The red sun is in the sky, and when it comes to the scene, Jing Hua and Bao Hu are reflected, one big and one small, which are very different.

The Jing and Wang families confronted each other on the street, which was a great event in Xingshan City. The more people watched, the more they gathered, they grew up in the city and had some understanding of Jing and Wang.

Jing Hua, Bao Hu, a young man and a strong man, the difference is too obvious, and the age and physique are not on the same level. The people can't stand it and boo.

"The young master of the Jing family is a monk, is there no problem?"

"What do you know? Big guys are also monks, from the Wang family."

"Is it too different ages? Is this shameless?"

"The big guy is full of flesh on his face, the young master of the Jing family is probably in danger."

The voices of discussion came into his ears, and Bao Hu was even more irritable. If he could not win cleanly, he would be afraid that he would be given a reputation for "breaking the small with the big one" later.

He has been out for many years and can still maintain peace on his face. The gossip of ants and folks has no effect on the situation. In Xingshan City, solving problems depends on strength.

Bao Hu grabbed a fainting servant and held it in the air, and asked coldly: "Young Master Jing, how can you deal with the conflict between servants? Who taught you? Jing Furen? Or He Hongyao?"

Jing Hua responded with a smile: "Mr. Bao, there is a little conflict between the servants. The Wang family has sent a spirit gathering master to press the formation. Who taught you? Mr. Wang? Or Mr. Wang?"

Bao Hu was speechless for a moment and forcibly defended himself as if he had happened to pass by, so he would only get darker and darker. He snorted and replied coldly, "You are going around and beating me, the manager of the Wang family, and the servant. If I am not here, who will discipline you?"

Jing Hua smiled and said, "How do you know that I am playing everywhere? Is Mr. Bao concerned about the safety of Jing and keeps following me secretly?"

After suffering a few strokes, Bao Hu was in a state of danger and his anger rushed upwards.

The boy from the Jing family is still underage after all, so he can talk nonsense. He can't be the same as him. As for following the other party, it's even more unreasonable. Jing Hua is the young master of the Jing family, not the young master of the Wang family.

Before he could come up with a solution, the young man continued to talk to himself.

"If you didn't follow me, you would follow them."

Jing Hua pointed at Wang Fu and said, "Master Bao, do you know that you will lose a fight in the Wang family? So you are prepared in advance, afraid that no one will carry them back later?"

Bao Hu felt a heat on his face, and he shouted angrily: "Sharp teeth and sharp mouths! Jing Furen is so confused! Didn't you teach you to respect your teachers?"

Jing Hua showed a wicked smile on his face, and his tone was still respectful.

"The teacher is of course respectful. The elders are virtuous, but you roar and bark when you come up and roar and bark. It seems that there is less virtue. As for the teacher, you can calculate your 'big face' yourself. How long has it been in the Spirit Gathering Period? Why should I be my 'teacher'?"

These words were just poking the pain point. The failure of "lingcui" and the stagnation of cultivation was Bao Hu's heart for many years. His patience disappeared instantly and he suddenly turned his back and shouted: "Little beast, come to die!"

The great man made progress and made progress, his body bent slightly, his right fist was closed, and his left fist collapsed.

An ordinary "cannon hammer" is used by Bao Hu to be powerful. There is softness in strength and hardness in softness. The perfect boxing technique that ordinary martial artists pursue throughout their lives is fully revealed in the "cannon hammer".

"good"

There were a few people in the crowd who knew the goods, and they didn't care about bullying the small ones at the moment, and couldn't help but shout.

Bao Hu couldn't help but feel a little satisfied.

He gathered spirits at the age of 18, but has been stagnant for more than 20 years and has been blocked by the "spiritual civic". In order to break through the bottleneck, he turned to practice martial arts, hoping to find inspiration on the path of martial arts and find a different path. Over the past decade, the "spiritual civic" has not made much progress, but his skill in boxing and footing is superb, reaching the state of returning to nature.

To be fair, Bao Hu did not take Jing Hua seriously. Although Wang De concealed the scandal of the failure of the contest, even if he knew about it, he would not care too much. After all, they were all ignorant boys, with their fetal hair not retracted, had not entered the mountain gate to receive teachings, and had not experienced it alone. They had not yet mastered the basics of monks. What tricks could they come up with?

