As soon as Hou Hua arrived at the door, he saw a young and beautiful girl holding an old man with a white head down from a yellow Volkswagen Po1o. The girl had a nose, white skin as white as snow, and was wearing a white chiffon shirt on the upper body and red trousers on the lower body. Her whole body was filled with a youthful atmosphere. Hou Zheng, who was standing behind Hou Hua, looked straight. Although the old man the girl was holding was gray, it was shining with silver light, just like the hair on the snow monkey on Mount Emei.

It looks crystal clear and bright. Apart from his whiteness, the agile eyes on his face are not as turbid as those of an elderly man, but are wise and changeable in his eyes. Although the old man's body is a little hunched, it is not like ordinary elderly people. Because of osteoporosis, he is slightly bent in his body like a monkey. Therefore, every move in his body gives people the charm of a monkey king, as if an unknown aura is brewing deep in his soul.

Hou Hua saw the old man hurriedly coming forward to support the old man's hand, lowered his head and said respectfully: "My unfilial disciple Hou Hua pays homage to Master. I wonder what is the key to Master coming today?"

A sudden burst of inspiration appeared in the old man's eyes, and he glanced at Hou Hua and said, "Little Monkey, why are you so polite today? Just come to your place to take a look, it won't cause any trouble for you."

Although Hou Hua spoke respectfully, his heart was cursed. This old man didn't even give me the secrets behind him. Someone rushed over in a hurry today. Those who didn't know thought that I had not given enough filial piety in the past. Even if Hou Zheng felt sinister, he would not dare to show it. He still said respectfully: "Teacher, today my disciple is going to compete with others here, so I hope you forgive me for some inappropriate reception."

"It's okay, I'm just taking Rong'er to take a walk. You guys do your business. I've been cultivating myself for many years." Hou Zheng turned into a dog-legged position to show his attention to the girl named Rong'er beside him. Miss Rong'er seemed to be a little interested in Hou Zheng. Although her face was calm, her body was still a little resistant.

When Hou Xin and Ronger visited the club, Zhang Jian finally took a taxi downstairs of Hou Xinshe. After tidying up her shirt, Zhang Jian walked into the gate of Hou Xinshe and came to the bar at the gate and handed over the invitations he bought on the road. The bar girl just saw a masculine handsome guy coming here and thought he was here to exercise, but when she saw the two big words written in the red pen on the invitation, she suddenly thought of what the president explained dozens of minutes ago, someone came to kick the restaurant today. So she looked at Zhang Jian with a curious and pity look. She really couldn't figure out why a good young man wanted to die. The president is a martial artist who can kick iron sticks with one kick. He can beat ten people at one time.

Zhang Jian could read the meaning of her attempt to persuade her from the little sister's eyes, so he said in a calm tone: "Don't be nervous, it's just an ordinary exchange, there will be no problem." Zhang Jian's words were like magic, which sootheed the little girl's mood at the bar. So Zhang Jian followed her to the second floor competition venue prepared by Hou Hua.

Hou Hua, who followed Mr. Hou Xin to visit the honor room on the fifth floor, received a report from his subordinates. He knew that Zhang Jian was waiting below, so he said to Mr. Hou Xin: "Master, the person who kicked the restaurant is here. I'll go and entertain you now. I'll let Hou Zheng accompany you."

Old Man Hou Xin suddenly closed his eyes, sensed the blood around him, and then said in a tired voice: "Fang Zheng has nothing to do, let me go and take a look with you." Rong'er, who had been standing by for a long time, said to Hou Hua excitedly: "Uncle Hou, can I go and take a look together? Rong'er has never seen such an interesting thing in martial arts competition, and Senior Brother Hou Zheng must also want to learn." Although Hou Zheng didn't want to see Zhang Jian's face at all, the invitation from the junior sister was undeniable, so she gritted her teeth and said to Hou Hua: "Master, do you think..."

