"Brother Zuo, please!"

Chang Qi used a move from the black tiger to snatch Zuo Zhicheng's chest.

Facing this "slow" and "soft" tiger claws, Zuo Zhicheng thought about it and directly used a defensive move to block the opponent's tiger claws.

However, although Chang Qi is not an ordinary person with innate energy, he has practiced for several years and his physical fitness and proficiency in playing style. When he saw Zuo Zhicheng "barely" resisting under his attack, he was instantly punched several times.

Xiao Changhe, who was behind the crowd, had a smile on his face when he saw this. As expected, the other party was as "weak" as he saw last time.

Zhou Xingyun, who was standing on his side, showed a disapproving look: "Brother Xiao, is it necessary to deal with such a poor boy like this?"

"It's just to reveal his truth, I can only blame him for being too shallow."

The crowd around also showed disdain or puzzled expressions. In their opinion, they did not expect that the so-called disciples of Master Jiang were so ordinary or weak.

Just as Chang Qi became more and more comfortable, and several consecutive punches pressed towards Zuo Zhicheng like a storm, he unknowingly gave up his defense and revealed his own gap.

Then he heard Zuo Zhicheng let out a depressing "roar" and then he fought over without hesitation.

Chang Qi, on the opposite side, saw Zuo Zhicheng getting punched so hard and was about to attack him. A hint of surprise flashed in his heart. Didn’t this kid look like he was defending with all his might before? Why did it suddenly explode?

Zuo Zhicheng's Sumeru Long Fist moves were also different from the standard, and they were slightly deformed, but they hit Chang Qi's chest. Chang Qi felt a suffocation in his chest, and at the same time he felt a strong force coming. He took a few steps back and sat on the ground. When he reacted, he was already full of shame and anger.

Zuo Zhicheng was raising his head and waved his hand: "Brother Chang, I'll give in."

Everyone around looked at Zuo Zhicheng foolishly, but unexpectedly, a competition ended in this way. Xiao Changhe, who was hiding behind the crowd, had a trace of surprise flashed across his face.

According to his expectations, Chang Qi should have beaten Zuo Zhicheng hard, and then the other party was revealed that the other party pretended to be a personal disciple, but was actually just a long-term worker.

But now the other party actually won, but this is the way.

Zhou Xingyundi, who was standing beside him, laughed a few times: "It seems that this kid is still a little talented."

"I'm lucky." Xiao Changhe said with a frown.

On the other side.

"What's this? Chang Qi actually lost like this."

"It happens, but Zuo Zhicheng is quite strong."

"Then Zuo Zhicheng is really Master Jiang's personal disciple? It seems that he hasn't learned anything."

An Jing was just a short moment. Looking at the victory and defeat on the field, everyone started to discuss again. At this moment, Jiang Qing rushed over, touched Zuo Zhicheng's head, and worriedly said, "Are you okay? You are not injured?"

"fine."

Jiang Qing looked around and frowned: "What are you doing? Zuo Zhicheng is my father's personal disciple. My father has passed all the Tianmen Fist to him."

Behind the crowd, a hint of surprise flashed across Xiao Changhe's face. He never expected that Jiang Qing would rescue Zuo Zhicheng like this. How could he know that although Zuo Zhicheng and Jiang Tianzheng did not have the name of a disciple, they already had the reality of a disciple. Moreover, Jiang Tianzheng himself did not care about these names at all. What he unexpected was that Zuo Zhicheng had made some progress in the past few days and no longer had the same fighting as before, and he would only fight like ordinary people.

Jiang Qing on the other side continued, "But he has only been learning martial arts for less than a month, what does it mean to ask him to compete with him?"

"Junior brother, let's go." With a cold snorting, Jiang Qing pulled Zuo Zhicheng away, leaving only a group of people who were left embarrassed and stayed there, not knowing what to say.

At this time, someone seemed to have reacted. Wang Qiang, a genius disciple of Xinlu Boxing Club, was the first to say: "I understand. Zuo Zhicheng just did it on purpose. He deliberately pretended to be weak, and then he attracted Chang Qi to take all his strength, revealing his flaws. Then he got a few punches and hit Chang Qi in the vital point.

Moreover, his styles of Sumeru Long Fist are not rigid, but adapt to the situation."

"It's not bad. Zuo Zhicheng seems to have not been learning martial arts for a long time, but he is a bit clever."

"If you can push Chang Qi down, even if you hit the key, you will have good strength."

Several martial artists in the crowd talked and analyzed the discussion just now. Xiao Changhe, behind the crowd, looked at Jiang Qing holding Zuo Zhicheng's hand, looking caring, and his anger became even more intense. In his heart, Zuo Zhicheng had become a soft-boy protected by Jiang Qing, equivalent to a soft-fighting little face, and this little face was still exposed under his design.

