Ultimate Rich Son-in-law

No one expected such a result.

Liu Xiang didn't think of it, and the students of other Chinese martial arts societies didn't think of it.

The burly man fell down, and the thin Ning Luo stood in place unharmed.

"Cough, cough..."

After coughing up a few mouthfuls of dirty blood, the burly man climbed up from the floor and stood up shakily, looking at Ning Luo in horror.

"You... You are not an ordinary warrior at all, you are an ancient warrior!"

"Who told you I was an ordinary warrior? I kept saying that the founder of this national art society is my little brother. If you don't believe it, who can you blame? "

"Besides, I don't like the way you talk to your benefactor."

"Benefactor?"

The burly man was slightly stunned.

"Naturally, I'm your benefactor now. Take a deep breath and try whether there will be severe pain in the position of your left lung."

Hearing this, the burly man looked a little shocked and quickly inhaled deeply.

A moment later, he suddenly hugged his fist and worshipped Ningluo.

"Thank you for your help, elder. Remove the bruises from my body. Wang Hu dare not forget the kindness of saving my life."

Speaking, the burly man named Wang Hu looked excited.

No one knows better than him how much pain the bruise of his left lung has brought to him over the years.

"I don't deserve it, sir. I'm just your peer. You should have left this injury because you were too successful when practicing hard Qigong? "

"Yes, when I was in the army, in order to step into the ranks of special forces and practice forcibly, although I have achieved success, I also left the root of the disease. As long as I exert my strength too hard, I will have severe pain in my left lung. This injury has tortured me for four or five years. I went for an examination not long ago. The doctor said that he had missed the best time for the operation, and the rupture of congestion is very likely to endanger his life. "

"The doctor didn't exaggerate. Your injury has really lasted too long. In fact, many practitioners of hard Qigong in the army are eager for success, and something will go wrong. Your injury was not serious, but you dragged it on yourself. "

"I know. Thanks to my brother today, otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"It's nothing. You're also a soldier. We're the same kind of people. It's right to save you."

"I just want to talk to you about something. Although many veterans have become bodyguards and guards, the selected employers still have to polish their eyes. It's sad not to choose people who like to drill camp and play with power and become other people's thugs."

Ning Luo glanced at Liu Xiang behind Wang Hu.

It is said that people's faces know people's hearts.

Although Ning Luo doesn't know the science of physiognomy, he can see whether a person is good or bad. He can see a lot by observing his words and colors.

Although Liu's appearance was pretty good, there was a sense of pride in his eyebrows.

Such people look down on anyone in their bones and always think they are the son of God, and others are not as good as him.

Moreover, some information from the girl Mohan can also judge that the boy is still a deep man in the city.

He not only wanted to get involved in the Guoshu society, but also wanted to get involved in the position of president of Jiangda Wudao society.

In order to achieve their goals, they have been engaged in improper activities in the past two years.

At the beginning, he found that the man named Wang Hu was ill and didn't want to save him. He just saw that Wang Hu's hard Qigong path was still fierce and didn't have any sinister means, so he helped him in the face of being a soldier.

In the last three consecutive attacks of the eight pole fist, he specially displayed a wisp of Dantian Qi, blasted it on his left lung, smashed the alveoli wrapped with dirty blood in his left lung, and directly excluded the dirty blood from the body with the help of the momentum of Dantian Qi.

Wang Hu is not a fool. Naturally, he knows the meaning of Ningluo dialect.

He glanced at the Liu Xiang behind him and immediately walked up.

"Young master Liu, I'm sorry. I won't do this deal. I'll double the money you gave me later."

"Brother Hu, you're wrong. We agreed. After what others said, you changed your mind. What about your contract spirit?"

Liu Xiang's face was gloomy.

After a good calculation, it was perfect.

Unexpectedly, Lin Mohan invited a brother-in-law who didn't know where to come from.

He can fight so well that he can't even do the Wang Hu He invited.

Not only can't do it now, but Wang Hu was told by others and wanted to break the contract. He quit all the things agreed later.

Of course he didn't want to.

"The spirit of the contract is to abide by, but when the contract goes against the bottom line, I think an honest person will make a choice."

Here, Ning Luo smiled calmly.

"Liu Xiang, right? At a young age, if you don't learn well, you want to engage in some intriguing activities. It's not a good thing. You'll suffer a lot in the future."

"Hum! If I don't suffer, I can't take care of you! Liu Xiang wrote down this account today. Let's settle it later. "

With a cold hum, Liu Xiang brushed away with a gloomy face.

"Boy, I advise you not to liquidate. If Mohan has a bad situation in Jiangda, I will never spare you."

Behind his back, Ning Luo snorted and stamped his right foot on the ground.

Boom.

Ning Luo fought with Wang Hu before, and the wooden floor, which had never been broken for many times, seemed to be dismembered and broken into pieces.

One of the bullets flew into the air and was kicked by Ning Luo with his toes. It suddenly flew out like a sharp sword at Liu Xiang who came to the door.

Duang's voice.

The long strip of wooden floor was firmly inserted into the door frame and trembled.

Liu Xiang suddenly stopped walking towards the outside, stared at the template strip that almost disappeared into the door frame, and didn't say a word for a long time.

After a long time, gulping down a mouthful of spit, he took another step and summoned up the courage to go out of the national art society.

And the martial arts society was silent.

Everyone looked at ninlo as if they were looking at aliens.

If the previous battle between Ning Luo and Wang Hu had only seen some rules and routines of the Dragon kingdom.

At the moment, Ning Luo's sudden appearance made people really see his power.

The wooden floor can be chopped with one foot, and the flying debris can be kicked out like a sword to hurt people?

Is this still fucking human?

"Brother Ning's good means are unmatched by us ordinary people."

The king hugged the tiger with envy in his eyes.

He once wanted to reach this level, but he failed in the end.

Now I can only envy Ning Luo's exquisite means.

"You don't have to regret too much. In addition to your root cause, you can rest for a few months. As long as you meditate and practice, you can still enter the realm of ancient martial arts one day."

"Brother Ning's talent is serious?"

"Of course, not only you, but all the people present, as long as they are interested in cultivating national skills, as long as they persevere, strive to cultivate and do not slack off, stepping into my level today is not a dream."

"Didn't you all think Chinese martial arts were weak before? Did you choose to study Chinese martial arts because you didn't have a choice when choosing courses? What I did just now is just a manifestation of a certain stage of Chinese martial arts cultivation. If you can step into a higher level, picking flowers and flying leaves can hurt people. "