In the martial arts practice, Zuo Zhicheng practiced Sumeru Long Fist seriously, but from time to time there were still "wrong" in movements such as bent hands and crooked feet. Jiang Tianzheng, who was bent his hands and tilted, kept correcting Zuo Zhicheng's "wrong" and then told and demonstrated the key points he did each of them.

About two hours later, Zuo Zhicheng had learned the seven-moment Michangquan. The qualifications he showed were neither eye-catching nor extremely poor, and were considered to be a medium-to-high level.

Jiang Tianzheng, who was standing beside him, nodded secretly, looked at Zuo Qingcang, who was sore and soft, but still "gritting his teeth and persevering", and commented in his heart: "The qualifications are average, but the personality is still firm and he has the strength to do it."

Naturally, he didn't know that Zuo Zhicheng's fatigue was pretending. After all, he had no spiritual vision and could not read the mind. However, Zuo Zhicheng, who had penetrated the innate qi, looked thinner than ordinary people.

So as long as Zuo Zhicheng does not burst out with the power of innate qi, Jiang Tianzheng naturally cannot rely on anything to see how good Zuo Qingcang is and how strong he is. In addition, Zuo Zhicheng deliberately concealed and deliberately made mistakes that some beginners would make, just to show himself as a young man with ordinary qualifications, but a firm personality and a little strength.

His plan is to slowly expose his "martial talent" and use a relatively reasonable process to enable himself to show some of his strength on the surface without attracting too much attention.

Seeing Zuo Zhicheng's arms trembling, Jiang Tianzheng nodded: "Okay, let's go here first today. I will teach you how many remaining Sumeru Long Fist is left, remember to practice hard."

Zuo Zhicheng beat the snake and said with a stick, "Yes, master."

"Let's go and have breakfast with us." Jiang Tianzheng said with a smile, without refuting, and said to Jiang Qing beside him: "Let's go Qingqing and have dinner."

Jiang Qing finally made a move to finish the exercise, let out a deep breath, glanced at Zuo Zhicheng, and walked towards the canteen without saying hello.

Zuo Zhicheng looked at Jiang Qing's back with some surprise: "Hmm? Did I offend her?"

He naturally didn't know that yesterday he had left an image of being too ambitious and loathless in others' hearts. The scene of practicing hard today contradicted yesterday's "performance", so naturally Jiang Qing thought of being a scammer and pretending to behave in front of his father.

In the dining room, Zuo Zhicheng sat down. The porridge he had eaten at home in the morning had already been digested. His stomach was whining, and he saw Xiaolan and another middle-aged woman bringing a large plate of buns, soy milk and porridge.

Zuo Zhicheng wanted to be polite, but he didn't know that the dishes had just been on the table, and the Jiang family and his daughter had already started sweeping wildly. Jiang Qing, who usually looked heroic and handsome, couldn't tell the girl's appearance at all. She ate a bun in two bites, moved her mouth a few times, took another sip of soy milk, and swallowed them all.

Jiang Tianzheng, on the other side, ate faster. He grabbed it casually and threw a bun into his mouth, swallowed it in a few sips, then lowered his head to drink porridge, making a gurgling sound, just like a cow drinking water.

‘It really has the style of a martial artist…’ Zuo Zhicheng smiled slightly. He also knew that the Jiang father and daughter exercised a lot every day, practiced true martial arts skills, and had a strong ability to absorb food. This kind of eating method is normal.

Jiang Qing, who had just stuffed her bun, suddenly saw Zuo Zhicheng's smile and her face turned red. It was the first time that other men outside her father saw her eating behavior, and women's natural shyness surged up.

But she immediately glared at Zuo Zhicheng fiercely and bite the bun hard, and the speed of eating seemed to be faster.

Zuo Zhicheng saw the food disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye, and quickly joined in. The three of them looked like the wind swept the clouds and made Xiaolan giggle.

"Brother Zuo, Sister Qing, you can eat slowly, there's more!"

"Zuo Zhicheng, eat slowly. Although we will allow you to have breakfast, if you eat so much every meal, we will ask you to pay."

"Senior sister, I don't eat as much as you."

"Who is your senior sister?"

...

The north of the city, as you see, there are pavilions, water pavilions, palaces and pavilions everywhere. Compared with the slums in the south of the city, it is simply a different place.

In a yard in the north of the city, five corpses were covered with white cloth and placed on the ground one by one.

An old man with white hair but energetic head was leaning on a crutch and looking at the corpse on the ground with a gloomy face. With the clouds on his face, the atmosphere in the entire courtyard was extremely solemn, as if water could drip into it.

All the members of the Hailong Gang lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the old man, as if the old man was a beast.

In front of the old man, there were three other three of the four kings of the Hailong Gang, Qiao Zhen, Li Si and Yi Guodong. Among them, Li Si was a young man with a arrogant expression, and he was the only one in the whole yard who looked at the old man fearlessly.

Yi Guodong next to him was a solemn fat man, and the fat under his chin was almost impossible to see his neck.

The white-haired old man lifted the white cloth on the ground, revealing Liang Wu's iron-green face. He pressed the neck of the corpse with his hand, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I killed myself with one punch, suffocating to death. It was a master who did it." After saying that, he turned to look at Liang Zhen beside him: "Is there any news?"

Liang Zhen reported: "The scene was a remote alley, it was too late, and it started too quickly, and there were no witnesses."

Gangs, gangs, the first moment of the incident, Liang Zhen took action personally, took the body back to the Hailong Gang, and stopped the families of the five deceased from reporting the case, and then gave them the settlement fee.

After hearing what Liang Zhen said, Chen Ning kept silent and checked the remaining four corpses. The butler on the side brought warm water and handkerchiefs and handed them to the old man to wipe his hands. While wiping his hands, the old man said: "A Si, we can occupy the largest port in the new land and monopolize 80% of the business. What do we rely on?"

Li Si smiled, and the black dragon tattoo on his cheek danced, twisting: "Because we are cruel enough, we are cruel to others and even more cruel to ourselves, others are afraid of us."

The old man ignored him and then asked, "Adong, who do you think did it?"

The middle-aged fat man with a solemn face said, "I don't know who did it, but I know that the entire Xinlu Port can kill the third brother with one punch, only one person.

New Land God Fist, Jiang Tianzheng.”

"Jiang Tianzheng..." the old man said coldly: "Someone wants to fight with my Hailong Gang?

Then they will regret it for the rest of their lives.”

He turned his head and looked at Liang Wu, who was gray-haired, Li Si, and fat man Yi Guodong, and said lightly: "I will leave this matter to you three. I don't care how you solve it. As long as anyone solves it, all the business under Awu will be left to him."
Chapter completed!