I Picked Up 100 Million In The Rental House At The Beginning

And through silently listening to the conversation between the old guys on the sofa.

Ye Feng gradually got to know this group of people.

The old white beard who reprimanded him was named Yan Mengtang, the head of Longhumen in Southern Guangdong Province.

Among these people, it can be said that they are the most prestigious.

"Everyone, let's talk about it, what do you think of today's match?"

Hearing his question, everyone present immediately spit and talk.

"What else can I think? People have all hit their doorsteps, and we will naturally fight to the death."

"That's right, this little devil has swept the younger generation in our 18 provinces. If we lose again today, what face will the younger generation in China's martial arts world have?"

"Don't worry, he could be arrogant before. It was because he hadn't met me before. Today, I will let him die here."

"A mere karate junior dare to be rampant in China? I will teach him to be a man today!"

"..."

I heard the impassioned speeches from everyone.

Yan Mengtang was very pleased, "Of course it is good for you to have such confidence. But I still have to remind you that this person must not be underestimated and must not be taken lightly."

Everyone nodded and said yes.

Yan Mengtang said, his eyes swept over the younger generation standing in the back row.

"Jiāng Liú is only twenty-three years old this year, and he belongs to the younger generation. Those of us who are seniors are naturally inconvenient to shoot. Today I rely on you. Do you have confidence?"

Those younger generations suddenly felt a little guilty.

The sparse answer: "Yes..."

Yan Mengtang's expression sank, and he immediately raised his volume, "Are you confident?"

At this time, a young man in his twenties replied with a loud voice: "I have confidence!"

Yan Mengtang glanced at him appreciatively, "What is your name? Whose disciple is it?"

The young man immediately replied in a loud voice: "My name is Zhang Liang, the head of Huiyan, and I am the disciple of Luo Jiasheng, the head of the Bagua Sect."

At this time, an old man sitting on the sofa smiled and spoke.

"Zhang Liang is my proud disciple, Baguazhang has a certain degree of heat, and it is easy to deal with a singular Jiāng Liú."

Yan Mengtang nodded in satisfaction.

"Then wait for a while, the first battle against Jiāng Liú, it's up to you to fight, and I hope you will win the battle. At that time, you will become a major hero in China's martial arts world. Are you confident?"

Zhang Liang immediately became ambitious, "Strict head, rest assured, I have been practicing Baguazhang for ten years, and I am waiting for today. Today I will become famous in one battle and revive my Baguazhang!"

"good!"

Many people in the box immediately applauded.

As if the winner was already in hand.

Ye Feng, standing in the corner, couldn't help but shook his head.

This group of people is really promising.

The people in such a big house actually came to deal with one person.

This is not the case.

The enemy hasn't even appeared yet, and he's starting to cheer up here.

If you brag, you can defeat the enemy.

Then they are really invincible.

Just when everyone in the box was emotional.

Suddenly heard a boil outside.

Everyone looked back.

I saw a man wearing a white exercise suit coming out of the tunnel.

The man was tall, about 1.8 meters tall.

There is a sturdy air on his body.

As soon as he appeared, he immediately raised his middle finger to everyone present.

"Sick man of East Asia!"

His move immediately aroused the anger of everyone present.

This word is the untouchable pain of all China and even Chinese people!

However, this person, at this time, used such words to humiliate everyone!

"Little devil, don't be arrogant, Zhonghai will become your burial place."

"Brother who is fighting against him, give me strength and beat this bastard to death."

"Dare to look down on our Chinese martial arts world, and today I will let you taste the power of Chinese martial arts."

"Fakyou, go to hell, kid!"

"..."

Face the anger of everyone present.

Jiāng Liú's expression became more excited.

A beautiful somersault jumped into the ring.

Then he slapped him twice against his chest.

His eyes were full of disdain.

Inside the box.

Yan Mengtang stood up and patted Zhang Liang on the shoulder, "Go ahead, give me the Chinese martial arts world!"

Zhang Liang gave a fist to the seniors present, turned and walked out.

When the audience saw people from the Chinese martial arts world facing off.

A flood of cheers broke out immediately.

Zhang Liang really enjoys this highly anticipated feeling.

Waved to everyone present.

Then he jumped onto the stage.

I walked to the opposite side of Jiāng Liú.

"Jiāng Liú, today you must die under my hand."

Jiāng Liú shook his head and made a "cracking" sound.

"I forgot that you are the first one to say this to me. All the previous ones have been abolished by me, and you are no exception."

He speaks bad Chinese.

But the disdain in his tone did not abate.

Zhang Liang raised his head and laughed, "That's because you didn't meet me, remember, the one who killed you, Zhang Liang!"

After speaking, he rushed towards Jiāng Liú.

Jiāng Liú didn't seem to react, he still stood there without any movement.

The two were very close.

Zhang Liang's attack was swift and violent.

In a twinkling of an eye, it was already near.

"Go to hell!"

Zhang Liang yelled.

The fist was like a heavy hammer, suddenly pulling Jiāng Liú's face.

Until then.

Jiāng Liú reacted.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

The ghost of the right hand is generally sticking out.

The latter came first, blocking the left face.

Zhang Liang's punch came to an abrupt end as if a mud cow entered the sea.

He was shocked, and he was about to change his tricks immediately.

But Jiāng Liú did not give him a chance.

Anti-palm for claws.

He grabbed his fist.

Then pull it hard.

"Crack..."

Zhang Liang's wrist made a toothless sound of bone cracking.

Before he screamed.

Broken Jiāng Liú's left leg has hit his bend.

"Puff!"

Zhang Liang immediately knelt on his knees.

Horrified in my heart.

About to get up and retreat.

But it was still a step too late.

Jiāng Liú hit his chin with a heavy knee blow.

Zhang Liang's jaw shattered immediately, and blood splashed across the board.

Fainted in the ring.

Jiāng Liú stepped on his body and looked down on the audience.

The whole process takes less than three seconds.

Many people haven't reacted yet.

The battle is over.

For a time, the entire underground boxing arena.

Quiet is a little weird.

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