In the darkness, there was a soft click of the door bolt.
Zuo Hu's eyebrows moved slightly and he suddenly woke up.
He was no different from those young boys in the yard. Even in his sleep, he was still extremely vigilant. He almost immediately reacted and touched the knife under the pillow with his backhand.
Unexpectedly, the other party came very quickly. After appearing at the door, he closed the door with his backhand, kicked on the spot, crossed the open space in the room, and rushed directly towards the bed.
This time it was like a tiger descending from the mountain. Zuo Hu had no time to draw his knife, so he had to slap him with his palm.
The other party gave the same palm, and when the two palms were about to face each other, the palm came unexpectedly fast, coming last, and somehow it was imprinted on his chest first.
The palm force came so fiercely that Zuo Hu only felt a sharp pain in his chest, but it disappeared immediately. It was obvious that the opponent took the initiative to withdraw the force and did not take the opportunity to send the palm force to shock his internal organs.
Then, the opponent's other hand grasped his pulse gate.
Zuo Hu's chest felt tight, and he thought to himself: Master of internal training!
Masters of external training will not press the pulse gate when controlling people. The best they can do is pull the person's arm off, usually blocking vital parts such as the throat. Only masters of internal training can move around because of the internal force and lose a pulse through the gate.
When the internal force enters, it can instantly break the heart, so this is the threat.
In the entire Black Spider Villa, apart from the owner, there probably aren't many internal training experts.
Another internal training master has come to the villa?
Another chaos?
But why is this person's silhouette in the dark so short?
"You...what do you want to do?"
The other party lit a lamp and revealed a young but extremely upright face.
"You...you're not that..." Zuo Hu was very shocked. After searching in his mind for a long time, he found that he couldn't call the other person's name.
The young man was polite and said: "Student Tang Zhao, please forgive me for disturbing your rest."
Zuo Hu cursed loudly: "Seeing your grandma..." He felt his pulse tightening and hurriedly lowered his tone and said: "What are you doing to disturb your rest? Do you know who I am?"
Tang Zhaodao: "It's because I know that I want to talk to you. I was attacked yesterday. Do you know?"
Zuo Hu said in confusion: "I...can't remember clearly."
Tang Zhao said: "It's just an attack, but someone poisoned my room again and again. This is too much."
Zuo Hu said angrily: "What are you doing to me? If they attack you, won't you fight back? You can even beat me, why do you care about others? You were sent by the District Inspector? As expected, you are as arrogant and shameless as the Inspector.
Li, you have hands and feet that can’t move, and you’re still waiting for us to rush up and serve you?”
Tang Zhao said seriously: "I don't know if the inspector is arrogant. The students didn't mean to be rude. But what's the point of fighting each other like this? Isn't it good for everyone to practice martial arts on their own and not disturb each other? The students think that we should still
Peaceful coexistence is the top priority." As he said this, he took out the wooden sword and slowly pressed it down from the bed until the handle was gone.
Zuo Hu's eyes bulged out.
His bed is a wooden bed, but the bed board is not thin, and it is made of hardwood. It only requires an iron tool to be inserted into it, but it is clear that the opponent's sword is also made of wood!
Moreover, it is not stabbed, but "pressed" and wedged in inch by inch. There is no explosive force at all, just like being inserted into the mud. How strong is this hand strength?
This Tang Zhao...had such strength, wouldn't it be ten times higher than himself?
But with such strength, how could he still fight with those young disciples?
Pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger?
With Zuo Hu's knowledge, he really didn't know about such strange things as "magic tools", and he just found it unbelievable.
Tang Zhao said: "This is what I want to talk to you about, Teacher Zuo."
Overnight, Tang Zhao hurriedly hurriedly finished the work as planned.
The next morning, when the disciples of the Grape Courtyard went out, they found a huge boulder in the playground.
Tang Zhao stood in front of the stone with a serious expression.
No matter how serious his expression was, after all, he had a gentle appearance and an underdeveloped height, so he was in no way majestic. When the disciples of the Grape Academy passed by, they would only glance at him and think: Who is this pretty boy competing with? They didn't care.
Tang Zhao's eyes wandered around, and he suddenly came to a person and said, "Please wait a moment."
The young man was tall and thin, with a blue complexion, and asked, "What are you doing?"
Tang Zhao said: "Are you Wan Biao?"
The young man said: "That's the uncle, what's the matter?"
Tang Zhao said calmly: "You went to my room yesterday to poison me."
Wan Biao's face darkened and he said, "That's nonsense. Do you have any evidence?"
Tang Zhao said: "I saw it with my own eyes."
Wan Biao laughed and said: "You learned it from opening your mouth, right? How can you see when you tell lies without blinking? It's impossible."
Tang Zhao said: "I saw it. The way you stuck your butt out and got under the bed was very indecent."
Wan Biao was furious and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense. Are you looking for a fight? I've been wanting to beat you up for a long time, you pretty boy!" After that, he punched you.
