Pioneering

Chapter 78
It's not that Zhong Ming didn't think of relying on "killing and plundering" to kill and kill directly, saving a lot of effort.

But the Great Yan Dynasty was not a vegetarian.

Fighting and killing between gangs strictly controlled the death toll, and most of them decided the outcome by a showdown between the top leaders of the two sides, for fear of being ruthlessly suppressed by the court.

If you really dare to play like this, you have to be prepared to run back to the magical world.

After thinking for a long time, Zhong Ming decided to use the most effective method.

"Bang~"

Zhong Ming kicked open the gate of Baishan Martial Arts Hall, and walked in like a tiger.

"!"

"Who are you? Do you know where this is?
How dare you be so rude?Don't you want to live?"

An outer disciple who was guarding the door was suddenly awakened by Zhong Ming's kicking the door, and sternly reprimanded him.

Zhong Ming said very naturally:

"Oh, next Zhong Ming. Isn't this the 'Baishan Wuguan'?

As for being rude or not, do you still need to be polite when kicking the pavilion? "

At this time, the martial arts disciples who heard the movement had already surrounded a large circle, and one of them, a black-faced strong man with a height of more than eight feet, strong muscles, thick eyebrows and big eyes, shouted angrily:

"What an arrogant tone, let me meet you!"

After finishing speaking, the brawny man stepped forward with short steps, with his right leg as the axis and his left foot as the soldier, and he came towards Zhong Ming with a sharp knife kick.

Zhong Ming glanced at the strong man, the late stage of meat refining, the middle stage of zero-level physical body, no threat!

"Oh!"

Zhong Ming's figure was blurred, and before the people around him could see what happened, the strong man flew out [-] or [-] feet diagonally, hit the courtyard wall, and hung on it like a painting.

This was the result of Zhong Ming saving his strength. The strong man should be fine after lying down for a month, otherwise he might have collected his body.

This move obviously frightened these disciples, and they were too timid to step forward.

That strong man was also one of the best among these outer disciples, he was knocked unconscious by Zhong Ming lightly, and the others were even worse.

Everyone is not stupid, it is obvious that they can't beat them, who has a problem and insists on going forward and getting beaten?
We all pay money to learn martial arts, and we pay both money and goods, and we don’t owe anything to the martial arts school. It is impossible to work hard.

Zhong Ming watched coldly the few martial arts disciples at the edge of the crowd running towards the backyard, knowing that they were going to call for help, so he didn't stop them.

Just counting on the Lord to be present, how could he stop it?

But after a while, an extremely capable young man led eleven or twelve disciples to the front yard.

The stalwart man looked at the black-faced strong man lying on the ground, stared at Zhong Ming sharply, and nailed Zhong Ming like a sharp sword out of its scabbard.

Zhong Ming knew that this person should be the "flying sand leg" Baishan who founded this martial arts gym.

In the early stage of Gang Sha Realm!The first stage of the physical body!The physical attributes of Zhong Ming are almost the same.

Bai Shan walked up to the black-faced burly man, bent down to check, and saw that he was fine, his expression softened a lot.

"Your Excellency is a good means. I don't know when Bai offended Your Excellency?" Bai Shan asked in a deep voice.

……

Oops, the reason is not edited!Zhong Ming thought secretly.

"Master Bai has taken pictures." Zhong Ming said pretending to be profound.

"Huh?" Bai Shan stared at Zhong Ming with a puzzled face.

You came here for no reason to kick my field, hurt my disciple, and said I was a fool?

With his hands behind his back, Zhong Ming said calmly:
"My generation of martial arts practitioners should be brave and diligent, and go forward indomitably!

The interest has come, and if you want to find an opponent to fight, what reason do you need?
how?Pavilion Master Bai is afraid? "

Bai Shan was only in his [-]s, and he had made a big name in Surabaya City with his bare hands, and even won a place in the court's registered martial arts school. It was a time when he was full of ambition and full of energy, how could he stand up to Zhong Ming's shock?

If you have to fight, if you don't spread the word, do you want to lose your reputation?Can the name of his own martial arts school be kept?
"Okay, what a 'brave and diligent', let Bai understand your brilliant move!"

After all, when Baishan opened his airs, he was about to make a move.

"Wait!" Zhong Ming waved his hand to stop him, "It's boring for the two of us to just exchange ideas, how about adding a bit of cheer?"

