Ma Sanhe's disciples of the Bagua Sect were all indignant. The former gritted his teeth and said, "My junior sister has already made a marriage with others. Don't be in trouble if you have nothing to do!"

Hua Shier glanced at Ma San: "Then someone must come first and then come!"

"My twelve is earlier than those who are married with their fingers. Besides, I didn't say that I must break up the marriage of Miss Gong. I just asked my old man, is this thing worthless? If I don't count it, I will turn around.

Let’s go, why is an answer so difficult?”

In fact, the old man of the Hua family said that it was a squeezing Gong Baosen.

Hua Shier said it in front of so many people, and even squeezed Gong Baosen into the corner. The old master has never been so depressed in his life. He took a deep breath and slowly uttered a word:

"Calculate!"

"Master!"

"Old man!"

The disciples of the Bagua Sect and the Gong family were all excited and looked sad and angry.

Gong Baosen waved his hand: "A person cannot stand without trust. How can the words I have said do not count!"

Hua Shier climbed up the sled and immediately bowed with a smile: "Then I'm going to change my name. My son-in-law has met Lord Taishan!"

Gong Baosen's lips shook, and he sighed for a while: "You and your father... are really similar!"

Hua Shier felt that this sentence was definitely a swearing person.

"Ruomei will also arrive in Foshan tomorrow. You will come to Jinlou again. I will introduce you to you. As for the marriage in Peking, I will tell her, just forget it..."

After Gong Baosen said this, he seemed to have grown ten years old in an instant, and the spirit of the original generation of masters became much weaker:

"I'm tired, go back and rest first. Ma San, entertain the guests for me and accompany you all the masters!"

After saying that, Gong Baosen bowed to the person sitting, and then slowly walked down the stairs while everyone stood up and returned the gift. He ignored Hua Shi Er's words. Obviously, although he had accepted the debt of that year.

, but he was reluctant.

As soon as Gong Baosen left, Ma San's face became gloomy. He glared at Hua Shier fiercely, then clasped his fists at the southern boxers and said:

"Everyone, the old man asked me to accompany you. We who practice martial arts gather together, so we will make friends with each other. Ma San is not talented. I am willing to throw bricks and attract jade. Which master will come up and work together!"

The Southern Boxer had long seen that Ma San was like a knife that had just been sharpened and showed its sharpness. He thought it was young and energetic, but he didn't expect that as soon as Mr. Gong left, he immediately spoke up to challenge and showed his sharpness.

"I'll come here, let's learn about Brother Ma's skills!"

A boxer who is not tall but looks short and concise, stood up and bowed to Ma San.

Hua Shier originally wanted to leave, but when Gong Ruomei came tomorrow, he would come to Jinlou to meet again. But when he saw that he was about to start fighting, he immediately became interested in eating melons. He took out a cigarette, lit it and stood aside to watch the fun.

.

Ma Sanchao Zhang Abing hooked his fingers, and Shen Qing said arrogantly: "Come on!"

Zhang Abing stepped forward with one arrow, and used a move from Cai Lifo's little plum blossom fist, called whip pounding.

Seeing that Zhang Abing's steps were like an arrow, his fists were like a drop of hammers, and he was about to applaud, but Ma San moved at this time.

Ma San stepped into the central palace and rushed straight into it. He made a Xingyi chopping fist and then came first, and directly slashed Zhang Abing's chest.

The method of chopping fist is like pushing a mountain, and the method of fighting is like a wheel axe. Zhang Abing is like being hit by a big axe in the hand of the horse riding general on the ancient battlefield. His feet are off the ground, and his whole person flew backwards, and with a bang, he hits the ball

The fence on the third floor was broken and fell directly from the third floor of the Jinlou to the second floor slab.

All the Southern Boxers stood up. Ma San is not a fight, but a desperate move.

A boxer who looked more prestigious shouted to the disciple behind him, "Send Master Zhang to see the doctor!" Two young men immediately ran away.

The boxer turned around and looked at Ma San, shouting sternly: "Ma San, do you really think that there is no one in the Southern martial arts world?"

Ma San dusted the dust that never appeared on his clothes and looked arrogant: "Just relying on this skill, I deserve to work with the old man? Just be more careful, come together!"

"Beat him!"

I don’t know which Southern boxer shouted, and the others rushed forward, and it was obvious that Ma San had already infuriated the public.

Hua Shier was smoking a cigarette, but he could see clearly in his eyes that Ma San used chop, drill, collapse, cannon, horizontal, Xingyi Five Elements Fist, which is the most basic thing.

The second shape and other things are useless at all. Obviously, the gap between the two sides is too big, and these people can't force him to get real skills.

Sure enough, Ma San almost played one move with one move, and used the boxing characteristics of Xingyiquan to the extreme. With a crackling sound, these people flew back as they rushed up.

One of them was flew by Ma San with a horizontal fist and flew towards Hua Shier without knowing whether it was intentional or not.

Hua Shier was afraid of splashing blood, so he quickly moved a little away.

A cold light flashed in Ma San's eyes and he shouted, "This master is good at kung fu, take another punch!"

