Five days later, in front of Xiangying Martial Arts Hall.

Chen Jiu, who had not played the plot for six chapters, finally returned to his most familiar rhythm.

"Zuo Fengtu, Chen Jiu, come and kick the restaurant."

No one responded.

Chen Jiu frowned and slapped the door knocker again.

After a while,

The door opened a gap, and a head with gray and sparse hair was protruded, with bloated bags and wrinkled eyes, and almost lost teeth. It seemed that the whole village would be held as soon as the autumn wind blew.

"You're going to fight?"

Chen Jiu frowned even more.

"Don't fight, don't fight," the old man opened his mouth, his mouth full of old man, "Our museum owner...he admits defeat."

To admit defeat at the last stage and not to enter the competition is the most embarrassing and most depressing thing in the martial arts industry. Martial arts with a shallow foundation will never be able to gain a foothold in Tianjin anymore.

"OK."

Chen Jiu looked at the signboard of Xiang Yingwu Hall, pulled the corner of his mouth, and didn't bother to say a word, so he turned his head and left.

Next, Hongsheng Pavilion.

"Take aside?"

Chen Jiu lowered his head and looked at the little girl in front of him with her buns combed in her face, and her face became a little wonderful.

"Yes, Uncle Uh, you said you are too fierce and can't be beaten."

The little girl licked the candy man, speechless and innocent.

Chen Jiu was silent for a few seconds, exhaled a breath of depression, and carried the knife to the next martial arts hall.

——Jiangjiaguan.

The level of the master of the Tianjin Martial Arts Hall can be divided into three levels. The first level is Huo Dianyu, one person and one mountain. He has never failed in ten years, and is the greatest decency of the Martial Arts;

The second level is two or three companies represented by Renzongguan Yunwang, with rich experience and outstanding achievements;

The last step down is Yushan, Xiangying, and Hongsheng, the owners of the restaurant, are soft persimmons, which are easy to grasp. Once you hold them, they are full of juice, leaving only soft and soft peels.

But as a place to fight for life, the ring is in addition to its true level, the state, rhythm, weapons, and even fortune of both sides will have a considerable impact. There is no absolute hard indicator, and the data on paper cannot explain anything. Even Chen Jiu has faced a negative situation and played a similar game with Hao Cheng in Yushan Pavilion.

Therefore, the owners of Xiangying and Hongsheng families surrendered without fighting, and even sent young and old to avoid the war, which was the most despicable, and they would probably become a laughing stock in the entire Tianjin in the afternoon.

The Jiang family's owner is in the third level, but he is the leader in the third level. He has a strong temperament. He challenged Yun Wang in public two years ago. Although he was eventually defeated by the double swords of Sun and Moon, he also gained the reputation of being brave enough to fight and kill, and never fearing war.

I guess this person won't be timid.

"Mr. Chen, my father went to Fengtian to do business and has not returned home yet. I would like to say sorry for him."

In the lobby of the Jiang Family Martial Arts Hall, a young man of similar age as a wine spoke.

"So, you admit defeat."

Chen Jiu rubbed the handle of the knife, his eyebrows and eyes lowered.

"Mr. Chen misunderstood."

Young man laughed,

"My father really has not returned from home, but the Jiang family is not like those brave guys who have no courage. I will take this for my father."

"You answer?"

Chen Jiu finally looked at the young man in front of his eyes.

"This is a kicking house. If you lose, you may die. Can you take it?"

"After Jiang Hezhi, he learned boxing at the age of five, touched the knife at the age of six, and became the first person in the museum's master at the age of sixteen. Three months ago, he thanked his father for his teacher (his apprentice beats his master) and won by chance. When his father left Tianjin, he entrusted the full authority of the martial arts hall to me, and all reasons can be decided."

There is a pride that cannot be hidden between young people's eyebrows and eyes.

"Mr. Chen, you are a hero. What's even more rare is that you are as young as me. Even if you don't come, I will still plan to come in a few days."

"Then, start the game."

Chen Jiu had no expression. He waved his hand and shook his hand to remove the wrapping cloth. The five-foot-long knife seemed to cut the sunlight.

The ring was set up and the door was opened. The masses came and the two sides signed a life-and-death case. These trivial matters were not mentioned. In short, three hours later, Chen Jiu stood on the ring.

Jiang Hezhi held two dark iron rulers in his hand and stood proudly facing him.