"Huh? What do you mean, Your Excellency?"

"Here is a thousand taels of gold," Zhong Ming opened the big bag behind his back, and gestured to Bai Shan, "I would like to use this as a lottery to bet on the "Crazy Sand Legs" that the Bai Pavilion master pressed at the bottom of the box. I don't know if the Bai Pavilion master dares to bet Last bet?"

These are big gold bricks made by Zhong Mingxian rubbing gold coins from the magic world with his hands. They are genuine and full of weight.

According to the gold price of the Great Yan Dynasty, these gold bricks can be exchanged for at least six thousand red crown gold dollars.

Although Baishan Martial Arts is one of the most famous martial arts in Surabaya City, it owns a lot of properties, and hundreds of outer disciples from wealthy families pay a lot of tuition every month, but the money comes quickly and is used quickly.

There are still more than a dozen in-house disciples in the Baishan Martial Art Museum who need to be supported. These people are not just simple rice buckets, but medicine buckets.

After deducting these core disciples and Bai Shan's own martial arts expenses, the balance in a year is only one or two thousand gold dollars, so this amount of money is quite tempting to Bai Shan.

Bai Shan also knew the real purpose of the person in front of him,
After a moment of silence, Bai Shan slowly said, "Not enough."

"Ok?"

"I said that your Excellency's mere thousand taels of gold bet against my ability to live and die is not enough."

"What does the White House Master mean?"

"I have to pay more!"

……

Although Bai Shan felt that the young man in front of him was really gifted, he had not yet become a gangster, and his energy and blood were so strong that he would not lose to him, but he didn't think he would lose.

It would also be great to earn some extra money and relieve the financial pressure of these drug barrel disciples.

At best, be careful with your own shots, so as not to hurt the young man in front of you too much.

In the end, under the witness of everyone, Zhong Ming and Bai Shan made a bet on "Crazy Sand Legs" between Jin Wanliang.

The two stood facing each other, and the surrounding disciples also retreated in a large circle with interest.

Bai Shan's body leaned forward slightly, with his right leg as the axis and his left foot as the pawn. The same sharp knife kick was completely different from that of the black-faced strong man. The ring after ring of knife kicks rushed towards Zhong Ming like wild sand. come to kill.

Zhong Ming concentrated his attention, using his hand as a knife, he slashed hundreds of knives in a row, and suddenly collided with Bai Shan hundreds of times.

The opponent's surging strength and blood energy were tremblingly transmitted to Zhong Ming's body at the moment when fists and feet intersected.

Zhong Ming only felt that his body was continuously hit by a giant hammer, and even his soul was shaken one after another.

The violent panting of the two became more and more intense, and between the huffing and puffing, vortexes and air waves were actually formed, which slapped on the grass in circles, rolling up waves of dust and sand, blocking everyone's sight.

—————The words are divided into two ends—————

Zhong Ming's fight was in full swing, and Wang Xuzhi and Lou Siniang were also fighting in full swing.

Lou Siniang followed Wang Xuzhi into the study door, saw that there was no one in the room, and asked:

"Why doesn't your son have a family?"

Wang Xuzhi replied rather unnaturally: "This is my study. I already have a family, it's..."

"Shh~"

Lou Siniang covered Wang Xuzhi's mouth with her jade fingers, and said emotionally:

"This place is very good. Si Niang is already very grateful for the son's generous help, so how dare you ask for more?

It's just that Siniang doesn't have much property, so it's hard for her to repay the son's kindness.

Si Niang now only has this broken body, if the young master does not dislike her, Si Niang is willing to recommend herself as a pillow. "

After finishing speaking, Lou Siniang took off the green shirt slowly.

Wang Xuzhi, who was already in a hurry, rushed forward.

There are poems:
Immediately the cherry blossoms close, and the half-lying peach blossoms bloom;

Butterflies dance when moving, and the tide brings waves;
When I feel cold, I feel like waking up from a dream;
The spring breeze is incomprehensible, and the waves are white.

After the cloud and rain, Lou Siniang lay in Wang Xuzhi's arms and said softly:

"Wang Lang, if you feel pity for me and want to stay with me forever, you must keep my affairs.

Otherwise, whether your wife finds out about me, or my husband in name finds out, it will not be good for either of us. "

Wang Xuzhi repeatedly promised not to mention it.

(End of this chapter)