Except for the lounge, all other rooms in Tianyi Plaza are not allowed to enter, and these rooms are all built with large single-sided glass. The inside cannot be seen from the outside, but everything in the square can be clearly seen from the inside.
If you don’t know the significance of the square’s existence, you will naturally find it strange, but after hearing Hong Kuan talk about the purpose of Tianyi Square, the role of this glass becomes obvious. Presumably these rooms are prepared for special martial arts schools, specially
Come here to pick out people you like, win over and train them.
"Master is inside, you go in yourself." They all arrived in front of a door, and the man in black turned and left after saying that.
Zhang Yi nodded and then knocked on the door. The door opened in response, but there was no one at the door. It seemed that the door was controlled by a remote control.
"Junior Zhang Yi, come to see Mr. Ma." Zhang Yi did not enter the door, but said politely at the door.
The world of martial arts, like the world of traditional Chinese medicine, is inherited from ancient Chinese civilization, and the traditional Chinese medicine world has very strict etiquette requirements, so Zhang Yi followed the etiquette of the traditional Chinese medicine world to meet Ma Quansheng.
"Come in, I'm old and can't move very well, so I won't get up." A deep voice came from the bed in the room. Just listening to the voice, you knew that this person was in good health and full of vitality.
Zhang Yi then walked in and closed the door. Only then did he see that the whole room was very plainly furnished, with only some simple furniture, and the furniture was also very shabby, and he could tell at a glance that it was old.
There was an old man sitting behind the desk, with a heroic look on his face, and a kingly majesty in his eyes, which made people shudder. However, there was a pair of crutches standing next to the old man, proving that his legs and feet were not in good condition.
Need to use crutches to move.
The old man has some gray hair on his temples. Although his face shows no signs of age, his hair betrays him, showing the vicissitudes of his life.
"Not bad, really good. Lao Hong is really lucky." Ma Quansheng looked Zhang Yi up and down and nodded with satisfaction.
"Mr. Ma is joking. I'm just a little gangster who often fights and causes trouble on the streets. If I'm a little smarter, how can I be so valued by Mr. Ma and Mr. Hong." Zhang Yi nodded humbly.
"Haha, the most important thing for martial arts students is talent and understanding. The first time I saw you fighting against that Liu Fuyang, I can see that your reflexes are very good, far superior to ordinary people. And you have all eight legs. You can tell at a glance that you are a martial arts practitioner.
Good material." Ma Quansheng put down the book in his hand and said with a smile: "If you can practice Qigong for a small amount of time, your future achievements will definitely be extraordinary. Alas, if I could have met you earlier, I couldn't bear to give you up to Lao Hong.
Woolen cloth."
Zhang Yi smiled, but said nothing.
"By the way, you should call me uncle, and that old boy Hong Kuan is your master. He and I are brothers, and we are taught by the same person. We are all on our own, so there is no need to sit outside."
Ma Quansheng stretched out his hand to signal Zhang Yi to sit down. Although he had a smile on his face, with such a scary face, even his smile was quite scary.
Zhang Yi sat aside after hearing this, and then said: "Mr. Hong does intend to accept me as his disciple, but he has not yet decided. The junior also knows that he cannot do much in martial arts, and according to Mr. Hong, he
You can only have three apprentices in your life, and now there is only one less. I don’t want to waste this seat, so I am not obsessed with becoming a disciple.”
Hearing this, Ma Quansheng's face changed slightly, and his already scary face became even more ferocious. He didn't speak, but you could feel the temperature of the whole room suddenly drop from the breath emanating from him.
How many degrees.
"Hong Kuan has told you some of the secrets of our sect. You have only two ways to go. The first is to follow the rules and keep your mouth shut and not spread the secrets. As for the second...
If you don’t want to become a disciple and you know something you shouldn’t know, that’s a dead end!”
Bang!
After Ma Quansheng finished speaking, he slapped his palm on the table. He didn't get up at all, and he didn't see how to charge up for a hard strike. He just acted like a normal person when he was angry. But with such a seemingly inconspicuous blow, it actually hit the opponent directly.
There was a hole in the tabletop, exactly the same as the hole in his palm.
Such ferocious palm power can only be seen by Zhang Yi in martial arts TV series. In real life, he simply does not believe that someone can practice such kung fu. But now Ma Quansheng is actually showing him in front of him,
The visual impact and the shock to his soul instantly frightened him out of his wits.
Hong Kuan also displayed his skills in front of him. The most powerful one was to kick a person into the air. But the horse in front of him was completely victorious. A man with disabled legs actually used such magical power, just like Shaolin in a martial arts novel.
It looks like a big Vajra hand, which is much more exaggerated than Hong Kuan's.
"Which one do you want to choose?" Ma Quansheng still asked with a face like the bottom of a pot and no emotion.
