The man is about 1.8 meters tall and is not short. But compared with most top foreign boxing masters, his figure is really not tall. However, the majestic aura emitted by his magnificent muscles makes no master.

Dare to underestimate it.

He stood quietly in the middle of the yard with his hands behind his back. He was the only one in the huge yard, and the surroundings were so quiet that only one or two insects could be heard occasionally.

The rockery gardens in the yard, the small bridges and flowing water, and the flowers are blooming. The breeze blows by, and the fragrance of flowers is filled with refreshing people's hearts.

The bright moon hangs high in the night sky and the stars are twinkling. It should have been a good night to enjoy the flowers and moon, but I just want to kill people. Of course, it may also be killed.

Twenty-seven years ago, he reached the peak of the middle stage of the Moving Mountain Realm. At that time, he met the first person in his life who could be called Master because he did play the role of a master and a father.

As an orphan, what he sees and hears from his eyes since childhood are ruthless. He no longer believes in the feelings between people.

But after all, people are not plants and trees, so how can they be without emotions? That tall and mighty body left an indelible color in his dead life. Until now, it still often appears in my mind.

He still remembered the scene when he first met his master, and he still remembered that in order to help him break through the mountain moving realm, he still remembered that his master talked with him all night to help him break through his mood, and he still remembered that when he broke through the mountain moving realm, he still remembered that his master talked with him all night long to help him break through the mountain moving realm, and he still remembered that when he broke through the mountain moving realm, he still remembered that when he broke through the mountain moving realm, he still remembered that

In the later period, the master laughed and excited.

He also thought of his brothers and friends. If that was considered a brother and friend, the joys and sorrows between brothers, and the cups between brothers, he had never had these things before. As he thought about it, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Now, he has long become the traitor in their mouths and the object of their despise. Even in the Nalan family for the past twenty years, there have been gossip about him behind his back.

But he doesn't care, it's not that he doesn't want to care, it's not that he doesn't have to care. All this is just a scenery passing by on his life, and he is still the same person.

He doesn't think he's done anything wrong, because there is no concept of right or wrong in his world, and there is no need to have the concept of right or wrong.

This is the old house of Nalan's family in the northeast. The yard of nearly 1,000 square meters is surrounded by pavilions and towers. The surrounding houses are brightly lit, but there is no light in the yard.

In the main hall in the north, Nalan Wenruo sat north to the south at the center, with his second son Nalan Zhenshan and his third son Nalan Zhenhai standing at the door. At this time,

Just as he looked vigilantly at the center of the yard, there were even more solemn masters around the old house. They were waiting for someone to arrive, just like the men in the yard.

"Father, will Huang King Kong really come to die?" Nalan Zhenshan said lightly.

"He said he would come naturally."

"You can't let him go when you come," Nalan Zhenhai said with a smile.

"Since he has come, he has no plans to leave," Nalan Wenruo said leisurely.

To the south of the yard, Nalan Zijian lay on the window frame on the second floor, looking at the yard calmly. Aying stood beside her, her aura ready to go.

"Young master, it's obvious that he is dying, why does he still want to come?"

Nalan Zijian frowned slightly and murmured: "Gaochang was with Lu Chenlong before and did not save him, which was equivalent to indirectly killing Lu Chenlong. Old Man Huang choked him for twenty years and couldn't bear it."

Aying Xiumei frowned slightly, and after a while, she shook her head, "I still don't understand, Master, don't you often say that it's better to live than to die?"

Nalan Zijian looked up at the moon in the sky, "Everyone pursues fame, wealth and power in this world, and everyone pursues better life. It is really boring to have a lot of things. It is precisely because of people like Vajra who are determined to die, there are more people in the world.

That's so exciting, that's so much more angry."

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Zuoqiu sat on the sofa, cigarettes one after another, and the entire living room was filled with smoke.

Mountain people, if you want to avoid the shadow's eyes, you can only hide deeper than the shadow. Only by using Mr. Huang's death can the shadow sit down and watch the play with peace of mind. This play cannot be done at all, only by letting it believe us

Only when we fight to death can we have the chance to secretly pull it out.

Mountaineer, if you want to blame you, blame me.

Zuoqiu looked at the novel comments on his phone, looking at the avatar of the reader whose nickname had been changed to 'Yiru Liangshou'. He murmured: "I hope you don't lie to me, otherwise I, Zuoqiu, will not be able to blame me if I die."

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Huang Jingang looked at the century-old house, and his heart was calm. He thought of the energetic scholar fifty years ago. Without that scholar, he should have died fifty years ago. He was a martial artist and didn't understand anything.

