In Foshan in summer, the weather changes as soon as possible. No wonder Huang Feihong brings an umbrella when walking.

It rained heavily, and Zhang Shuo put on a hat, and the special windbreaker was waterproof. Zhang Shuo slowly walked through the streets and alleys of Foshan.

Following the prompt from passers-by, I came to a nearby brothel. A group of women with heavy makeup on the upper floor greeted the pedestrians downstairs. This was the ancient brothel.

Of course, Zhang Shuo came here not to visit the kiln. There were many pedestrians downstairs taking shelter from the rain and resting in the brothel.

At the entrance of the brothel, a shirtless middle-aged man was performing on the street, performing a golden spear stabbing his throat. The man shouted loudly, pressed his body down suddenly, and broke his two long spears.

The onlookers threw out one or two copper plates after watching the performance, and the middle-aged man hurriedly squatted down to pick up the money. Suddenly, a piece of gold as big as a palm appeared in front of Yan Zhendong.

"Why do you have to do your skills on the street?"

Zhang Shuo said to Yan Zhendou with gold, and shook the gold at the same time, "Master, you think you are so tough. This is how you can beat me, this piece of gold is yours."

"Yan Zhendong is under the iron cloth shirt, haven't asked for advice yet?" At this time, Yan Zhendong stood up from the ground, looked at the gold in Zhang Shuo's hand, and asked with his fists.

"No nameless, Zhang Shuo, Zhang Jizhi." Seeing Yan Zhendong agreeing, Zhang Shuo replied with a smile.

As for "Zhang Jizhi", Zhang Shuo took a word for himself when he entered the local customs.

"My Yan family's boxing is invincible, Mr. Zhang is careful!" Yan Zhendong was originally disdainful of Zhang Shuo, who was much younger than himself, but gold was in front of him, so he could not take action lighter for a while.

In Yan Zhendong's view, Zhang Shuo is a standard noble man who returns abroad. He may have some skills, but at such a young age, how high can he be?

"It's okay, I keep my word, and it's yours to beat me."

Zhang Shuo spread the two-character pliers and said to Yan Zhendong's move.

"Hmm? It turns out it's Wing Chun, young master is careful."

Yan Zhendong saw Zhang Shuo's starting move, and guessed that Zhang Shuo was practicing Wing Chun, so he shouted and took action directly.

Yanjiaquan has similar styles to Hongquan, and may be from Shaolinquan, which is open and close, strong and fierce.

Faced with this kind of boxing, Zhang Shuo has already had experience in dealing with it. It has to be said that Yan Zhendong allowed Zhang Shuo to see Hong Zhennan twenty years ago, but it should be a little more powerful.

In a blink of an eye, Yan Zhendong and Zhang Shuo fought for dozens of rounds, from the beginning to the shock now.

Zhang Shuo has not repeated a single move until now. In addition to Wing Chun Fist, Yan Zhendong also saw the methods of Hong Fist, Shaobei Fist, and Mantis Fist. These are all secondary. The most important thing is that he also saw the Yan Family Fist he used?!

"What kind of freak is this? Wing Chun fist is close to each other, Hong fist opens and closes, Mantis fist is weird and changeable, and it actually merges together so harmoniously."

"The days are rushing, the cunming fist, the half-step crusting fist, the mantis spreads its wings, the black tiger is heartbroken,,,"

Feeling that Yan Zhendong's moves had been repeated, Zhang Shuo, who had learned about Yan's boxing, began to turn from defense to offense, and the offensives of various boxing techniques were unfolded one by one.

Faced with Zhang Shuo, whose physical fitness was three times that of ordinary people and who began to turn from defense to offense, Yan Zhendong gradually showed his defeat. If it weren't for the strong resistance of Hard Qigong, he would have been defeated long ago.

"This hard qigong is really magical. I can resist my half-step Bengquan and remain unchanged. It seems that I still have to attack the vitals, head, joints, etc."

Avoid Yan Zhendong's sweeping legs, and while his strength had not stopped, Zhang Shuo's body turned into the air and instantly kicked three feet, hitting Yan Zhendong's head.

"Ding, defeat Yan Zhendong, complete the main task by 50%, and reward hard qigong (small achievements). Will you receive it now?"

In my mind, the mechanical voice of the Lord God echoed. "No" is not the time to obtain this skill.

"Uh, this is the shadowless foot?? Are you Huang Feihong?" Yan Zhendong fell in the rain and pointed at Zhang Shuo and said unwillingly. He thought he had been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He thought he had few opponents in the world, but he didn't want to lose to someone who was so much younger than him today.

"Haha, I said my name is Zhang Shuo. If it was Master Huang's shadowless foot, it would be more than three feet." Zhang Shuo answered indifferently.

"Master Yan, I plan to open a Jingwu Wushu Association, aiming to promote Chinese art, strengthen the body and mind of our compatriots, and give a platform for mutual communication and progress among various sects. I am willing to hire Master Yan to attend the hall with a large sum of money. I don't know if I am willing to come to me to do things."

He also fought and got what he wanted. Zhang Shuo threw out an olive branch, and at the same time he saw that Yan Zhendong was in poverty and sacrificed his money.

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"Well, this house is just this one, mainly because the yard is big enough, and Jingwu Gate will be here in the future."

Zhang Shuo took Yan Zhendong and picked a house near Baozhilin. The original owner of the house went to Nanyang to make a fortune and sold this good house.

Now Yan Zhendong is following Zhang Shuo, and he is like a martial artist who guards the bodyguards of the rich. In this era, it is normal for landlords to hire some martial artists to guard the house and protect the hospital.

Therefore, Yan Zhendong didn't feel any embarrassment. Not to mention Zhang Shuo's heavy investment in hiring him, just talking about Zhang Shuo's "mind power" completely shocked him, and finally, Zhang Shuo's ambition completely convinced him.

"You can buy a few servants at the Yashang. Men should be honest and maids should be beautiful. There are not many people. After all, there are only a few of us now." Zhang Shuo ordered Yan Zhendong behind him.

"Yes, young master, I'll do it now." Yan Zhendong bent down and bowed down to do the business.

"The comprador furniture, the servants, need some time to go out and get familiar with the situation in Foshan, and then go to Baozhilin. Zhang Shuo did it when he thought of it and started strolling on the streets of Foshan.

"Hey, I'll sell sweet cakes, eat sweet cakes and watch the fight~~"

Zhang Shuo saw chaos ahead, and it turned out that someone was fighting. It was probably because Liang Kuan was chased by the Shahe Gang who collected protection fees in the movie. He met Lin Shirong and was rescued by Lin Shirong and led the militia.

After buying a piece of sweet cake, Zhang Shuo squeezed away the onlookers and stood in front to watch the people fighting in the alley.

Liang Kuan is really capable of causing trouble. The Shahe Gang originally said something harshly and withdrew. Instead, he relied on the face of the leader of the Shahe Gang behind him. It can be said that the unluckyness of Baozhilin and the Militia were brought by Liang Kuan.

First he provoked the Shahe Gang, but as a result, the militia and Huang Feihong took the lead. The conflict between Shahe Gang and Huang Feihong began from then on, and he himself fled after the officers and soldiers came.

Then the militia hated Huang Feihong and burned treasures to Zhilin. When Huang Feihong needed someone to testify, he didn't know where, but the missionary testified to Huang Feihong but was killed by Shahe Gang and American businessmen.
Chapter completed!