Tang Zhao changed his footwork and took three steps out of thin air. He stamped his palm on Wan Biao's stomach, making him bend over. Then he swept his left palm horizontally and threw him out.
Wan Biao rolled a few times and lay on the ground, barely trying to get up. Tang Zhao said, "Good guy, you still have the strength to fight!" He then kicked him and kicked him a few steps away.
Here he beat Wan Biao violently, with great momentum, and immediately attracted everyone's attention.
This kind of conflict happened almost every day, but it was rare to see such a one-sided situation. Many people took a sneak peek at Jiao Feng. This kind of one-sided crushing was Jiao Feng's patent in the past, but now there are others too.
Jiao Feng stood aside and watched, thoughtfully. The rest of the people did not dare to approach him, and they could only whisper in a whisper behind him.
"I feel like this kid has improved a lot compared to yesterday. Is it my imagination?"
"No, he's just the same as yesterday. His palm technique... tsk!"
"Why? Everything turned upside down overnight?"
"Are you no longer pretending? Are you showing off your cards?"
"How do you think he compares with that one?"
"Who is it?"
"You know who I'm talking about, don't try to trick me into telling him his name."
"hehe."
Tang Zhao here beat Wan Biao violently, and when he saw him fainting, he stopped, put down his sleeves, stretched out his clothes, smoothed his breath, and said: "Dear colleagues of the Grape Courtyard, I have something to say to you."
After everyone saw the fun, they dispersed, and no one listened to what he said.
Tang Zhao turned around and said, "Can you two please maintain order?"
Two people came out from behind the boulder, both with sullen eyebrows and bruises on their faces, as if they had been beaten violently. One was Gao Mo, and the other was Zhang Xu, who was known to have a big mouth.
Tang Zhao smiled and said, "Thank you."
The two of them were speechless, and Zhang Xu suddenly said loudly: "Hey, Master Tang asked you to listen to him, didn't you hear? Come back, are you all rushing to reincarnate?"
When everyone turned around, most of them had angry expressions on their faces.
Tang Zhao knew that Zhang Xu was drawing hatred for him, but he didn't care. He kicked his feet on the spot, rose up out of thin air, and landed on the big rock.
Since he learned how to move mountains with palms, he has gradually understood the way to integrate internal and external forces. Whether it is palm strength or vertical leap, both forces work in parallel, and the strength is more than doubled. This jump is high and floating, effortless. There are people present.
It is extremely difficult to do one by one.
Everyone was dazzled by what they saw and said nothing, thinking in their hearts: Just listen to what he said, and you won't lose a piece of meat.
Tang Zhao said loudly: "Student Tang Zhao is very polite. I have been classmates with you for more than half a month. Not to mention harmonious and friendly, at least we are in peace. I don't expect that the situation has changed suddenly in the past few days, and some of you have been against each other.
I have repeatedly provoked and hurt, and used various methods in an endless stream. I feel that this is not good. I will leave in a few days and never come back. The encounters in life are all fate, so why should we leave bad memories for each other?"
Everyone remained silent, some seemed as if they had not heard anything, some had mocking expressions on their faces, and some even commented: "This kid talks sourly, how can he show that he has read a book?"
Tang Zhao continued: "Of course you are heroes in the world of martial arts. You are used to taking action but not speaking. If I say that no one is allowed to take action, I'm afraid it will be difficult for others. I can't control how you get along with each other. I hope that you will at least show restraint when you take action against me. I
I think, let’s make three gentlemen’s agreements first.”
Ishita was already laughing slightly.
Tang Zhao pointed his finger and said: "First, don't make trouble out of nothing. We are not saints. Maybe I did something wrong and someone is angry. Please tell me the cause and effect. If it is really my fault, I will try my best to make up for it. If it doesn't work, we will agree to take action.
Of course, if you don’t provoke me, I will never provoke you. Is this okay?”
Everyone sneered slightly, as if they were watching a play. No one said they agreed or disagreed.
Tang Zhao said: "Okay, no one objects, the agreement has been made. As gentlemen, we have a word and a whip, and no one can go back on it."
He continued: "Second, I like to use swords. It doesn't matter if everyone likes to use fists and kicks or poisonous arrows. Everyone depends on their ability. If someone hits me with fists and kicks, I will fight back with my sword. This one...see
No one objected to coming."
With all kinds of eyes on him, Tang Zhao continued: "Article 3: It is unethical to bully the minority with more people. If you want to fight alone, fight alone, if you want to fight in groups, fight in groups. There is a huge disparity in numbers. Winning is not honorable, and losing is not honorable.
I am even more ashamed of myself. This one..."
Before he finished speaking, someone finally said in a strange tone: "I just like to bully the smaller ones with more people. How do you treat me?"
When Tang Zhao heard this, he jumped lightly and fell down like an eagle swooping down.
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