry when she was a child and often caused trouble. After four years of military sedimentation, she taught him how to endure. A man is a real man, especially a man who is poor and has no money but has no power but has to survive in this fucking society. Tolerance is necessary.

However, at this time, Zhang Moqian's logic was very simple. My mother did not allow anyone to insult him when she was alive, and she would not allow anyone to insult him after she died. There is a saying in the south of Yunnan that the beauty of Bai people is not as beautiful as the Jianshui men. What they mean is that the most beautiful women in southern Yunnan are the Bai girls on the shore of Erhai Lake at the foot of Cangshan Mountain, and the most fierce men are the Jianshui men born by the collision of the ground and the Central Plains culture.

Zhang Moqian felt that he was tolerating at this time, so he was not a Jianshui man with a hand.
Chapter completed!