"When I was a kid, I practiced kung fu too much and it broke... Don't worry, senior sister, I have never had a boyfriend..."

Although it was a pity, Qin Chao could still accept it.

In this bathtub, he and his senior sister were engaged in the second erotic battle.

He said to himself, Hey, Xiaohu, I originally wanted to beat you up when I went out. Now, Lao Zhi is going to treat you to a drink.

Because the senior sister has practiced martial arts since she was a child, the two of them were doing various difficult movements in this bath. As for what kind of movements they were, hey, it's not convenient to reveal them.

They didn't know that during their erotic fight, Xiaohu was lying on the door of the bathtub, listening to what was going on inside.

When the quarrel between the two finally turned into a groan, Xiaohu couldn't help but smile evilly.

My junior brother and senior sister are obviously in love with each other, but they are still estranged from each other. Especially the senior sister, in order to avoid the younger junior brother, she went to Kyoto to open a martial arts gym.

This time, I can learn from Lei Feng and do good deeds.

Thinking of this, he happily went out humming a tune.

But he didn't know that after he left, a black figure quietly appeared from the darkness.

"After all, he is still the Immortal Lord Yingtian from back then."

Cao Yu wrote down something in a notebook: "He is a man who seeks pleasure. He is just a loser who can't live without a woman. Oh, but if the king knows about it, will she be sad? It seems that I have to hide this matter."

Come down and don’t tell the king.”

As he spoke, he tore off the paper from the book and folded a paper crane very flexibly.

Then, he sent the paper crane out of the lounge window.

The paper crane flapped its wings, then flew into the air and disappeared.

The two martial arts practitioners were so powerful that they could not get out of the firing line for a moment.

Before I knew it, it was already a quarter past two in the afternoon.

Inside the Mankouxiang Teahouse, a group of martial artists were sitting in the elegant seats on the second floor, drinking tea and chatting around.

"Aren't the people from Renwu Guild Hall a little too arrogant?"

A martial arts master in black uniform slapped the table and said angrily, "Ask them to come at two o'clock. It's already a quarter past two, and they still haven't shown up! What a big arrogance!"

This martial artist is Du Hao, the martial artist of Eagle Claw Fist.

Even though he is only in his thirties, his Eagle Claw Fist can be said to be extremely proficient.

He had performed before in his school. There was a solid wood stake lying there, and he was forced to make five fingerprints more than an inch deep with one claw.

"These newbies who don't know anything are just here to disrupt the situation!"

Another martial artist also complained, "These people should be taught a lesson. Uncle Hong, you can't let these people ride on our heads."

"Teaching, of course, must be taught."

The old man sitting at the top of the table slowly clapped the tea lid in his hand and said slowly, "Xinghai, don't you know friends from industry and commerce? Let them help you check this martial arts school. Look at what they are doing.

Have all the procedures been completed? If not, it should be checked and sealed, so don't be polite."

"Don't worry, Uncle Hong, I've already said hello, haha."

The martial artist named Lin Xinghai studied Baguazhang.

The reason why he can sit next to Uncle Hong is not because he has the best martial arts, but because he knows the most people.

Generally speaking, if you have anything to do with other martial arts schools, just ask him and it can usually be done.

"I checked. The owner of the Renwu Guild Hall is Zhao Jingjing, a descendant of Liu Jiaquan. She just came back from the island country and opened a hall in Kyoto. Logically speaking, the procedures cannot be completed so quickly. There must be something else

We haven’t finished anything yet, so we’ll open the library first.”

"Haha, isn't this easy to handle?"

Uncle Hong laughed, and then said, "Of course, we are all martial arts practitioners. We should not be competitive, but should unite with each other. If they are willing to obey everyone, we will give them a chance to make a living. I

He is a very reasonable person. In this era, it is not easy to practice martial arts."

Uncle Hong said what he said was compassionate, and others also echoed his words.

"Yes, yes, Uncle Hong is right."

"Uncle Hong still has a broad mind and is a living Bodhisattva!"

"but!"
Chapter completed!