Dou Anzhi lived comfortably in a small county in northwest China, from 9 to 5, going to work and getting off work. His parents died in a car accident when he was very young, and he and his grandfather depended on each other for life. In the winter when Dou Anzhi was twenty years old, the old man did not survive, and he was left alone in the world. The old man did not leave any rich inheritance for Dou Anzhi, but only left some inappropriate things. Dou Anzhi could still remember that when he practiced boxing with the old man, others joked about the old man, "How can he be better than bullets these days?" Dou Anzhi saw the lonely sadness in the old man's eyes, and the national martial arts was dead.

Dou Anzhi practiced martial arts for the sake of the elderly. The six-year-old child just hoped that his grandfather could feel that what he knew had had had not been eliminated by this era, and someone inherited the things of his ancestors. This practice lasted for sixteen years.

When the old man was there, many people came to see the old man during the holidays. There were soldiers wearing military uniforms carrying three stars on their shoulders, and there were also very grand appearance. Dou Anzhi was not stupid. He knew what the stars on his shoulders meant by this great pomp, but the old man always looked calm. Dou Anzhi felt that his grandfather should be a person with a story, but every time he asked, the old man always smiled and said, "The old man abandoned him, he forgot it long ago." "The second half of the sentence is not just not forgetting lovesickness. It is also good to tell you about your past romantic affairs." Dou Ping deliberately made the old man happy, "Boy asks for a fight. Xiao Douzi, grandpa, I don't ask you to be successful, I just hope you will be safe and safe, without illness or disaster for a hundred years. A person's life will be long, but it's actually very short, just be happy and safe." The old man seemed to remember the past, but said nothing.

When the old man left, he held Dou Anzhi's hand and said, "Don't be sad. If the things I gave you can be passed on, you can pass them down. If they can't be passed on, don't make things difficult for yourself. Grandpa is tired and has to sleep for a while. Xiaodouzi, live well, don't miss me. Alas, I know I blame me for the spring and autumn." After the old man left, many big men on TV sent wreaths. After the old man's funeral, many big men left phone calls to Dou Anzhi, saying that if there are any difficulties, just call. Dou Anzhi has saved the number, but has never called. Since grandpa has never told him about his past, he just doesn't want him to enter that circle. Dou Anzhi has his own persistence, and this is a stubborn person.

Dou Anzhi is engaged in a purchasing company. He usually has nothing to do. He just fucks and chats with colleagues in the office every day, and lives it day by day. "Xiao Dou, do you know? The masked man did another big thing. The descendant of Wang Laohu's son was kicked off by him." Wang Laohu is the number one famous figure in the five northwest provinces. His son is called Wang Xiaohu. The father and son, I bully men and women, and my son bullys men and men. It is said that it is smuggling, doing all kinds of drug trafficking, and there are 2000 desperates under his command.

The man in the masked man in his colleague's mouth was a fool wearing a mask and a cloak every night. Why do you say that? Some time ago, there were many pickpockets near the train station. At first, they just robbed them, but later they started robbing them openly, and even harmed many girls who went home alone after get off work. One morning, one morning, twelve pickpocket leaders were tied neatly at the door of the Public Security Bureau, and a sign was hung around their necks. It clearly stated that as soon as they returned to the den, they were caught by a man wearing a cloak and masked man, and beaten up. The twelve were still strong men, but many evil and fierce men were beaten by one person and had no power to fight back.

For example, one night, Wang Xiaohu saw a handsome young man and got up. He pressed the young man and took off the young man's pants in a few seconds and then took off the young man's pants to be happy and happy. The young man was not alone, and they were seven or eight people. According to common sense, Wang Xiaohu would be beaten by seven or eight people and didn't even recognize him. But common sense is common sense. Wang Xiaohu has hired many famous boxers since he was a child to practice martial arts and boxing. He is also very talented. After practicing for seven or eight years, he can't get close to him. Therefore, these seven or eight young men were all placed in various positions and lay on the ground, so common sense is just common sense.

Wang Xiaohu was very confident in a part of his body. When he was about to go straight in, he lifted his collar from behind and threw it out with one hand. Wang Xiaohu got up and saw clearly the person coming, a masked man, wearing a cloak, "Mask man, I didn't go to ask for trouble for you, you dare to come to me. Today I want to see what face is under your mask." After Wang Xiaohu said that, he punched very quickly, but the masked man was very light and resolved it. Experts knew if there was any. Wang Xiaohu knew that this time he had a hard point, and the son of a daughter was not yet standing.

