Qin Song's words immediately angered everyone.

One of the martial artists in charge of teaching came forward and shouted angrily: "Rareless, who are you? How dare you talk nonsense here and destroy the reputation of my Qijia Martial Arts School."

Qin Song looked calm and gentle: "It's easy to say, just a scholar from Qiantang County, Qin Song is the same!"

"Hahaha, it turns out that he is a poor scholar. Are you stupid in your studies?"

"Do you understand what martial arts are?"

"Do you understand whether your master leads you into the door? Is it personal truth that you practice?"

"Agou has studied here for more than two years, but he is stupid. Who can blame him?"

A crowd of people in the martial arts hall attacked him, with sarcastic words.

Qin Song was not in a hurry and said with a confident look: "Okay, since you said Agou's qualifications are poor, then, who is the best qualified person present?"

"What do you mean?"

"I am not talented, I am willing to challenge you..."

"Just you?"

"You are right, not the classmate who is here, but the classmate who is here..."

Qin Song pointed at Mo Ziming slowly: "Brother Mo and I were studying in the same academy, and I have practiced a few skills in my spare time."

At this time, it was Mo Ziming's turn to perform.

"Everyone!" Mo Ziming clasped his fists and said, "I am not targeting anyone, but I am saying that everyone present is not worthy of being called martial artists..."

"Boy, what did you say?"

"Is there a way to say something?"

"Do you dare to play in Qijia Martial Arts Hall?"

"Don't you want to live?"

For a moment, the entire martial arts hall became booming, and a group of martial artists and apprentices were ready to fight, and they were in a situation where they wanted to tear Mo Ziming apart.

"It's useless to just talk, you guys go together!"

Mo Ziming hooked his finger contemptuously.

"Who is causing trouble here?"

At this moment, an angry shout came.

"Master!"

The disciples rushed forward to greet each other.

"Brother, these two guys came to kick the house."

A martial artist raised his hand and pointed at Mo Ziming and the others.

"Nonsense, we are here to seek justice... Are you the director of Qijia Martial Arts Hall?"

Mo Ziming glanced at Qi Xingwu and asked.

"That's right, it's Qi. What do you two scholars do when you run to my martial arts hall? This is not the place you stay..."

"Scholars are naturally reasonable when they come to you. You are using the martial arts hall's signature to make money, which is really a misleading child.

Ah Gou has been studying with you for more than two years, but she has not learned any real skills.

If he knew about it, he would refund the tuition he paid ten times, and apologize in front of the people of the town, saying that your Qijia Martial Arts Club is a fraud in money..."

When Qi Xingwu heard this, his face changed.

This sounds so familiar?

This guy is not too stupid. He woke up for a moment and couldn't help but laugh: "I understand, you must be the ones found by the Yao family?

Is the Yao family's mind sucking? Find two poor scholars to play in my house?"

Hearing this, Mo Ziming said coldly: "Since you insist on playing the restaurant, then this restaurant will be decided today."

After saying that, he walked to the scene and pointed at Qi Xingwu: "If you have the ability, it proves that your martial arts school has not misled everyone's children."

"Rareless, what qualifications do you have to challenge my master? Let me meet you."

A disciple rushed down in anger.

"Afa, start with a lighter approach, these scholars are not allowed to fight."

Qi Xingwu said lightly.

"Don't worry, Master, I have a proper attitude."

After saying that, he rushed towards Mo Ziming like an arrow, trying to take a step forward and throw Mo Ziming over his shoulder.

"Dong~"

But as soon as he reached out, Mo Ziming underestimated the punch in the abdomen.

The boy immediately sweated heavily in pain and squatted on the ground and couldn't speak.

"Hahaha, these are the disciples you taught from the martial arts school? I'm so stunning. Are there any ones a little stronger?"

Qin Song laughed like a hilarious person on the fire.

"Master, let the disciple come!"

A tall and strong disciple walked out with a gloomy face.

This disciple has been studying in the martial arts hall for six years and is outstanding in talent. He is the strongest among the disciples.

"Yeah~"

This time, Qi Xingwu just responded from his nose.

Because he finally began to feel a little uncomfortable...

Sure enough, the disciple had not even had a single move. As soon as he made a move, he still lost his combat power after he was punched in the abdomen.

"Hahahahahahahaha...it's so funny..."

Qin Song burst into laughter again.

Mo Ziming shouted at Qi Xingwu and others: "Don't waste time, you all go together."

"Boy, you're so arrogant!"

Seeing that something was wrong, a martial artist took a knife from the knife holder and slashed it fiercely.

"clang!"

In a shocked look, Mo Ziming actually pushed forward with bare hands.

With one punch, the knife was knocked away.

The martial artist hugged his right arm and made a pig cry in pain.

"What? Director Qi dare not take action, right?"

Mo Ziming glanced at Qi Xingwu and asked coldly.

"Boy, who are you?"

Not to mention, Qi Xingwu is really unsure.

After all, Mo Ziming was moving too fast, and it was difficult for him to see clearly.

If he loses in front of all the disciples, wouldn’t he lose all his face and his majesty?

Once it spreads, the reputation of the martial arts center will inevitably plummet and its business will be greatly affected.

"You're talking too much nonsense, please see what you want..."

Mo Ziming began to take the initiative.

Now, Qi Xingwu had to force his hair to attack.

The result...two moves!

Mo Ziming beat him down in just two moves.

This is because Mo Ziming left some face for the other party, and he didn't use his ultimate move. Otherwise, he would definitely be a flash sale.

Of course, we can't say that Qi Xingwu is too useless, because Mo Ziming is too strong.

Judging from martial arts alone, his realm has almost entered the innate realm.

If you break through again, you will be the legendary martial arts entering the Tao.

"What? Are you convinced?"

Mo Ziming asked, looking at Qi Xingwu, who had not yet fully recovered from his senses.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"

Qi Xingwu jumped up suddenly and swung his punch.
To be continued...