Metropolis: I use Chinese martial arts to sweep the world

Put on your clothes, get up, and open the door.

Chu Fan finally had a good memory and didn't run out naked again.

After the door opened, the familiar red leather jacket and black leather pants, big wavy curly hair, and a beautiful smile bloomed.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Yan Wushuang greeted Chu Fan like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"I don't think so. It's getting dark. It's not good to say it for a lonely man and a widow!" Chu Fan said coldly.

"Stingy little man!" Yan Wushuang chuckled, bypassed Chu Fan, turned around and got into the room.

"Your warehouse is quite big, and it's quite clean, not bad." Yan Wushuang took off the red leather jacket while looking around, revealing the navel-baring low-cut T-shirt he was wearing underneath.

Chu Fan followed in, took a look, sat down on the sofa, and whispered: "You are not bad!"

Yan Wushuang was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Chu Fan looked at the unclear woman in front of him inexplicably.

"I'm laughing, Xia Mo is right, I can piss you off with just one word!" Yan Wushuang was out of breath and happy, clapping his legs and stomping his feet.

Chu Fan rolled his eyes, "Tell me, why do you want me?"

"Boring!" Seeing Chu Fan's impatient look, Yan Wushuang regained his composure, "I was entrusted by others, Xia Mo asked me to bring you a sentence."

"Tomorrow's final battle at the Black Tiger Boxing Gym, Xia Mo will contact major TV stations to broadcast it live to justify the name of the martial arts. I hope you prepare well."

"Oh, I got it!" This matter did not exceed Chu Fan's expectations, because of his life-saving grace, Xia Mo will definitely support him in this matter.

"There is one thing I want you to know. Xia Mo's identity is unusual, she..." Yan Wushuang hesitated, but still wanted to tell Chu Fan about Xia Mo's identity.

Chu Fan waved his hand, "Her identity is not important, to me, she is my friend!"

Yan Wushuang glanced at Chu Fan unexpectedly, "Is it just a friend?"

Chu Fan turned over and fell on the sofa, "It has nothing to do with you, please close the door when you go out."

"No one dares to talk to me like that!" Yan Wushuang suddenly looked cold, "I didn't care about you saving Xia Mo last time, and I will teach you a lesson this time."

Immediately, he kicked his feet on the ground, raised his palms as knives, and slashed at Chu Fan who was lying down.

"Crazy!" Chu Fan cursed angrily, turned over quickly, and jumped behind the sofa.

"boom!"

The delicate jade hand was chopped off, and the sofa was split in two by a palm.

"Are you serious?" Chu Fan was stunned for a moment, feeling dizzy looking at the broken sofa.

This crazy woman, if she said she would turn her back, she would turn her back.

I also have to make the floor at night.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and let me weigh the weight of the God of War in white clothes!" Yan Wushuang shouted sharply, with a figure like a butterfly fluttering around, she continued to attack Chu Fan with a wave of her palm.

"Okay!" Chu Fan gritted his teeth.

Destroy my bed, life and death.

Three-character horse, punching with a cross.

Chu Fan started with the ultimate move of Wing Chun boxing, fast attack, straight hit from the center line, and heavy punching.

"Good time!" Yan Wushuang's eyes lit up, his palms changed again, his left and right hands changed, one yin and one yang.

"Bang bang bang!" Chu Fan didn't take advantage of the three collisions in succession.

Every time a heavy punch was thrown, it was deflected by Yan Wushuang's skillful power with the empty palm of his left hand, and then he could counterattack with the solid palm of his right hand.

"Six Suns Palm of Tianshan Mountain!" Chu Fan exclaimed, although he hadn't seen the whole picture, but based on the few moves he had fought so far, Chu Fan concluded that it was the Six Suns Palm of Tianshan Mountain without a doubt.

The method of Tianshan Liuyang palm movement is very special, which belongs to the combination of yin and yang.

One yin and one yang are layered on the left and right palms, one palm is the main attack and the other is the main defense.

The opening gesture is similar to the center line theory of Wing Chun, so Chu Fan recognized it at a glance.

"I have some knowledge, come again!" Yan Wushuang was full of fighting spirit, and finally met a comparable opponent, so he must have a good fight today.

"I really thought the young master was afraid of you!" Chu Fan also got really angry, and for no reason, he came to the door and beat him up, a man couldn't bear it.

With both arms exerted force, the blue veins popped up, Chu Fan no longer held back his hands.

"Heh!" Dodging Yan Wushuang's right hand slashing at his neck, Chu Fan dodged and came behind Yan Wushuang, pressed Yan Wushuang's upper body with his left arm, swung his right hand to the back and slapped it a dozen times.

The shadow of the palm is like the wind, as fast as lightning.