Chuitang, turned around and ran away. The masked man stepped forward, and the Baji backer, Wang Xiaohu flew up, but he landed on the ground but could no longer get up. He spitted blood in big mouthfuls. The masked man stepped on the blood step by step towards Wang Xiaohu. "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'll give you money, 10 million, can't come over, 50 million! 50 million! Don't kill me." When he teared off his arrogant identity, he was actually just a pitiful person who pretended to be a tiger's power. "A stern guy" After saying that, he stepped on Wang Xiaohu's younger brother. "Ah~~~" Wang Xiaohu fainted in pain.

The colleagues were all lamenting the power of the masked man, and Dou Anzhi also praised the power of the masked man with them and the joy of kicking off Wang Xiaohu's descendant. This topic was talked until the evening after get off work.

Dou Anzhi lives in the suburbs and passes by a large forest every day after get off work. Today, the birds in the woods have been hovering over the forest. Dou Anzhi saw that it was still early, so he walked towards the woods.

The reason why birds don't enter the forest is because there are many people in the forest, with more than 200 people surrounding a man wearing a cloak. The leader is a burly middle-aged man with a big gold chain around his neck and fur, but he has no buttons to reveal his strong figure. His name is Wang Gongrang, but everyone calls him Wang Laohu. In the eyes of many people, he is just a beast, eats people but never spits bones.

In fact, as Wang Laohu grew older, he felt that he should do less plunder and force good men to become prostitutes. After all, if he has a son, he should accumulate some virtue for his son and his son. But a few days ago, his son was kicked off the things that gave birth to his son. Then what kind of virtue should he accumulate? Take revenge first.

It took a lot of effort to find the masked man. Finally, he extracted the fingerprint from his son's collar, so he found it. "Miss Huo, take off the mask. Can we make an appointment here? What else can't be found? Unexpectedly, the famous masked man is actually a woman." The masked man took off the mask when he heard this, revealing a pretty face. He took off the voice changer that was stuck to his neck and said, "Your name is Wang Laohu, but you are not a real tiger. I'm here. Where is my brother?

?” "Don't worry, let's talk about those guys first." After that, the No. 200 people surrounding the girl pulled out the knife neatly, including machetes, long swords, double swords, and ghost-headed swords. "These guys are all swordsmen in Guanzhong. The swordsmen are quick and ruthless and the price is fair. Oh, don't hurt Miss Huo's face for a while, I want to try the kung fu on Miss Huo's bed." A guy holding a machete slashed like Huo Qingming, and Huo Qingming avoided sideways and slashed the swordsmen's neck with a palm. The swordsmen fell to the ground.

Huo Qingming took off the big gun behind him, and today he might have to explain here. The gun ring is the mother, and the gun is dodged, slashed, slashed, collapsed, or sty, or snatched, or tugged, or plucked, or slashed, or plucked, or shot, and one shot will fall down. About fifty people lay down on the ground, but Huo Qingming also got seven or eight swords wounds, and the wounds were boned. Huo Qingming felt that his physical strength was no longer enough, and his gun was less and less powerful. Alas, Huo Qingming looked at the gun in his hand and showed sadness.

"Miss, your gun is good, but it's still a little flawed. I'll show you something." A person walking in the distance was Dou Anzhi. Dou Anzhi had arrived for a while. He thought it was a gangster looking for revenge again and was about to leave, but when he heard that the girl was a masked man, he stayed.

Huo Qingming saw clearly the person coming, wearing a suit and tie. He looked like a salesperson who bought insurance. Huo Qingming didn't want to implicate others anymore and quickly said, "You go quickly, it's nothing for you." "Let's go? You still want to leave when you come." A swordsman waved his sword and slashed at Dou Anzhi. Dou Anzhi flashed, made a mistake, and came out his palm, like flowing water. The swordsman flew out and smashed the three of them.

Wang Laohu may not want to make trouble, so he stopped the eager swordsmen and asked Dou Anzhi.

"Who is your lord?"

"passer"

"It's a passerby that you just walk your way, why bother meddling in other people's business?"