Bao Hu is irritable by nature, but he dares not kill his fellow disciples in the street. At this moment, he changed his mind and wanted to beat Jing Hua until his nose was bruised and then humiliate him in public. On the one hand, it can avoid verbal disputes, and on the other hand, it can facilitate the detainment of hostages. Wait for Jing Furen to come to save him.

When you are a human being, you must hit it hard to exert your anger.

Ruyi's plan made a "crack" sound. Bao Hu's left fist came to Jing Hua and was about to hit.

Suddenly, the boy raised his left hand, and Bao Hu's eyes suddenly became dark, and a gray piece covered the surroundings. Countless powder rushed into his eyes, his nose, and some sprinkled on his lips, with a faint fragrance.

poison!

Bao Hu immediately closed his eyes tightly, but was still shocked. He raised his left hand with the trend, protected his head, hung his right hand horizontally, protected his chest and abdomen, kicked out with lightning, and headed straight for the "enemy" Dantian.

"Holding the Yin and Yang Legs of the Column" guards the defense and attack. If the opponent attacks at this time, it will not only be futile, but also have to take two whip legs.

"Swish!"

"Dang thump"

With one kick, Bao Hu stepped back quickly. He suddenly wiped his left hand towards his eyes, and he suffered too much loss without looking at things, so he had to reverse the decline first.

At this moment, a terrible wind blew over my face!

"call!"

The wind broke through the air, and the "enemy" came in a very fierce momentum. Bao Hu had no choice but to retreat with his left hand to protect his body. At the same time, he listened to the wind to identify the position and quickly hit him with his right fist.

"Bang!"

A hard object was crushed, not sure whether it was a clay pot or a medicine bottle. The hot medicine juice was sprinkled on the hands, and the tingling feeling surged.

"Swoosh!"

Bao Hu was slightly distracted, and the strong wind suddenly came from below, and the spiritual power around him fluctuated. The strong man knew that something was wrong, so he suddenly wanted to jump up and dodge, but unfortunately it was too late.

"bump!"

The vital points of the legs suddenly became numb, and then there was an unbearable severe pain.

"Ao"

Bao Hu staggered to the left, and his hands protected his descendants at the same time. No matter how powerful his martial arts were, he could not control his body at this moment. The big man's knees softened and he fell to the ground.

"Ah! Little macaque..."

Before he finished speaking, a loud bang came from his left ear.

"bump!"

Bao Hu opened his mouth, without making any sound, and turned over and fell down and fainted.

These few times of rabbits rising and falling, it was too fast. It was not until Jing Hua returned to the sidelines that the onlookers realized, and their eyes instantly became different.

"hiss"

"Shh"

The sound of air sucking comes one after another, and many people are getting older and forget to close them. The boy's methods are not new, such as sprinkling lime, squeezing the vagina, knocking on sticks, and making tricks that are vicious and vicious, and it is not too much to say that they are vulgar and shameless.

Originally, the small hit the big one, and the Wang family monks were hit, and the color sounds were constantly around. Now the streets are silent, and instead they are staring at each other.

Jing Hua walked back to the sidelines and turned around and happened to see Wang Fu.

The old man had been completely petrified. He stood in the corner, his eyes were dull, saliva dripped down the corner of his mouth, and a small piece of wet on his chest.

According to Wang Fu's idea, Mr. Bao was naturally able to take advantage of Jing Hua. He was a servant and did not dare to be rude to the monks, but Xiao Da was still there and could just use it to vent his anger.

Before the two of them could do anything, Wang Fu secretly approached Xiao**. After Bao Hu fell down, the old man's head turned into a paste. The situation in the field was clear, but he could not believe it. Mr. Bao fell so quickly. Could it be that he was having a nightmare?

When he looked at Jing Hua, Wang Fu couldn't help but tremble.

"No, no, no, no, don't go over there (you don't come here)......"

Wang Fu retreated in confusion, and tripped to the lying servant, and fell down with his feet facing the sky. The water stains on his crotch quickly magnified and spread around.
Chapter completed!