"Is this little brat, Jiang Qing, a woman blind?"

Zhou Xingyun also said with some surprise: "Hehe, Brother Xiao, it seems that your rival this time is still capable."

"Hmph." Xiao Changhe said: "Look at it. At most, I will make Jiang Qing, the girl, devote herself to me."

It would be fine if it was a man better than him defeated, but according to his investigation, Zuo Zhicheng was just a bad boy who had no money and power and had just learned martial arts. It actually attracted Jiang Qing to such concern, which made Xiao Changhe even more jealous. He walked out of the yard with an ugly face, too lazy to see Jiang Qing and Zuo Zhicheng again.

Jiang Qing on the other side took Zuo Zhicheng's hand. When she left the crowd, the anger on her face disappeared in an instant. He happily patted Zuo Zhicheng on the shoulder and said, "It's not bad, you actually won."

She patted Zuo Zhicheng on the shoulder and said, "It seems that I have achieved good results in your special training these days. You don't have much talent when practicing martial arts, but you didn't expect that you would be very clever when fighting. It's not bad, so it will continue tomorrow."

"So senior sister, are you watching from the side?" Zuo Zhicheng looked at Jiang Qing's appearance and found it a little funny. When he was not familiar with the other party, Jiang Qing acted like an iceberg beauty. Once he got familiar with it, he could know that the other party was just a violent woman with the highest inner brilliance.

"Of course, I just want to accumulate some experience through this actual combat. Anyway, I can't kill anyone." Speaking of this, Jiang Qing pointed to Zuo Zhicheng and said, "Also, I have told the people of the new Luwu Pavilion today that you are my father's personal disciple. You can still use too short time to cover up, but it won't work in the future. So from tomorrow on, you have to practice me twice as much as possible, so don't lose my face."

"And Chang Qi is just an amateur. If he wins, he has nothing to be proud of. Practice your skills well and try to beat Xiao Changhe into a panda face one day!" As he said this, Jiang Qing waved his fist angrily.

Zuo Zhicheng naturally nodded obediently, thinking that this was not bad, and he just exposed his strength little by little in the eyes of everyone, so that he could use his martial arts openly and save some trouble.

Thinking of trouble, Zuo Zhicheng looked at Jiang Qing's cheeks who were still urging her to practice martial arts seriously, and thought of Xiao Changhe in the crowd before. Another little trouble caused by a beauty.

The people in the yard quickly dispersed, as if the matter of the competition just now had been forgotten. However, from time to time, people would point Zuo Zhicheng's direction and mutter something.

It was also from this evening that Zuo Zhicheng and Master Jiang personally passed on his disciples, who were a little clever and powerful. This information gradually spread in the martial arts circle of Xinlu, which was the first day Zuo Zhicheng debuted.

Zuo Zhicheng also took this opportunity to observe the strength of various martial artists in the entire Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall, but after seeing that he could only shake his head. Most of them were just ordinary people without innate qi, and a small number of them had innate qi and were of average level. It can be said that even those who could compare with Jiang Qing were only five or six people.

Seeing this, he was even more optimistic about the plan to unite the martial arts hall this time. No matter how many sheep are, they will be just sheep.

About two hours later, the secret talks of more than ten museum owners ended, and they came to the yard together, as if they wanted to announce something.

Standing in front were Jiang Tianzheng and Xiao Jingyang, who clapped their hands and said, "Everyone, be quiet, we have something to announce today."

But before everyone could calm down, a series of laughter sounded in the air. Under the moonlight, a beautiful red figure stood on the wall, looking at the people under his feet with a contempt: "From today, Xinlu Port will no longer need a martial arts hall."

"Who!"

"Bold! Catch him down!"

"It's the Blood Rakshasa!"

Listening to the sounds of panic, excitement, or fear in the ears, Xue Luosha slowly pulled out the two soft swords surrounding her waist. She saw her arms trembling, and the two soft swords, which were more than three meters long, shook like ribbons.

The next moment, the figure like flame rushed into the sky and fell into the crowd. The roars, screams kept ringing, and screams. Within a few seconds, the center of the courtyard was covered with blood.

"Everyone comes with me." Xiao Jingyang took the lead and rushed forward: "She has only one person, and I don't believe that so many of us can't deal with her."

"Go!"

"Catch this witch!"

Seeing more than a dozen famous warriors surrounding him, Xue Luosha let out a giggle, and his whole body was spinning at high speed like a gyro. The two swords in his hand kept shaking, rushing towards all directions like flying clouds.
Chapter completed!