The scholar told him a lot of truths. Although he didn't understand most of the truths, it did not prevent him from liked to listen to him. Even if he just sat aside and listened to his nagging, he felt peaceful inside.

Now the scholar is lying in the valley of Mazui Village and can no longer hear him reasoning. But it doesn’t matter, he will be able to find him soon. When he arrives in the underworld, he will continue to listen to him.

There is also that sloppy old charlatan who looks despicable and hateful. The most hateful thing is that he boasts about being self-righteous, always thinking that he is the best in the world and does not take others seriously, and even Mr. Lu seriously. Looking back now

It was actually okay when he looked, and it wasn't that annoying. Mr. Lu left and he was leaving, leaving him alone without even quarrel. Thinking about it, he was actually quite pitiful.

There is also Huang Jiujin, his only relative in the world, his grandson. He didn't feel sorry for him for dragging him in. People take kindness first in the world. As the seed of the old Huang family,

I should have this kind of enlightenment. I just miss him very much. I haven't seen him for eight years, but unfortunately I will never see him again in this life.

There are also Lu Shanmin and Xiao Nizi, both of whom he watched grow up, and they are all good children.

Huang King took a deep breath and his aura gradually rose. 'A young man's world needs to fight you young people after all, so let me light a fire for you first'.

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Gao Chang looked up at the night sky, and the smile on his face gradually returned to indifference. A vague murderous aura came from the quiet night. He knew that he was coming.

A majestic voice came from outside the door, "Naran Wenruo, King Kong uses precious land to clean up the portal."

As the sound rang out, everyone in the old house seemed to be facing a great enemy.

The two old men in front of the hall in the north were staring with their eyes wide open, their breath unconsciously spreading out, and their cuffs were swaying without wind.

Nalan Wenruo nodded slightly as a response and said lightly: "Golden King Kong, I have never looked down on martial arts in my life. You are the only one. I sacrifice my life for righteousness, and millions of scholars are not as good as you." As he said that, he looked at the two people at the door.

The old man said: "After a while, no one of you is allowed to take action."

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Nalan Zijian grinned, "Aying, look at it carefully, the peak duel that is rare in life."

Aying subconsciously approached Nalan Zijian and held her breath.

Nalan Zijian smiled, "Don't be nervous, he didn't come for me."

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With a loud "boom", the iron gate of the yard was kicked away by a huge force, and after breaking the two trees in the yard, it was deeply trapped in the rockery.

A tall and mighty figure rushed from the night, and his rapid and heavy steps made the ground tremble slightly.

There was no swearing at the traitors, no roar of shouting and killing. Huang King Kong always adhered to the style of being able to reason with his fists but not using his mouth. The tiger's body rushed straight to Gaochang in the middle of the yard with a whistling wind.

A punch hit Gao Chang's abdomen and retreated five meters and broke a tree with a wrist-thickness in the yard.

With a punch, he hit Gao Chang's chest and retreated five meters and collapsed the rockery in the yard.

A punch hit Gao Chang's forehead and retreated five meters and smashed a pillar in the corridor.

With three punches, Gao Chang retreated more than ten meters, leaving a little redness on his forehead.

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"Young Master, why didn't Gao Chang fight back?"

"As a teacher for a lifetime, you will be a father. These three punches can be regarded as a reward for the teacher's kindness of the Vajra."

"Young Master, if Lu Shanmin knew that Huang King Kong died at the Nalan family, he would probably hate you to death."

Nalan Zijian smiled bitterly, "It's not just about hating you, but after that, I'm afraid you'll never stop."

Aying's face was cold, "Then he was looking for death, but Miss Cousin's side might not be able to explain it."

Nalan Zijian patted his forehead, "It's a headache, there's nothing more headache in this world than this."

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After three fists, Gao Chang rose to the ground, changing his previous decline, like a strong dragon rising into the air, his whole body descending from the air, his arm pulled back, and his fist mixed with a whistle and whistle and whistle toward the top of King Kong's head.

King Kong shouted and punched the sky.

"Bang"!

Gao Chang turned over and landed in the air, and King Kong's fist had arrived again.

Gaochang took root in the ground, did not block and dodge, and punched it out with a fierce punch.

Two dull bangs, and each of them retreated for three steps.

Then they took big steps and jumped into the air at the same time, "bang", and the two fists exploded in the air.

As soon as they landed, both sides rushed again, punching each other on the forehead.

Both of them raised their heads and took two steps back, and instantly bounced their legs and stepped forward again.

The Vajra moves the Vajra opens the mountain, and the Vajra helps the top with the Vajra. The two of them have the same boxing techniques and are used to the extreme. There is no need to rely on changes in boxing to win, they all use force to fight.
To be continued...