In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Yue Qinghua's mind became clearer and clearer with each beating.

His fighting spirit became more and more high as he fought.

So high-spirited that he was a little in awe.

He couldn't imagine that a soldier could have such terrifying martial arts strength.

Moreover, he is still so young.

Yue Qinghua was even sure that at Zhang Xiangbei's age, he could not be as terrifying as him.

And this requires you to devote all your time and energy to martial arts.

As for Zhang Xiangbei, he was just passing by.

What he is really good at is military operations, commanding the three armies, and... becoming famous all over the world.

How could he have so much time to indulge in martial arts?

How could he have time to pound sandbags and meditate on martial arts philosophy with his legs crossed every day?

He is very busy.

Just taking photos with Beimang's fans would consume a lot of his time and energy.

But he actually has such terrifying martial arts background?

How did he do it?

After Yue Qinghua thought hard and got the answer, he suddenly became horrified!

The cold streets were silent.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them in silence.

One is a long-established peerless master of the famous sword sect, the senior brother of this gang of powerful men.

One is the legendary God of War who commands an army of 30 tigers and wolves.

This battle made people's hearts beat with fear and their blood surged.

How they wish they could watch this battle with excitement without having to bear any responsibility.

The best answer without taking responsibility is that Zhang Xiangbei chopped off Yue Qinghua's dog's head with a knife.

My senior brother, if he dies, he will die. He can just make a few quibbles and it will be over, and he can still eat.

So when everyone saw Zhang Xiangbei slashing out the knife that made Li Gui wail, they already had supporters and a home team in their hearts.

It seems more immersive, more passionate, and more heart-wrenching.

Keng!

The blade cut across.

Zhang Xiangbei met Yue Qinghua's left-handed sword head-on.

The knife in his left hand was broken into several pieces in response.

When two of them splashed out, they scratched Yue Qinghua's face and dripped fine drops of blood.

On the entire left hand, four fingers were neatly cut off, leaving only a thumb.

Blood spurted out wildly.

Yue Qinghua, however, remained strong and did not say a word.

His brows were furrowed, and in his narrow and vicious eyes, in addition to pain, there was more shock and unwillingness.

"This is impossible."

Yue Qinghua looked at the broken blade with a dull face, covered the broken gap in his palm, and forced to stop the bleeding.

His eyebrows were filled with despair that broke his defense.

"Why can you defeat me?" Yue Qinghua muttered, completely stunned. "Why can you defeat me?"

This battle is a battle of martial arts.

They didn't fight for connections, they fought for background, and they fought for fame.

What they fight for is martial arts.

Or according to Zhang Xiangbei's explanation, they were just fighting.

How can a soldier defeat a peerless strongman who has been immersed in martial arts for decades?

Even if he is Zhang Xiangbei, so what?

"I said, in Beimang, I am invincible in a single fight."

Zhang Ruoyu glanced at Yue Qinghua indifferently: "There are only a few people in your famous sword sect, but you are the number one, and then you are like a loser?"

"I, Beimang, have an army of 30, and I have won the title for the tenth consecutive year." Zhang Ruoyu also wanted to vent the resentment he was holding in his heart.

A bunch of self-righteous old guys, do they really use Zhang Xiangbei as food?

When it comes to fights, Brother Beizi has never lost, and he has strong confidence.

"Can Beimang's martial arts background be compared with that of the Famous Sword Sect?" Although Yue Qinghua lost, he still had a tough mouth.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhang Ruoyu frowned and said displeased. "Even if I give the Beimang Cooking Class a holiday and let them train hard for two years, I can still defeat your famous swordsmen everywhere."

Yue Qinghua's expression was stiff.

Even He Tongxun turned his head away in embarrassment and was too embarrassed to continue.

This cowhide is too exaggerated.

You, Zhang Xiangbei, have martial arts talent, it’s your ability.

Can you really bring your talent to Beimang?

Yue Qinghua's mouth was tough, and Zhang Xiangbei's mouth was even tougher.

He couldn't argue, and he did lose.

The answer he had concluded in his heart was completely proven after this stab.

Zhang Xiangbei's martial arts talent is even higher than that of Yue Qinghua.

He, Zhang Xiangbei, is also a damn genius boy and a martial arts wizard!

It’s just that he didn’t know it and thought it was a street fight!

"Do you want to avenge your senior brother?" Zhao Ruoyu looked around and glanced at the famous sword sect bosses. "I'm excited and want to do some more."

The third junior brother He Tongxun, who had already turned his head away, simply turned his back to everyone, took out his mobile phone, even the screen was black, and pretended to call 120.

The others wanted to follow suit, but were afraid of being conspicuous, so they could only walk to Yue Qinghua with concern: "Elder brother, I will drive you to the hospital myself."

Several other junior brothers turned on their mobile phone lights and squatted on the ground to pick up their fingers: "Senior Brother, go to the hospital now and the fingers should still be reattached. Green mountains will not change, green waters will always flow, so don't be impulsive."

A certain master from the famous sword sect who was keen on action art films said meaningfully: "Elder brother, this is your left hand."