"You have to care about national affairs and family affairs and everything else," Dou Anzhi said with a smile.

"Then you can't walk on this road today." "How can you know if you don't walk?" "It seems that you must take care of this matter today. It's great to be young. When I was young, I was like you, always ignoring the world. Just suffer more losses." "There are a lot of principles, but fists are the king." "Hahaha, young man, I really like you a little, how about doing with me. My name is Wang Gongrang. I bought me some face in the northwest and called me Tiger Master. You should have heard of it." "Ah? You are Wang Laohu, Tiger Master." Dou Anzhi asked with a flattering face. Huo Qingming looked at Dou Anzhi's flattery and thought to himself, this guy is really good, but it turns out that he is the same as them. "Yes, just right?

Yes, "Wang Laohu laughed like a gentle elder, but Dou Anzhi's next words made Wang Laohu laugh. "I've heard of you, who doesn't know that your son became a eunuch in the northwest? Everyone says that if you become a eunuch, you have made great contributions to social stability, but you have never taken action. If that's the case, I'll help you." "Damn it, kill him for me." "Girl, lend your big gun to play with you." After saying that, Huo Qingming took the long gun from Huo Qingming's hand, Huo Qingming didn't even notice when he came. Dou Anyi held a gun in his hand and pulled the tie on his neck with one hand. He always felt that the tie was like tying his own chain, and he could finally take it off today.

It was also blocking, pricking, slashing, breaking, tangling, twisting, and plucking. But in Dou Anzhi's hand, the spear seemed to be alive and was extremely powerful. There were fewer and fewer swordsmen who could stand. "If this kid was placed in ancient times, he would definitely be a figure like Jin Ma Chao and Zhao Zilong." "Tiger, either you go first, this idea is a bit thorny." The man in black was standing next to Wang Laohu. The man held a black umbrella in his hand and his long hair was draped over his shoulders. "It's okay, aren't you there?" The man didn't say anything, but his eyes looked at Dou Anzhi solemnly.

The last swordsman fell to the ground, and Dou Anzhi took the gun. "I haven't met a guy who can be worthy of my attack for a long time." The man in black said. After Di Long finished speaking, the guns and umbrellas attacked each other. "It looks good, let's go." Dou Anzhi put away his stupid look. The black umbrella had a thousand pounds of force, and Dou Anzhi's long spears were resolved one by one. Dou Ping became more and more satisfied with the more he fought. Huo Qingming took the opportunity to save his unconscious brother, and then he wanted to capture Wang Laohu.

Wang Laohu is an old man, how could he not know Huo Qingming's thoughts? When he saw her running towards him, he pulled out his pistol and shot "bang". Dou Anzhi heard the gun and was worried about Huo Qingming's safety, so he no longer had the intention to fight with Di Long. He held his breath and focused his mind, controlled the gun with his mind, combined with his eyes and heart, combined with his energy and strength, and combined with his steps and moves. This gun was like a dragon, a stunning geek, and like thunder. Di Long opened the umbrella to block it, but he didn't expect that even the umbrella and the people were stabbed through, and he would take the gun away afterwards.

Looking back, Wang Laohu was standing five steps away, holding Huo Qingming hostage. The shot just now only injured Huo Qingming. He held a big Liuhe gun in his hand, and he held the hostage hostage with a pistol. "Don't worry about me, kill him." "Don't move, or I'll shoot her to death." "Then believe it or not, I'll kill you with one shot", "You stab", "You stab", "You stab", "You drive". The two of them were in a stalemate.

Wang Laohu suddenly smiled and said, "What's the best martial arts practice? Can you be more powerful than pistols." Dou Anzhi's eyes were full of murderous auras. "I hate this sentence the most, and I practice national skills." "What's the difference?" "That's the only difference?" "That's the only one who kills is called national skills." After saying that, he exerted force on his legs, and the man was like a tiger, and the gun was like a dragon. "Bang bang" three gunshots, Dou Anzhi fell to the ground and speared out of his hand, pierced into Wang Laohu's head, and nailed him to a tree behind him. He could not die anymore. When Huo Qingming ran over to help Dou Anzhi up, he was already as angry as a gossip and hit the heart. He grinned and said, "National skills are not dead!!"
Chapter completed!