My father was defeated, his spine was broken, the mockery of Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall, the crazy laughter of Rihuo, and Xiao Jingyang's cold gaze, the bumps along the way, the despair of the students. Everything kept tossing and turning in his mind.

In just a few hours, it seemed to her that the whole sky had collapsed.

"What's the point of coming back now?"

"Why are you not here when I need you?"

Looking at the girl's resolute face, tears slowly remained, Zuo Zhicheng sighed faintly: "Senior sister, I have been hiding some things from you, but now I think, maybe I don't have to keep them hidden."

"Actually I'm very awesome."

"What?" When Jiang Qing was a little stunned, Zuo Zhicheng had already stuffed a strange fruit into her hand.

"This is for the master, maybe it can cure the injury." As he said that, Zuo Zhicheng moved his hands, as if he wanted to hug Jiang Qing, but in the end he still touched the other party's head.

"I will make good arrangements for the martial arts hall next. I will also ask for an explanation in the Chaoyang martial arts hall."

As he said that before Jiang Qing could react, he had stepped out of the door again and disappeared completely.

The reaction from the Shadow Corps, the speculation about Zuo Zhicheng's identity, the arrangements of Boss Song, and the next response of Haoran Martial Arts Hall, the ghost boxing, and the gang.

Everything flashed through his mind one by one. Although the timing and his plan in the past two days were a little wrong, there was no big problem. I just need to pay attention to the intensity and don't make Qingyueqiu angry.

Now, he has 20 hours of practice, study, and become stronger every day. Many things must be organized by organizing some forces to help. For example, monitoring the trends of Xinlu City to prevent such things from happening in Haoran Martial Arts Hall today.

It also requires people to collect information from other places in the New World, find psychic food, and find ancient ruins. The appearance of the US military launch silo always makes him feel very wrong.

In addition, there is also information from the Central Plains region, especially the Mirage Sect. We also need to find ways to collect other Taoist secrets. Relying on the content of the Taoist scriptures alone is not enough.

He usually does these things alone, and now he has to spend time practicing, so he must be more radical.

If he organizes forces, he will inevitably have connections with the court, but he now has the identity of Ghost Fist as a buffer between him and the Shadow Corps.

“It should be enough…”

As he thought about it, his whole body had been integrated into the darkness and disappeared.

...

Although the Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall is almost late at night, it is still brightly lit.

On the huge martial arts training ground, there were more than a dozen tables, all kinds of delicacies, and wine and dishes were sent up like flowing water.

All of the people here are martial artists who defected to Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall in Xinlu Port. Almost all martial arts halls in the Martial Arts Association participated. Although it has not been stated clearly, the identity of the president of Xiao Jingyang Martial Arts Association is a foregone conclusion.

After all, they were not as rich as Xiao Jingyang, and they could not beat their apprentices even if they beat them. They were originally looking forward to Jiang Tianzheng's lesson, but they were dealt with.

Several martial arts owners sat together and took turns to toasting Xiao Jingyang with his blushing face.

"Brother Xiao, there is only one person I admire most about this Xinlu Port." Qin Wu, the president of the Martial Arts Society, gave Xiao Jingyang a thumbs up: "In terms of martial arts, you will hit the port at the age of eighteen. If you are ten years younger now, how can you get the New Land God Fist of Jiang Tianzheng?"

"Oh, no, no, I'm old." Although he said this, Xiao Jingyang's face was full of smiles, and it was obvious that what Qin Wu said was very helpful.

"Even if you don't care about martial arts, Brother Xiao, your prestige and virtue are all this!" A curator on the other side raised his thumb and said, "You are not the one who is the president of the Martial Arts Association, so I will be the first to dissatisfied."

"Hahahaha." Xiao Jingyang laughed: "Everyone is drunk. You can't say such words."

On the other side, the students from Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall sat together and took turns to flatter Rihuo. Rihuo laughed wildly: "Then Jiang Tianzheng is still known as the New Land God Fist, but he couldn't even catch my ten moves. It really made me look forward to it."

Another student beside him exclaimed: "Senior Brother Rihuo, your eagle claw skills have surpassed your master. In the future, you will be the best at fighting in the entire Xinlu Port."

"Yes, yes, why not call the New Land God Claw in the future!"

"How can that be done? Wouldn't you learn from Jiang Tianzheng? In my opinion, it would be better to call Qingtianshou!"

"What is Jiang Tianzheng?" Rihuo said disdainfully: "If the master hadn't always stopped me, the first one I would choose was Haoran Martial Arts Hall."

A man was joking around, and Wang Qiang, at the other table, heard it, but smiled disdainfully.

"Who doesn't know how you won."

"What did you say!" Rihuo stood up while slapped the table, pointed at Wang Qiang at the other table and said, "Damn lame, do you have the will to say it again?"

Wang Qiang seemed to have never expected Rihuo to hear what he said. His big contest was just pinched by the other party more than half a month ago. At this moment, there was still a wooden board on his thigh. Seeing Rihuo pointing at him, a fierce aura came to his face. He wanted to say something, but he pinched his fists and pinched them, and finally he didn't say a word.

"Hmph, I'm a useless person. If you have sex, come to me and say in person. Don't always whisper behind your back."

Wang Qiang clenched his fists tightly and his shoulders trembled, but the junior brothers beside him patted his shoulders, shook his head at him, and advised him not to be impulsive.

On the other side, Zhou Xingyun and Xiao Changhe were sitting together, and Xiao Changhe looked a little depressed.

Zhou Xingyun persuaded him: "Brother Xiao, why are you still depressed? Are you thinking about the boy's escape? Damn, when you think about it now, we probably were fooled by that boy."

"No." Xiao Changhe took a sip of wine and said, "I just think that Zuo Zhicheng is probably not that simple. His eagle claw skills and I-shaped fist do not seem to be fooling people."

"Hey, don't think about it. Even if he comes up, he will be beaten to death by Rihuo." When he said this, Zhou Xingyun looked at Rihuo in a dark way and said, "Brother Xiao, why do you think this Hante dog is so powerful all of a sudden? Look at him, damn, villain is successful."

"I don't know either. But Zuo Zhicheng is a Han man at least, and I hate this dog thing more than the others."

Just as the atmosphere became more and more lively in the practice field of Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall, a loud bang sounded, and everyone looked towards the direction of the gate in the direction of the loud noise.

I saw that two wooden doors had fallen to the ground at some point. Zuo Zhicheng walked in slowly along the wooden door, and his back was carrying a plaque hanging outside the Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall.

He didn't dress up or wear a mask, and just glanced at everyone.

"Haoran Martial Arts Hall, Zuo Zhicheng."

As he said that, he threw the plaque of Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall on the ground, stepped on it, and with a crackling sound, the plaque with two fingers thick was directly stepped in half.

"I only seek trouble with Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall today, and anyone who has nothing to do can leave."
Chapter completed!