"The Jiang family beats a short stroke, pen holder fork."

Chen Jiu has already learned about the Jiang family's short-strike style by looking at Zuo Feng's picture before.

This is a sect that came from the south, with a hard bridge and a hard horse, a soft and strong force, and a footwork that is aimed at avoiding, and the outcome is determined in a square inch.

The iron ruler was originally a weapon used by the ancient yamen runners to arrest criminals. Its appearance is like the character "mountain". The main branch is pierced and the side branch is blocked, which has miraculous effects on swords and long soldiers.

Is it a miraculous effect?

Chen Jiu moved her fingers, her face blankly.

"Mr. Chen,"

Jiang Hezhi raised the iron ruler and crossed it, grinding out a sour sound.

"Before the fight starts, I want to say a few words. Please rest assured, it is not the kind of unpleasant words that Guanzhu Hao is like."

"I don't want to listen."

"But I must say it."

"..." Chen Jiu twitched the corners of his lips, raising his hand to cover the sunshine.

"Mr. Chen, what do you think is martial arts?"

It seems that Jiang Hezhi didn't want to wait for Chen Jiu's answer at all, so he continued to talk to himself.

"I think martial arts is a kind of Tao."

"The Tao can be told, it is extraordinary, and the great Tao comes from the sky." Jiang Hezhi's eyes shining. "God gives people a good set of flesh and blood, which is very different from birds and beasts. Fingers, wrists, elbows, knees, legs, feet, and weapons are everywhere. But God has the virtue of being a virtuous person, so it also makes people have thoughts, learn etiquette, and understand benevolence and forgiveness. The meaning of martial arts is the way to heaven, used to achieve the way to be a human..."

"Are you finished speaking?" Chen Jiu interrupted.

"Uh, not yet..."

"Put the door and aged wine."

Jiang Hezhi suffocated for a moment, his face became quite ugly, but he took a deep breath and crossed his crosses in front of him. The dark mountain branches seemed to absorb all the sunshine.

Young and vigorous, like a young tiger.

"The Jiang family beat Jiang Hezhi."

Paused,

"Mr. Chen, the Jiang family is very strong. I am young and can't keep my strength. If you break any bone, I hope he can't bear it."

"please."

...

"Three moves to interrupt the three bones of the young master of the Jiang family. What a pity that I didn't have time to see it."

Xue Zheng had a smile on his face, and a dazzling wound was stitched across his forehead. He had stitched a few stitches, but it had not healed yet, but it reduced the temperament of some businessmen and looked more like a tough soldier.

"That kid is confused and needs to wake up."

Chen Jiu shook his head.

Jiang Hezhi was nagging a lot at that time, but he only agreed with one sentence-

Fingers, wrists, elbows, knees, legs, feet, are everywhere, weapons that can kill people.

Putting aside these seemingly unfathomable remarks, Jiang Hezhi really has good skills. He stabbed a pair of iron forks, fast, accurate, and cruel, like the serration of a shark. If it were Chenjiu a few days ago, he could still win, but he would inevitably have a fierce battle.

But, time has changed.

Starting from the fact that from the time of kicking the people's sect, Chen Jiu experienced several battles on the line of life and death in just a few days, and repeatedly gambled his life.

There is great horror between life and death, and great gains, like a whetstone, which polishes the blade into a sharp blade that blows hair and breaks hair. If you had come back to the arena with Yun Wang now, Chen Jiu would have confidence that he would not have ended up as embarrassed as before.

The master is right, he really has a few or two bones.

"I'm quite curious, what do you think of martial arts?" Xue Zheng asked with interest.

"Fist is just a fist, a knife is just a knife, it's just a fight."

Aged wine looked around,

"Not mentioning this, Lao Xue, what are you going to do when you bring me to the clinic?"

This is an empty and old-fashioned pharmacy, open on the most prosperous Binjiang Street in China. The area of ​​the street hall is at least 200 square meters, with high-end and large households, two-level courtyards, and the courtyard is covered with high-quality bluestone. According to the estimate of the old wine, this clinic is worth at least tens of thousands of oceans.

"I bought this place when you were fighting the ring."

Xue Zheng rubbed his cane and smiled.

"It's still a medical clinic now, and it won't be the case anymore. It will become a martial arts hall."

"Martial Arts Hall?"
Chapter completed!