The thug who survived by chance was already so scared that his face was pale. Seeing Ning Xiu suddenly stopped moving, although he didn't know why, his will to survive made him turn around and flee in a panic without saying a word.

I just regret that my parents gave me two less legs.

In panic, like a dog who is stranded.

Ning Xiu, who came to his senses, looked up, kicked his right foot, and the steel knife under his feet flew out of the air

Whoosh!

The steel knife rubbed the man's earlobe, whizzed past, and finally nailed it to the door panel in front of him.

The handle of the knife shaking and buzzing.

The thug fell to the ground with a weak sole of his feet. He could not escape his life, but he was considered a bachelor. He kept kowtowing to Ning Xiu, begging for mercy like crying his father and mother.

"You can spare your life and take me to see One-eyed Zhang."

Seeing that he could survive, he agreed immediately without thinking. After a while, the two of them arrived at the dog fighting field where they had one-eyed eyes.

Listening to the barking of dogs coming from the front, Ning Xiu glanced at the thug beside him, broke his limbs and walked forward without looking back.

The thug fell to the ground with a bang and struggled in pain in the mud pit, just like Xiao Ran’s father before.

Half an hour later, people in the Guang'anmen area saw thick smoke rolling over the one-eyed dog fighting field and the fire spread continuously. Some people saw dozens of fighting dogs rushing out of it in the smoke and dust, more than one of them had bloody pieces of meat in their mouths.

After the fire was extinguished, someone found a one-eyed corpse in the dog fighting arena, which was already incomplete.

One-eyed Zhang thought he could get in touch with those so-called adults, but in fact, in the eyes of those adults, he was just a wild dog, and if he died, he would be a dead dog.

But it was a vicious case after all. The news was reported to the prefect of Sijiucheng on the second day, and seven or eight identical cases were reported together.

Those who died were famous bullies in Sijiu City.

With the action efficiency of these big men, God knows when will Ning Xiu be found.

At this time, Ning Xiu might have been on his way to the Sino-Foreign Exchange Competition.

......

"ah!"

Xiao Ran's father shouted, woke up from the severe pain, and found himself lying on the familiar bed.

His wife had red eyes, lay on the bow of the boat, and choked and said, "Amitabha, you, who is in charge, have finally woken up. You have been sleeping for a day and a night."

"Me, how could I be here?"

"By the way, where is the benefactor?"

Looking at her husband, the woman looked confused and said, "What kind of benefactor, I have something to ask you. Didn't I go to pay back the money yesterday? Why did I end up hurting? I was carrying you back."

"It's a strange thing. I heard in the morning that Mr. Zhang and his dog farm had a fire last night. Did you say that it had just rained yesterday? It's a strange thing that the fire could burn. Was it a thunder? What's even more strange is that the dog fighting in the dog farm went crazy and bit Mr. Zhang to death."

"Good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded with evil. The Buddha did not lie to us."

The woman attributed all the results to God's eyes, but Xiao Ran's father knew in his heart that this was not the case. He didn't know whether a good person would be rewarded, but he knew that the evil people would only be afraid of people who were more vicious than them.

He forced himself to hold up, looked around the room, and asked, "Where is Xiao Ran?"

"I went to burn incense early in the morning, so I asked her to go."

Outside the city, Xiangji Temple.

Amid the scent of cigarettes, a girl kneeled in front of the Buddha's seat, folded her hands together, and had a pious face.

"The trusted girl Hu Xiaoran wishes her benefactor to live a peaceful life, but asks the Bodhisattva for blessing."

As he said, he bowed to the ground.

......

On March 3, the sky is cloudy.

Do not take any other matters, and it is advisable to mourn and bury.

Today is not only the day when the Sino-foreign exchange competition begins, but also the day when the old man Sun is buried.

According to Old Man Sun's instructions before his death, he would be buried on the day when he "sees" the result of the competition.

At this time, the coffin was still parked in the lobby of the Chinese Martial Arts Association, waiting for the funeral.

Xingtian Mansion is the venue for the Sino-foreign exchange competition.

On the audience stage, all eyes were gathered on the person on the field.

Luo Hu held a three-numb-chalk in his hand, which was made up of three equal-length short iron sticks connected by iron rings. At this time, he folded it into a short stick and put it in his hand, about the length of his arm.

Since it is a Sino-foreign exchange competition, foreigners are naturally indispensable. The blond and muscular man who is known as the boxing champion is sitting on the contestant's seat with a golden sword on his face, with a proud look on his face.

Just before, it had already competed, and ended with Luo Hu admitting defeat.

In other words, if the next Chinese player to compete wants to challenge this foreign boxing champion, he must first defeat Luo Hu.

The dignity of foreign martial arts is protected by Chinese martial arts.

It's really ironic to think of it.

"Why haven't that kid come yet? Is it reliable?"

At the venue of the Chinese Martial Arts General Conference, a martial artist looked back at the gate of the venue from time to time, feeling a little worried.

Most of the other people around him meant this, with their faces full of confusion and uncertainty.

It is obvious that after Old Man Sun died, they lost their backbone. Most people even thought in their hearts that what can happen even if they come? The president can't beat Luo Hu. Could he do it?

"Give me peace of mind."

Mr. Li Shigan, honorary consultant of the Chinese Wushu Association who was responsible for leading the team, said in a deep voice. After saying this, he slowly closed his eyes again.

"Since the president believes in someone, I also choose to believe it."

......

Ning Xiu was walking alone on the road, carrying a big gun on his back. He set out early in the morning, but he was still on the road at this moment.

Before going to the competition venue, he went to his senior brother's house to visit his injuries, and went to the Chinese Martial Arts Association to worship Mr. Sun Sanyuan's mourning hall.

Along the way, what kept coming to his mind was the figure of a gun dancing under the moon.

Last night was Sha Zilong’s last dance.

After returning to the inn, Sha Zilong was still standing behind the counter as usual, looking through the account book without raising his head.

"Do you have to go tomorrow?"

Ning Xiu stopped, turned to look at Sha Zilong, and said, "I am a martial arts practitioner. When I encounter unjust things, I must stand up. This is my original intention of learning martial arts."

"I know, Master, you have always taught us to endure."

"You always say that you can stand for a while, and take a step back and the sky is wide open."

"Why can't they bear it for a while? If they take a step back, the sky will be wide open. Why do they always ask us to retreat?"

"The fact is that tolerance will only be a temporary step forward, and a step back will become more severe. The fifth senior brother is ruined, the eldest senior brother is also seriously injured and lying on the bed. Mr. Sun Sanyuan passed away even more."

"This time, I don't want to retreat."

Sha Zilong looked at Ning Xiu, who was still covered in blood, was silent for a moment, and said, "Come with me."

He still didn't teach the gun, but just practiced the soul-breaking gun over and over again in the backyard, never getting tired of it, and Ning Xiu stood by and watched for a whole night.

Ning Xiu saw not only his marksmanship, but also more.

Ning Xiu had observed Sha Zilong's unique breathing method before, and now he was even more amazed that the other party was not tired after dancing the gun all night.

He tried to imitate and immerse himself in it. He waited until the first ray of sunlight hit his face, and then he realized that it was dawn.

Sha Zilong handed the big gun in his hand that he had followed him for the rest of his life to Ning Xiu, and then said something to Ning Xiu.

He said

"This gun is a legend they call. It stands in this world without defeat. Now it's handed over to you."
Chapter completed!