No one expected that Ma San, who had never moved his position since the group fight, would catch up and hit him with a powerful force.

The collapsed fist is like an arrow, but for some reason, the arrow shot by Ma San trembled slightly, and the attack landing point seemed to be in the boxer, but it also included Hua Shier's position.

It was soon after that, and this punch finally showed its ultimate goal, but Hua Shier undoubtedly had it.

Hua Shier also knew that the other party wanted to take this opportunity to kill him with one punch. After that, he said that his feet were unstable when exerting force, or he could find an excuse to solve the problem for Gong Baosen and Gong Er.

A big trouble.

And what Ma San did will definitely be forgiven by his master.

‘Bao’

Like the sound of thunder echoing throughout the Golden Tower, even the people on the first floor looked up at the third floor.

Looking at Ma San again, he took several steps back. A piece of flesh and blood had been torn off by a bullet with his right leg.

Hua Shier blew the barrel of m500 in his hand: "I want to take the opportunity to kill me? This time, for my father-in-law and Ruomei, I will save your life and only wipe your flesh and blood off. I will give you a discount next time

One leg, I will blow your head next time and gain a better memory!"

"Xingyiquan Ma San?"

Hua Shier sneered disdainfully: "What a fucking era, do you want to kill someone with a punch? Show-hidou!"

As soon as these words were said, the boxers around him were not good-looking, but Hua Shier ignored this and walked downstairs with a gun. No one dared to stop him.

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Twenty minutes ago, just when Hua Shier called Gong Baosen, outside a tavern about 500 steps away from Jinlou, Ding Lianshan, who was standing against the wall, looked at the direction of Jinlou with a bad look on his face.

Scolding in a low voice:

"It's over. The snake soup for decades must be ruined. Baosen also wants to be ruined. The little bastard is really cruel. He is a beating with his father. If you say that one day doesn't work, you have to pick this day. This matter is a matter.

It shook out, but the yellow mud fell off the crotch. It was either shit or shit."

Ding Lianshan was lit with acupuncture, but there was no restriction above his neck, so his speech was not affected and his head was turned back and forth was not hindered.

After scolding, he felt as if he had seen something in his left eye. When he turned his head, he saw a man staring at him with a smile.

The man had a small nose and eyes, and looked like a beggar. Not only did he wear a torn dress, his trouser legs were cracked seven or eight. The largest one was cracked up until his crotch. If he walked bigger, he might look at it.

To the mosaic.

Seeing Ding Lianshan look over, the man grinned and greeted in Northeast dialect: "Uncle, you heard that your accent is our Northeast fellow villager!"

Ding Lianshan was feeling upset and said angrily: "You open your eyes and talk first."

The man was not angry either. He took two steps back and said with a smile: "I've already stared at the biggest, can't you see such a big eyeball?"

After he said this, Ding Lianshan made him laugh: "It's really Northeast. What's your name? Why did you come to Foshan?"

The man smiled bitterly and said, "My name is Sanjiangshui. Isn't there no food in the northeast? I robbed the Japanese devils? It's just an old lady in Japan. I robbed them of money and spent it. I didn't know when I robbed them. Look at her.

He struggled and punched her twice, but later he heard that it seemed like Taijun's mother..."

"Now the three eastern provinces have arrested me. Fortunately, I ran to the south. If I were caught in the northeast, I would definitely be in trouble!"

At first, Ding Lianshan heard that this little fellow named Sanjiangshui stole a Japanese devil, and his eyes lit up. Later, he heard that it was an old lady and spat in contempt:

"Bah, I have the affair to steal a Japanese soldier. I admire you too, old man. What's the ability to steal an old lady!"

Sanjiangshui suddenly smiled: "Uncle, I see that your eyes are good, like my mother's one, kind, and it makes people feel close to you. You see, you admire me two oceans from my fellow villager and let me have a meal too

Just have a full meal.”

Ding Lianshan is an old man. When he saw the other person's expression, he felt something was wrong and said in a deep voice:

"I have money, you can do this, do me a favor, go to the Jinlou over there to help me pass on a message. I have seven or eight oceans in my pocket to give you. What do you think?"

Sanjiangshui looked at the Jinlou over there and smiled brighter: "It's not far away, why don't you go by yourself? Hey, can't you move?"

Ding Lianshan felt nervous and said nothing, "What nonsense is it? It's not convenient for me to bask in the sun. You can go and pass me a message. It's a great thing to take the money and leave!"

Sanjiangshui showed a wicked smile on his face: "Don't pull it anymore. I've been observing you there for a long time. You can't move any other place except your neck can move!"

He spoke and stepped forward tentatively. Old man Ding hurriedly said, "What do you want to do? I've called it..."

Halfway through his words, he shut up unwillingly because Sanjiangshui took out a dagger, blocked the outside view with his body, and then pressed against Ding Lianshan:

"Didn't you ask me to do something? There is an alley there. I will help you and let me go in and talk slowly!"

Ding Lianshan looked reluctant and discussed, "What are you doing if you say something in one sentence?"

The Sanjiang River doesn’t care which one, and then walks with Ding Lianshan.
To be continued...