Dorobel House.

In the dim room, candlelight was shaking.

Dorobel sat upright, stretched out his index finger and played with the candlelight in front of him. The fire shone out another shadow behind him.

"The Sino-foreign martial arts exchange conference is about to begin."

"Do you think that Pattonis under Viscount Buck can win?"

Luo Hu was silent.

Dorobel turned his head and looked at it, with a smile on his face.

"He has to win."

"There will be three places in the Chinese Martial Arts Association. One of the places in the past is used as auditions, and the other two places are in the hands of your master, Mr. Sun Sanyuan, the president of the Chinese Martial Arts Association."

"I heard that one of the invitation letters was sent to Shajia Inn."

"Shazilong?!" Luo Hu finally reacted, his pupils shrank slightly and he spoke.

Dorobel waved his hand and smiled, "Don't worry, this old guy Sha Zilong knows the right way. The one who got the invitation was his eldest disciple named Wang Sansheng."

"You also know that Chinese martial arts always stand behind Li Zhongtang. We can't do anything randomly, at least not on the surface." Dorobel said this and paused, stretched out his hand to cover half of his head and laughed out loud. "You said that he, a leader of the Westernization faction, came over to maintain the so-called Chinese martial arts, which is funny or not."

contradiction.

In this era of drastic changes and turbulence, every Chinese is full of contradictions.

Luo Hu, who has practiced martial arts since childhood, is one of them.

He clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "I'll go and get the invitation back."

"There are too many places in the competition. After solving the problem of Wang Sansheng, you go to the Chinese Martial Arts Association. Your master is old, so be more considerate. The Chinese Martial Arts Association will be handed over to you in the future."

Luo Hu was silent for a moment, turned around and left the room.

......

There are five days left before the Sino-foreign martial arts exchange conference.

In order to maintain his condition, Wang Sansheng has been punching in the underground boxing where he was supporting the field these days.

Unfortunately, in the area of ​​Black Street, few people are his opponents.

"Are there anyone willing to come down?"

On the ring, Wang Sansheng looked at the boxer in the distance. No one dared to come down. His words were hard, but his fist was even harder. Just now he broke the teeth of a boxer's mouth.

No one made a sound. He glanced at it, his eyes showed a look of disappointment. He picked up the jacket on the ground and decided to leave. The audience was also ready to end.

"I'll do it."

Just then, a voice came from outside the door.

Wang Sansheng raised his head and looked at the sound. The person who came was a 1.9-meter-old man. His muscles bulged the other person's clothes, and his whole body exuded a fierce aura.

It gives Wang Sansheng the feeling of being a fierce tiger, and a peerless tiger out of the cage!

And his name also happened to contain the word "tiger".

"Go up." Wang Sansheng raised his hand and said in a deep voice.

The person who comes is not good, so it is just right for sharpening the knife.

"Weapon fight, life and death, dare to take it?" Luo Hu jumped onto the ring, grinned, revealing his white teeth.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at Wang Sansheng on the stage, and all the people watching the boxing were back. The main board of the underground boxing, Wang Sansheng's boss, had already opened the market.

At this time, Wang Sansheng was no longer allowed to refuse.

After fighting in the black street for so many years, Wang Sansheng has fought a lot of life and death.

He stared at Luo Hu and said, "Okay, this is something you asked for, what weapon are you using?"

"Today I happened to see how many pounds and pounds the great disciple of Sha Zilong is." Luo Hu took out the nunchao from behind and spoke.

Looking at the opponent's weapons, Wang Sansheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and the nunchao was not something that could be picked up at will.

Wang Sansheng looked at the crossbow, shook his gun, and looked serious.

Luo Hu stood there, standing still, and had no intention of taking the initiative.

The two sides were in a stalemate, and Wang Sansheng couldn't help feeling a little irritated. In order to get rid of these unnecessary emotions, he played a gun and launched an attack.

Wang Sansheng pulled the gun and bowed forward, and the tip of the gun rushed straight to Luo Hu's throat.

The spear tassel made a red spin, shaking people's eyes.

At this time, Luo Hu moved.

The whole person was like a tiger going down the mountain. He slightly turned his body, and instead of retreating, the spear head was rubbing his neck, and a slight blood mark was passed.

He bullied himself and hung up the three nunst sticks in his hand, and then flirted with Wang Sansheng's hand.

Bang, bang, two crisp sounds.

Wang Sansheng's mouth hurt. As soon as he let go of his hands, he grabbed them again and rolled forward, and the gun and the tip of the gun stabbed towards Luo Hu's middle part.

Luo Hu's eyes showed a fierce light, and the lower one blocked the gun, which was about to be pulled back.

Finally, he turned over and over Wang Sansheng, and hit Wang Sansheng directly in the back of the head with one blow.

Wang Sansheng only felt a "buzzing" sound in his head, and scarlet blood remained along his head. He had no time to react and hit him with another stick.

It was like an iron rod ringing a bell, buzzing.

Bang.

The red tassel spear in his hand fell to the ground.

Wang Sansheng knelt down.

"So you won't be the Soul-Breaking Spear?"

At this time, Wang Sansheng was already confused and naturally could not answer. Then he seemed to hear the boss's shout, and finally he went down with a loud bang.

Luo Hu looked at Wang Sansheng who was lying in a pool of blood, but did not finish the attack. He reached out and touched his neck, which hurt.

If the shot just now was a little deeper, then he would be the one who fell to the ground at this moment.

In real competitions, the outcome is often in a moment.

The moon stick and the year knife will be a lifelong gun.

It is the least easy to see the gun!

Even if Wang Sansheng did not have the Soul-Breaking Spear, the sting just now was worthy of Luo Hu's admiration.

His mission is nothing more than to eliminate those who may threaten the Sino-foreign martial arts exchange conference in advance. He respects martial arts and respects warriors like Wang Sansheng, so he did not take any action.

Luo Hu squatted, found the invitation letter from Wang Sansheng's short jacket, put it in his arms, and turned around and left.

No one here dared to stop him.

After that, he did not go home, but went straight to the direction of the Chinese Martial Arts Association.

And today, it happens that the Martial Arts Association will hold a ring competition and decide the third place to participate.

Ning Xiu took a leave early, found out the location of the Wushu General Association, went there alone, and finally stopped in front of a building.

Ning Xiu looked up and found that there was a large sign "Chinese Martial Arts Association" on the top of the building.

The building's door is also very wide, completely open and very wide.

As soon as Ning Xiu walked into the hall, he was quaint and the flags of various martial arts schools hung on the walls.

"Are you here to participate in the selection competition? Don't watch it randomly, and don't touch it randomly. The registration place is ahead, follow me closely."

At this moment, a voice came from my ears.
Chapter completed!