In a villa in Hangzhou, it was noisy at this time. A group of people were kneeling and watching the two of them fighting. Their kneeling posture was exactly the authentic Japanese sitting position. The hips seemed to sit behind their feet, and there was a distance between them, which could suddenly pop up when they encountered a situation.

I heard one person say to my companion in Japanese: "Myama Brother's leg skills are getting more and more powerful. I will break through to the realm of dark energy in a few years."

His companion nodded, looked at a young man with a depressed face opposite him and quietly responded: "If it weren't for that waste, why would we come here? Not only did Senior Brother Miyagi go to the restaurant in person, but even Uncle Master came to take charge this time."

The young man was naturally the person who kicked the hall with Qin Mu using a crane fist to cut off his arm in the martial arts hall. He was originally the son of a prefecture-level city leader, and he was arrogant and could withstand such things. However, before he could ask his father to take revenge, Qin Mu went out. The old man behind the martial arts hall was not a fuel-efficient lamp. There was a faint military relationship behind it, and it was not something he could shake.

Just after the Chinese New Year this year, the central government heard that his father was going to be promoted. According to insiders, it is very likely that he would go to Shandong to be a deputy governor. If he performs well, the faction behind him will support him as governor. Shandong is not only a large-capital province, but also relatively developed economy. The key is that it is the province with closest exchanges between South Korea and Japan in Northeast Asia, and has a status that cannot be underestimated in China's political territory.

Upon hearing this news, the young man's sect seemed to have forgotten his previous ignorance. He was even more angry about his injuries. Not only did he send his direct disciple Miyagi Hanshen, but he also asked a previous generation old man, Miyagi Futa, to lead a team to China, saying that he wanted to make friends through martial arts, but the reason for this was naturally known by those who came.

Although these two people spoke in a low voice, no one here was a person with a clear ear or a young man with broken arms, although his hands were greatly reduced at this time, he could still hear these two people's words and couldn't help but thrust his face hard.

The others seemed to have not heard it, and they did their own things. Several of them looked at the man with a smile. He felt the eyes all over his body, and his face was even more gloomy. He didn't come when he was injured. At this time, he was talking about the friendship between the masters and wanted to kneel down and cry as a dog. What's the matter?

He knew very well that he wanted to be in a high position. It was common for the master to come and get a pill. However, they looked down on him so much that they treated him as a waste. The so-called revenge was just to prove his strength to his father, and it had nothing to do with him.

What made him powerless was that his father probably wouldn't care about the humiliation he suffered, but instead wanted to welcome these bastards, political animals like him, where did he talk about family affection?

As he thought about it, he felt that he had nothing in his mind, hated the group of hypocritical senior brothers in front of him, hated the hypocritical father, of course, the one he hated the most was Qin Mu who injured him. He gritted his teeth, and bloodshot in his eyes. He thought about so much that Qin Mu could live a life worse than death and his family was destroyed.

Just as he was getting happier and happier as he was about to sneer, a knock on the door suddenly came from the door.

Everyone in the villa was stunned. It was Miyagi Wen too old and reacted quickly, signaling the young man to open the door with his eyes, but he led his disciples to faintly spread the space surrounding the gate, but he was backed to the window. If things were inconsistent, he could turn over and run away immediately.

The young man didn't hesitate, but thought in his mind that this place was his father's secret asset, so no one would come to visit him. He walked to the door and asked loudly, "Who is it?", but his right hand opened the monitor at the door again.

Before he could reply outside, Qin Mu's figure was displayed on the monitor. He could not help it. He suddenly opened the door and smiled sinisterly at Qin Mu, "You actually dare to come to the door? I'm brave enough, I like it."

Everyone inside the door also saw that there was only one person, and they all breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed their muscles.

Qin Mu did not answer, but just pushed his shoulders, and the young man standing at the door stepped back seven or eight steps and sat down to the ground. Everyone in the room started to shout angrily. Then Qin Mu turned around and closed the door, locked the counter lock, turned around and glanced at the people present, and said, "Are they all here? It's just right."

When Miyagi Fumiya looked at him, his face turned cold and said, "Young man, what are you here to do? If you want to compete, we will decide in three days. Are you Chinese warriors so impolite?" He could speak fluent Chinese.

When Qin Mu heard this, he seemed to be embarrassed and smiled and said, "I'm not here to compete."

Miyagi Liangda frowned and said impatiently: "Are you here to compete for martial arts? That's just here to beg for mercy? If you ask for mercy, you can do it. In three days, under the witness of the large and small martial arts halls in Hangzhou, you will kneel down to apologize!"

When Qin Mu heard this insulting words, there was no angriness on his face. Instead, he nodded with a smile and said, "If you can still walk to the martial arts hall after today, I will kneel down for you? I can only fight one at a time. I am a bit impatient and like to do it at one time."

After saying that, the man who came in with a smile suddenly stepped forward, and a horse staircase actually crossed three or four meters, pushed out with one palm, as fast as thunder, hitting a disciple beside him. Before everyone could see the moves clearly, they saw that the disciple did not move and fell on the spot.

The other disciples shouted angrily that he was about to attack, and they were about to attack. But Miyagi Wenta was shocked. He knew that the person in front of him could not be underestimated. However, when Qin Mu first came in, not only did he have a smooth face and hands, but he had no trace of martial arts practice, but he also had no unique light in the eyes of martial arts practitioners, which really made him unable to tell the difference.

But as soon as Qin Mu made a move, he saw Qin Mu's palms as black as iron, and his eyelids twitched violently. He knew in his heart that this was the scene after the strong tendons and meridians were trained to the extreme. The person in front of him was free to send and receive. He was clearly using Mingjin's fighting style, but there was no sound at all. The person being beaten did not retreat. Looking at the disciple's expression, he was already unconscious. Such fine control was really horrible.

Although he is old, he really doesn't have much knowledge. He doesn't know that this is the highest level of Mingjin in martial arts that he can produce the hidden energy. He doesn't need hidden energy, but just a light press can press the blue bricks under the tofu, and the tofu will not rot.

The man's bones were covered with flesh, just like bricks under tofu. Although his posture seemed to be weak, the ribs on the disciple's chest had two broken. More importantly, his lungs were still injured. Those who practice martial arts care the most about breathing. If the lungs are injured, let alone make any progress in the future, they will not even be able to use their martial arts. Mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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