Urban Horror House

As soon as Zhang Xiaobo finished speaking, he became dissatisfied with the tourists who had been patient with the middle-aged man.

"What kind of quality, but also jumping in line and insulting the staff?"

"That's right, they don't understand etiquette at all. It is because of you that Hua people are despised overseas!"

"What are they talking about? Suffering? Who doesn't suffer? Thinking that if you have some status, you can have privileges? The privileged person who fell in this haunted house is not small!"

"Keep your voice down so they don't hear you."

"What's the matter if they hear it? I just want to say it! I can do it myself, and I don't let others tell me. Is there such a reason in this world?"

The tourists who lined up neatly began to criticize.

Several old people all lowered their faces.

They are the grand masters of the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association, they are tall and powerful, and they are all big shots from all walks of life. When will they put ordinary people in their eyes, let alone be reprimanded and criticized by others!
"To shut up!"

Scolding the middle-aged man angrily sounded like thunder.

Turning around, he glanced coldly at the crowd.

The scene became quiet.

"If you want to line up, just line up. Don't open your mouth indiscriminately, or I will recognize you, but not my fist!" said the middle-aged man.

Everyone was frightened and dared not speak.

"I don't know how to lift!"

After the middle-aged man finished cursing, he caught a glimpse of the bigwigs from the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association looking at him impatiently, his heart skipping a beat.

So he hurriedly turned around and approached Zhang Xiaobo, threatening in a low voice.

"It's only 10 minutes, and it's already eight o'clock. The masters behind me don't have time to talk to you here, so hurry up, or you'll break your legs!"

"No, please go to line up."

Zhang Xiaobo disagreed.

"you wanna die!"

The middle-aged man raised his palm and slapped Zhang Xiaobo, but the latter grabbed his wrist like lightning, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

My own arm, at least with a strength of more than 300 jin, was caught by a little furry boy at this moment!

The expressions of several elders also changed slightly.

Each of them is a master of ancient martial arts, so they naturally knew the strength of the middle-aged man, but they didn't see Zhang Xiaobo's strength at all.

Looking at it now, I can't help being shocked.

All the elders thought that Zhang Xiaobo was hiding too well, and there was no trace of practicing ancient martial arts.

But the old man in Tang suit narrowed his eyes and murmured three words: "Cultivator?"

At this moment, the onlookers were even more amazed.

"Hey, brother can!"

"Damn, it's really a master among the people!"

"Little handsome guy, don't be afraid of that person, our sisters will support you!"

The last sentence was said by the eldest sister who was lying on the big waves when the door was just opened, and then blew a kiss to Zhang Xiaobo.

Zhang Xiaobo's whole body trembled, and the force on his palm immediately relaxed.

Seeing the opportunity, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his foot and kicked Zhang Xiaobo's shin!
This kick used the strength of a middle-aged man's milk, wishing to rub all his muscles into a ball, throw them all out, and smash the bastard in front of him to death!
Let him lose face, unforgivable!

Zhang Xiaobo also noticed something strange, but it was too late to react.

"Brother!"

Zhang Xihui exclaimed and rushed up quickly.

But her speed is also too slow.

The big foot of the middle-aged man was about to kick Zhang Xiaobo's calf, breaking him into a broken bone.

A strange change appeared.

The feet of the middle-aged man froze instantly.

As if someone had pressed the freeze button, it stopped motionless in mid-air.

Everyone was stunned.

The legs of the middle-aged man hanging in the air twitched continuously.

"what happened?"

The elders of the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association looked at each other in blank dismay.

Zhang Xiaobo and Zhang Xihui were equally puzzled.

The onlookers expressed that they did not understand.

next moment.

Even more incredible things happened.

The middle-aged man fell to the ground with a bang, his hands hugged his right leg tightly, and kept rolling back and forth on the ground.

The blue veins on his forehead were bulging, and beads of sweat were seeping out layer by layer.

"Who's pretending to be a ghost?"

Sun Zhiwei, who was wearing a suit, stared blankly, and shouted in a deep voice.

"Dare to make trouble at the door of our haunted house, and say that I am pretending to be a ghost, you really give me face!"

Following a voice, Chen Sixian appeared.

"Master!"

Zhang Xiaobo and Zhang Xihui looked happy.

"Big brother is here!"

A smile appeared on Xiao Ling'er's face.

"Hehe, it's finally here."

Waiting in the corner, Yu Ji, who was watching the battle carefully, also nodded slightly.

"Boss, the boss of the haunted house is here!"

"This handsome boss is a master of martial arts, let's see how arrogant they are!"

"It's clear that you are a bully! Don't face it!"

When people saw Chen Sixian approaching, they recognized him as the owner of the haunted house, and began to whisper to each other, the voices became more and more intense.

The faces of several old men were slightly gloomy.

The leader of the old man in Tang suit looked at Chen Sixian and said, "Little brother, you broke someone's leg just after you came here. It seems not good to be so hostile at such a young age!"

"Break your leg, you're joking"

Chen Sixian glanced at the middle-aged man who was rolling on the ground, and said calmly: "I'm just giving him a little punishment, and he won't break his leg."

"Better so!"

The old man in Tang suit snorted coldly, but didn't say much.

As the vice president of the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association, he doesn't bother to meddle in the affairs of a servant, and Chen Sixian's background is not simple.

The other elders were also silent.

But Sun Zhiwei, who was dressed in a high-end suit and was usually arrogant, didn't care about this.

Sun Zhiwei stared directly at Chen Sixian coldly, and shouted: "Boy, it is too serious for you to be punished slightly! You are morally corrupt and shameless. You should put it in the past. Now that you do such inhuman things, you will never Stand here properly, and talk to us without shame!"

Hearing the words, several old men nodded secretly.

They don't take Sun Zhiwei too seriously, but they have to admit that Sun Zhiwei's temper, in their opinion, is much better with you.

Chen Sixian looked at him with a cold light in his eyes.

The information in my mind has already revealed the identity of this person!
Name: Sun Zhiwei
Status: Consultant of Jiangnan Martial Arts Association

Cultivation level: Guwu Grandmaster Realm
Kung Fu: Eagle Claw Kung Fu, Iron Cloth Shirt
Background introduction: He used to be a farm boy with high talent in martial arts. He was favored by the martial arts world. After being taught by a famous teacher, he broke through to the master level and became a member of the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association. There are dozens of names under him, Zhou Ying and Shen Tong all died because of this person.

At this moment, Zhou Ying and Shen Tong, who were waiting by the side of the haunted house, looked at Sun Zhiwei even more.

Chen Sixian looked at Sun Zhiwei, and said coldly: "Old man, you say that I am morally corrupt and don't want to think about myself?"