Ultimate Soldiers

Chapter 194
"No, he sent Director Guo and the others away because he was obviously planning to actually negotiate with us, so let's just wait. If he really wants to harm us later, then he will seek death himself."

Zhou Xuebing shook his head lightly.

"Bingge is very angry today." Liangzi stared at Zhou Xuebing for a while, and thought to himself.

Just now when Zhou Xuebing asked for a hand, the method was much more ruthless than Liangzi imagined, and ever since he came to Fumanlou, Liangzi felt that Zhou Xuebing seemed to have changed, he was no longer familiar with him, that cynical Instead, he became a terrifying existence exuding ice-cold.

In fact, not only Liangzi felt this, but even Zhao Changrong, who was sitting in the box beside the hall, also felt it.

"Hey, this kid is interesting."

Grinning, Zhao Changrong's eyes burst out with a strong fighting spirit.

No one else knew why Zhou Xuebing was so ruthless today, but Zhao Changrong knew that Zhou Xuebing obviously felt his presence, so he did it on purpose. Firstly, he lost the upper hand when he started, and secondly, it was because Zhou Xuebing wanted to take the opportunity to test his reality.

I am afraid that only Zhou Xuebing and Zhao Changrong can feel this kind of induction.

"Xiao Su, do you want to go out together?"

Zhao Changrong suddenly looked solemn, and stood up again.

Su Lide, who had been sitting on the sofa, stood up immediately, and after a little hesitation, he suddenly nodded as if he had made up his mind.

"Since it's an old senior who made the move, of course I have to see it with my own eyes."

Following behind Zhao Changrong, the two slowly walked out of the box.

"Come out." Zhou Xuebing, who was sitting on a chair in the hall, suddenly turned his head and looked towards the box. He already felt Zhao Changrong's appearance.

Among all the people here today, the only one who can make Zhou Xuebing afraid is this mysterious old man.He didn't move much, waiting for the old man to appear.

"Who is it?" Liangzi looked at Zhao Changrong in surprise.

Zhao Changrong's skinny old man's appearance really didn't arouse his interest, but the chubby Su Lide made Liangzi take a few more glances.

Finally, Ryoko came to a conclusion.

"This fat man is not simple."

"Pfft!" Zhou Xuebing couldn't help laughing out loud.

Liangzi's eyes were too bad, the old man was obviously the one who should pay attention to the two of them, as for the fat man, he was indeed a bit good, he didn't look much worse than the leaders of the municipal party committee who left just now, but Zhou Xuebing didn't care about it at all. He takes it seriously.

"It was the old man I showed you."

Zhou Xuebing patted Liangzi and said softly.

Ryoko's gaze shifted to the skinny old man.

"Skinny old man... Could it be that he beat the insecticide and others into pig's heads?" Liangzi finally came to his senses, and said in surprise.

Just by looking at his appearance, no one would be able to tell that such a skinny old man like Zhao Changrong could easily beat Sha Chong and other strong men into that birdlike appearance.

"it's him."

Zhou Xuebing nodded, stood up from his chair, and walked towards Zhao Changrong with a slight smile on his face.

"senior!"

A title that no one expected came from Zhou Xuebing's mouth.

Even Zhao Changrong was a little surprised. 100 years ago, the ancient Chinese martial arts practitioners were extremely strict with each other in terms of seniority. Younger generations had to respectfully call seniors when they saw the old ones. I like to kill people with guns, and the bullets fly, but it doesn't matter what kind of senior or junior you are.

Only in a very small number of places where the Chinese culture remains intact, this kind of etiquette that is about to become extinct is still inherited.

Just like Su Lide, although he called Zhao Changrong an old senior, in fact, he learned this name more from his immediate boss.If Zhao Changrong didn't feel that he might like this name more, Su Lide would definitely choose to call Zhao Changrong a normal old man.

"The young man is very good. I think your kung fu practice is very messy. It doesn't seem like you have a teacher. I didn't expect you to understand these rules."

Zhao Changrong nodded to Zhou Xuebing and said with a smile.

Now he is more and more satisfied with Zhou Xuebing, and even has the urge to accept disciples again in his heart.

"Senior's vision is really vicious. My kung fu is all practiced by myself. I practice one leg in the east and one punch in the west. It really doesn't make a system. Anyway, whatever kung fu is good for killing people, I will practice whatever kung fu."

Zhou Xuebing nodded, with a look of admiration in his eyes.

Zhou Xuebing admired Zhao Changrong's knowledge of martial arts.

Such an old man can be regarded as a national treasure no matter where he is. If he can be kidnapped to the Blood Dragon Mercenary Organization, then the kung fu of himself and his brothers will definitely improve a lot.

Staring at Zhao Changrong, Zhou Xuebing was secretly planning.