"Ah!" Yan Wushuang let out a shy cry of pain, lying powerlessly on Chu Fan's bowed lap, feeling numb all over.

"What are you doing?" A crisp voice made Yan Wushuang, who was lying on his stomach, stand up suddenly.

Ignoring the pain behind her, she hurriedly looked where the sound came from.

Seeing Chu Chu who was curious with her big eyes flapping.

Yan Wushuang's face turned red immediately, and he didn't know whether to cover his back or his face with his hands.

"It's okay, it's okay, my brother is treating my sister!" Chu Fan explained with an embarrassed face.

"You still see a doctor?" Chu Chu had a questioning expression on her face.

"Yes, my brother studied medicine in the early years." Chu Fan walked over a few steps, pulled Chu Chu and walked towards the bedroom.

"Don't you see a doctor for your sister?" Chu Chu asked Chu Fan while turning her head.

"Sister is cured, you can go on your own!" Chu Fan quickly dragged Chu Chu into the bedroom without looking back.

Yan Wushuang gritted his teeth and looked at Chu Fan's leaving back, feeling angry and ashamed in his heart.

It has been more than 20 years, when did I suffer such insults.

Gritting his teeth, he glanced bitterly at Chu Fan's huddled bedroom, picked up his red leather jacket, turned and left the warehouse.

It's just the beginning, it's not over yet!
Chu Fan lay on the bedroom window, watched Yan Wushuang go out, and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Why are you sighing?" Chu Chu stared at Chu Fan curiously.

"No...it's nothing." Chu Fan blushed, "Go to sleep, brother will take you to a fun place tomorrow!"

"Oh." Chu Chu agreed, "Can I not disassemble the sofa when I see a doctor next time?"

"Huh, huh?" Chu Fan agreed only to realize something was wrong.

This person is so cute as a kid, it seems that she can't treat her like a child.

"But why does Yan Wushuang know the martial arts, and why is his cultivation so high?" Chu Fan rubbed his chin and fell into deep thought.

Appliance repair shop in Old Town.

"Dang, clang, clang!" The crisp knock on the door was extraordinarily loud in the silent street.

"Who is coming at this late?" Accompanied by the sound of slippers in a hurry, the iron door creaked open.

"Who are you looking for, what are you looking for?" the woman rubbed her sleepy eyes, looking at the strange combination of one tall and one short, a pockmarked face and a pair of sunglasses in front of her.

"Oh, I'm sorry to bother you. We are on our way. A generator in our hand has broken down. I want to ask the owner of this shop to come and have a look. The price is negotiable and the matter is urgent. Please help me." The pockmarked man smiled. Said.

"That's it, then you've run away for nothing." The woman yawned, stretched her waist and continued: "Usually, we must help with this matter, but now the head of our family has gone out and is not here. I can try my luck elsewhere.”

Said the woman turned around and was about to enter the house and close the door.

"Crack!" The tall man blocked the door that was about to close with his shoes.

The woman frowned and was about to reprimand.

"Please wait a moment!" The man with the pockmarked face hurriedly said, "Could you please borrow two sets of tools from us? It's hard for us to find someone at this time. Try it yourself and see if you can repair it?"

"Oh, it's really troublesome, okay, okay, I don't understand those things, you can take it yourself if you think it's useful, leave me some money as a deposit, and return the tools to you." The woman said impatiently, turning around go to the house.

The pockmarked man and the tall man looked at each other, turned around and walked in.

Turn around and close the door.

"You..." The woman was startled when she heard the sound of closing the door, and hurriedly turned her head.

All I saw was the tall man taking off his sunglasses, his eyes turned into circles of halos, deep and complex.

Dizzy, the woman sat on the ground.

"Okay, you can ask!" The tall man leaned against the wall and put on his sunglasses, panting slightly.

The pockmarked man glanced at the confused woman, knelt down and asked, "Where did the glasses go?"

"I said I was going to buy electrical accessories." The woman replied heavily, completely unconscious.

"Where did you go to buy accessories?" the pockmarked man asked patiently.

"Usually it will be in Kaiyuan District, or it may go to Daqing District, he didn't say." The woman said slowly with her eyes closed.

The pock-marked man frowned, stood up and walked around the room.

Found the computer on the table.

Walked closer and disassembled the host.

He took a look at the tall man, turned around and went out together.

The two had just left when the woman stood up hastily.

Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, he ran into the house shivering, took out a special mobile phone and sent a message.

"People have left, it's safe!"

After sending the message, he let out a long breath and fell to the ground.

Suddenly the woman's face turned pale, and at some point there were two figures on the ground.

Looking up, the pockmarked man and the tall man stood leisurely at the door, looking at her with a smile on their faces.