"You little, you are looking for death!"

"Damn, who let him in?"

"I'm crazy."

Before Zuo Zhicheng finished speaking, the entire Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall fell into a hustle and most of the martial arts masters and brothers stood up and looked at Zuo Zhicheng as if he was looking at a dead person.

"It seems to be Jiang Tianzheng's apprentice."

"Is it for Jiang Tianzheng to seek justice?"

"I'm impulsive. If he endured it for ten or eight years, he might have a chance."

"Let's see what Xiao Jingyang will do."

Although the people in Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall pointed at Zuo Zhicheng and scolded, no one rushed out without Xiao Jingyang's order. Rihuo looked at Zuo Zhicheng disdainfully, and still lowered his head to drink, as if the other party was not worthy of his care.

Xiao Changhe frowned, for some reason why he had a bad premonition in his heart.

Xiao Jingyang's face was gloomy. He looked at the plaque under Zuo Zhicheng's feet, stood up and waved his hands. The noise and yelling and scolding slowly stopped.

He said slowly to Zuo Zhicheng: "Have your master taught you what rules are?" He touched Hu on his chin and said lightly: "Since I don't understand the rules, I will teach you on behalf of your master today. Ah Hao, Ah Lun..."

"No need to be so troublesome." Zuo Zhicheng moved his hands and feet and twisted his neck: "Save you to be unwilling to accept it after you finish the beating, so I will pack all of you and beat them together."

"Get out of your mother!" A member of the Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall shouted and threw a bottle of wine jar from behind Zuo Zhicheng, pointing directly to the back of the other party's head.

But Zuo Zhicheng turned around as if he had eyes behind his head, grabbed the flying wine jar, and threw it back casually. The speed of flying back was more than twice as fast as when he came. The man didn't even have time to blink his eyes, and the man was directly hit on his forehead by a wine jar, and his head fell down with blood.

This was like Mars igniting a turbulent barrel. The whole scene became chaotic in an instant. First, the people from Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall immediately stood up and rushed towards Zuo Zhicheng in the field.

Some of the people from other martial arts schools retreated and were reluctant to intervene, and fought less.

Some of them rushed up, trying to teach Zuo Zhicheng a lesson, or showing their face in front of Xiao Jingyang.

Zuo Zhicheng is like a reef standing in the waves. No matter how attacks he attacks, he cannot be hurt.

Neither using pure speed and strength, nor relying on the skills of Yanmo's golden body, Zuo Zhicheng stood there like this.

One person raised his fist and hammered it at the door. He clenched his fist directly, then twisted his entire arm, and was kicked in the face, screaming and rolling out.

Another person came from his side, and in a way, the hand knife stabbed towards Zuo Zhicheng's waist like a watermelon knife. However, Zuo Zhicheng's hands were like a big millstone, brushing directly across his palm, breaking his hand bone into more than a dozen pieces, and howled and retreated.

Another big man from Chaoyang Martial Arts Hall shouted softly, his whole body was like an eagle rushing, with a pair of iron claws falling from the sky and grabbing Zuo Zhicheng's head. However, he dodged away by a square inch, and then he did not turn his head back, and threw a punch behind his head, hammering it directly on the other party's crotch. The man screamed in pain and fell to the ground and could no longer stand up.

There was neither dazzling speed nor the power to tear down the walls of the house. With the help of his left eye, Zuo Zhicheng could see the flow of strength before the opponent made a move. All martial arts and fighting styles seemed to have nowhere to hide in front of him.

Before others could make a move, he already knew what the other party was going to do. So what was presented to everyone was an elegant performance like playing the piano. Zuo Zhicheng responded with his moves, and his moves were vicious. The person who was counterattacked was either dead or injured. So many people rushed over, but they could not let his legs leave the standing position at the same time.

He caught the other party's fist with one hand, and the other hand had hit someone else's armpit. Then the man was raised by Zuo Zhicheng and threw him at the other people who were rushing toward him. These people turned into rolling gourds, but Zuo Zhicheng didn't even look at him. Then he punched him out and directly hit the fist on the belly of another brother who was kicking him.

The movements of flowing clouds and water seem to be rehearsed in advance. No movement is unnecessary. The first evolution of the innate qi has once again enhanced Zuo Zhicheng's brain's calculation and memory ability. In combination with the flow of force observed by the left eye, he also made him even more terrifying when dealing with these warriors.

In just a few minutes, more than a dozen people had fallen at his feet, broken bones and wailing.

It is much easier to deal with these humans than Zuo Zhicheng's corpse people whose infrared vision cannot be observed.

The remaining brothers surrounded Zuo Zhicheng, but no one dared to go up for a while.

This series of fierce fighting not only surprised the younger brothers involved, but also the martial arts hall owners behind them looked at each other in disbelief.

"What kind of magic is this?"

"What a great martial arts, he seems to be very familiar with our martial arts."

"Incredible, this little girl wasn't so powerful more than half a month ago. Why is she so powerful now? So many people can't take him?"

"He also seemed to have used the crosshands of our martial arts school."

"And the Eighteen Hammers of the Wind Chasing in our Martial Arts Hall."

Xiao Changhe and Zhou Xingyun also stood up in surprise. The two looked at each other, their eyes full of incredible.

"I just said...I just said I was right..." Xiao Changhe ran towards Xiao Jingyang: "Dad, I just said, this little guy is a freak, he can tell at a glance what kind of martial arts he is."

With a snap, Xiao Changhe looked at Xiao Jingyang blankly, as if he didn't understand why the other party slapped him in the face.

"Bause." He cursed, then turned to look at Rihuo: "Rihuo, clean up this little." The scene just now made him unable to help but be frightened. Even he was not sure that he could clean up. Zuo Zhicheng, who was a little indifferent in front of him, was already very powerful and indifferent.

Rihuo threw the wine glass that had been half drunk on the ground: "Damn it, the old one came and the young one came. Little bastard. After you clean up, I will go to your martial arts hall and sweep your waste completely to see who dares..."

Before he finished speaking, a chill appeared on his body, which was nostalgia for life, fear of death, and the instinct of life that was telling him.

You're going to die.

A pair of palms with a faint white glow under the moonlight had touched his cheeks at some point. Zuo Zhicheng had already arrived in front of Rihuo without anyone seeing it clearly, and his hands were stroking his cheeks on each other's cheeks.

"I heard you are very good at fighting?"

"Ah...uh..."

A surging murderous aura came to his face, as if he was rubbing against Rihuo's face. He wanted to say something, but he felt an indescribable sense of depression emanating from his heart, making his hands and feet stiff and he couldn't say anything.

Boom! It was like being hit by a truck head-on, Rihuo had no resistance, and was just like Zuo Zhicheng twisted his head and hit his knee. His whole face seemed to have become a car accident scene, with his nose bones broken, his lips rolled up, and blood flowed.

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