If he knew what Zhao Changrong was thinking at the moment, he would definitely laugh dumbfounded, because one of these two wanted to make the other an apprentice, and the other directly wanted to abduct him, and they were both secretly plotting against each other.

Hong Antong had already sent away all the guests at this time, so he happened to walk in.

Zhou Xuebing's remarks made him and Su Lide's faces change suddenly. What is the skill of killing people?This is too bloody and violent, okay? Even if everyone is not afraid of this, it is obviously provocative to say this now.

"Of course it's best for young people to have such vigor. An Tong is my apprentice. You guys have a conflict right now. Let's make friends with martial arts today. Let's have a competition. Whoever wins will raise conditions, how about it?"

Zhao Changrong stared at Zhou Xuebing, and slowly opened his posture.

He was not afraid that Zhou Xuebing would not agree at all, because the vigor radiating from Zhou Xuebing had fully revealed his character, that is, he would rather bend than bend, so Zhou Xuebing would never shrink back when faced with such a challenge.

Zhou Xuebing did not intend to back down.

Zhou Xuebing had never met a martial arts master like Zhao Changrong, and Zhou Xuebing was very eager to compete with such a national treasure.

If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't know where to find Zhao Changrong and the others, Zhou Xuebing would have taken the initiative to come to him a long time ago to challenge them, the older generation of martial arts experts.

"Okay, we will win or lose in a battle."

Zhou Xuebing suddenly called out.

His voice was very violent, echoing throughout the hall, the tables and chairs around him seemed to be buzzing.

Liangzi and Su Lide showed a bit of surprise on their faces. They seemed to have never seen someone who could shout so loudly with their throats alone, but Hong Antong's expression was calm at the moment, but he was a little nervous.

As a core member of the Hongmen, Hong Antong is of course familiar with Zhou Xuebing's actions.

In Chinese martial arts, there has always been the kung fu of lion roaring, but in fact, this kung fu is not a unique skill. To practice ancient Chinese martial arts, the first thing you need to practice is the breath in your chest, so some martial arts masters rely on With this powerful breath, a terrifying sound can be made in the throat, which is the origin of the lion's roar.

A lion's roar of this level is not enough to hurt people, at most it is a sudden roar to deter the enemy.

Of course, from the roar of a martial arts practitioner, one can also distinguish the level of this person's skill. Hong Antong's nervous expression was only because he heard Zhou Xuebing's roar full of confidence and long breath.

He never expected that Zhou Xuebing was much more terrifying than he imagined.

"Everyone competes fairly. Don't be polite. If you are polite, you will die." Zhao Changrong's voice suddenly appeared.

At this moment, his figure was sprinting, appearing in front of Zhou Xuebing almost as lightly as a civet cat.

"Respect the old and respect the old, this is the truth that every Chinese person understands, please the old seniors first."

Just after saying this, Zhou Xuebing's figure became entangled with Zhao Changrong.

The movements of the two were very simple. After Zhao Changrong approached Zhou Xuebing, his right arm suddenly made a half-circle in the air, as if he wanted to embrace Zhou Xuebing in his arms, but his left hand went from bottom to top, at a very tricky angle, Attacked Zhou Xuebing's jaw.

Swish!
Zhou Xuebing's expression changed, and he took a step back.

Under Zhao Changrong's almost impeccable attack, Zhou Xuebing had no choice but to retreat.

Seeing Zhou Xuebing push back, Zhao Changrong suddenly showed a strange smile on his face.

Forcing Zhou Xuebing to push back is just the beginning. Anyone who has fought with Zhao Changrong will understand the truth, that is, no matter what, Zhao Changrong cannot be forced to take a step back. When Zhao Changrong was young, he had a nickname called Eight-armed Arhat. The number is just to describe his attack is extremely fast and very fierce.

If he forced him to take a step back, then his boxing techniques could be fully unfolded, and that kind of mercury-like attack was definitely enough to bury anyone in his fists.

And even if someone can block his stormy attack, after being ravaged by him so madly, the spirit of his body may have disappeared. A martial artist who has lost his spirit still wants to win For the other party, it depends on luck.

It's just a pity that Zhou Xuebing didn't know Zhao Changrong well.

Sure enough, after being forced to take a step back, Zhao Changrong's two fists instantly turned into a violent storm, and countless fist points sprayed towards Zhou Xuebing like dense raindrops.

This kind of fist is just the most basic straight punch, but Zhao Changrong's punching speed is too fast, so Zhou Xuebing has no way to avoid it, and can only retreat towards the back again.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Zhou Xuebing retreated farther and farther.

The expressions of the people standing on the sidelines watching the battle suddenly changed. Liangzi showed a worried look on his face, while Hong Antong and Su Lide showed a little smile on their faces.

"Master, I've won."

Hong Antong shook his head lightly.

(End of this chapter)