"Okay, let's go together. I want to see who the sacred dared to go to my territory!" Hou Hua knew that he could not stop them, so he went to the competition venue on the second floor. Hou Xin's eyes looked at Hou Hua deeply, and there seemed to be an unknown meaning in his eyes.

Zhang Jian meditated with his legs, closed his eyes and focused, and quietly waited for Hou Hua's arrival on the sidelines. The members on the side heard that there was a competition, and pointed at Zhang Jian in groups of three or three, as if mocking him for being overestimated. At this time, Zhang Jian's perception, the elevator entrance on the second floor opened, and several martial artists were full of blood. The leading blood had reached the peak of body refining, which was even higher than Lin Rui, and was close to the perfect state of body refining. The second position should be the guy Hou Zheng, whose blood was in the shape of a small baboon, which was very interesting. The most important thing was the third person, which should be an old man led by a girl, that is, his blood gave Zhang Jian a round and free feeling, just like a monkey ginseng Buddha giving Zhang Jian a faint pressure.

Hou Hua saw Zhang Jian next to the venue at a glance, thinking that he was the new member of the club today, and the intuition of the warrior told him that Zhang Jian was an ordinary person, so he stepped forward and said bluntly to Zhang Jian: "Boy, which coach is the student you are? Have you seen the guy who came to play the club today?" Zhang Jian opened his eyes and looked at Hou Hua speechlessly. Even Hou Zheng, whose mouth was opened behind him, whose mouth was a little twitching, and Hou Xin, who was twitching behind him, were speechless at this guy.

Zhang Jian stood up and clasped his fists at Hou Hua, and said calmly: "President Hou, I am the guy who kicked the hall today. But there is a reason. I came here today mainly because of the Taekwondo Hall in Xihu District. I want the president to be able to open the door and let those homeless teenagers go."

Hou Huaxian was here to kick the kiosk. He was stunned at first, then stopped Zhang Jian's words with anger, and said with a pale face: "If you can beat me, I won't cause trouble for them today."

"What about the future?"

"Boy, I admire you for having the courage to come here to give you a chance. Don't be shameless." Hou Hua walked to the center of the competition venue in anger, looked around and shouted: "Why are you laughing? Today your punishment is doubled!" Hou Zheng, who was standing aside, he hesitated for a moment, and wanted to remind his master that the man in front of him was very terrifying, but he was about to say it, but Hou Xin raised his hand to stop him. Facing Hou Zheng's confused expression, the old man Hou Xin shook his head helplessly and said: "Today I want to teach him a lesson. Even if Xiaohua is my disciple, he has been used to being so generous to these, so now he has been thinking about some external evil ways and throwing the spirit of the warrior into it."

Hou Hua casually made a starting move and said indifferently: "Since you are on the competition venue, I will allow you to go down intact." Zhang Jian looked at Hou Hua who was like a clown in front of him, and then looked at the old man Hou Xin on the sidelines. So the momentum on his body began to gradually spread out, and a terrifying pressure hit the unprepared Hou Hua like a huge tsunami. Hou Hua was knocked down by the pressure at once, but he was a warrior at the peak of body refining, and stood up with Zhang Jian's momentum with shock. He didn't expect that Zhang Jian, who was still a little white rabbit just now, suddenly turned into a man-eating tiger, and he was like a small boat bumping in the waves. Even moving in Zhang Jian's invisible momentum.

Shame, this is shame. A strong sense of humiliation filled Hou Hua's mind, so he reached out and took out a dark blue potion from his arms and pierced it into the blood vessels on his left shoulder. Suddenly, a powerful corrosive force on Hou Hua's body exploded from his heart, and his aura could begin to compete with Zhang Jian. A dark blue monkey appeared behind him and expanded little by little into a two-meter-high Vajra. The flesh and blood of this Vajra shrank, revealing the gray bones inside, giving people the feeling of a demon ape escaping from hell. Hou Xin on the sidelines suddenly stood up and exclaimed: "This is a magic potion, how can it still exist?"

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