For a moment, Zhang Yi really didn't know how to answer. He had no doubt that as long as he refused, he would be immediately beaten to death by Ma Quansheng's flying palm. Hong Kuan had said that the real core disciples were serial killers.
Acceptable. For such a terrifying mysterious organization, wouldn’t killing someone be just a joke?
When the time comes, his whole person will evaporate from the world, and not even a single clue can be found. No matter how powerful the police are, they may not be able to clear themselves of their grievances.
"Mr. Ma... you must have misunderstood... I..." Zhang Yi said hesitantly, but he really didn't know where to start.
"You just need to tell me which path to choose. That old boy Hong Kuan is not here, so I will keep the rules and clean up the house for him!" Ma Quansheng said fiercely, his tone firm and unquestionable.
"Hmph! Are you too arrogant? Besides, it was your wishful thinking that you wanted to recruit a disciple. When did I agree? Those bullshit secrets were what Hong Kuan, the smelly old man, insisted on telling, and I didn't force him to tell them. Why do you have it?
Want to kill me? Besides, there are so many people in the world. Whoever you want to accept as your disciple must agree. If you don't agree, you will be killed? Do you still have the law in your eyes?" Zhang Yi's temper also got worse. He really didn't.
I have seen this kind of thing, this is simply a scoundrel. From the beginning to the end, you don’t know how to gain your own experience, and just give you two ways, either become a disciple or die. How can you accept a disciple like this?
"What!?" Ma Quansheng suddenly opened his eyes and wanted to stand up angrily, but because his legs were crippled and unable to use force, he could only nod his head angrily: "Okay, okay, no wonder that old man Hong Kuan
The boy has fallen in love with you. It turns out you have such a disrespectful and unruly temper! Good! If you want to fool around, then the old man will fool around with you today!"
There was a muffled sound, and Zhang Yi felt his eyes blur. Ma Quansheng had jumped in front of him. He didn't know when he picked up the crutch. At this time, he was holding the crutch in one hand and carrying the crutch in the other hand.
on his shoulders.
Zhang Yi really wanted to get out of the way, but unfortunately the opponent's movements were too fast. Although he was a disabled old man, his movements were still so sensitive. Moreover, his left hand seemed to be on his shoulder normally, but it was suddenly locked.
He has exhausted all his strength, and now, let alone wanting to fight back, he cannot move even if he wants to, or even move a step.
Ma Quansheng's palm seemed to have a magical power that directly penetrated the skin and penetrated into the body, blocking all the meridians in the body, just like a quick-acting general anesthesia.
Now Zhang Yi only feels numb all over his body and has no strength to fight back at all. He can only become a lamb to be slaughtered, waiting to be knifed.
"This sect of yours is really ridiculous. You actually have people who want to be accepted as disciples. I've heard of forced buying and selling, but I've never heard of people being forced to accept people as disciples!" Zhang Yi said confidently. Anyway, he
I also know that I am no match if I take action, so since taking action is no longer possible, I can only use my mouth.
"Hmph, old man, I am not like that old and crooked man Hong Kuan. I keep my word. Either die or become a disciple of Hong Kuan. You can choose whether to live or die. The old man will make everything happen!" Ma Quansheng used it in his hand.
The exertion made Zhang Yi grit his teeth in pain, and it felt as if someone was breaking his own bones.
"I only give you half a minute to think about it. The old man has a lot to do every day, and I don't want to waste too much time with you!" Ma Quansheng said with a ferocious threat, his face still livid.
After saying that, Ma Quansheng let go of Zhang Yi, looked at the wall clock beside him, and stood there with his hands on crutches and his eyes closed. He looked like he was asleep, but he could feel every second that passed, and
Keep it in mind.
Zhang Yi looked around and at the only door. There was no handle at all on the door, so it was just a security door that required a remote control switch. It can be said that there is nowhere to escape in such a place.
Even that large piece of glass cannot be broken without a bomb, let alone with bare hands.
The possibility of escaping is simply zero. Moreover, it seems that the biggest host of Tianyi Plaza is Ma Quansheng. Even if he can escape from this house, is it possible to escape from Tianyi Plaza? Even if he escapes from Tianyi Plaza, can he escape from the high-level people?
The killer's pursuit?
"The time is up... which way do you choose?" Half a minute later, Ma Quansheng slowly opened his eyes and asked without emotion.
"This..." Zhang Yi stepped back. He didn't understand. Hong Kuan was just a weird old man. Now that he looked at it, Ma Quansheng was no more normal than him. I really don't know how their master accepted a disciple.
All they found were freaks.
"If you don't answer, do you mean you don't want to?" Ma Quansheng said coldly: "Okay! Die!"
After saying that, the crutch in his right hand suddenly slammed down. The crutch was carrying a fierce wind and momentum. Don't forget that the crutch was made of iron pipe, but if Ma Quansheng's crutch hit someone's head, it would definitely be the same as hugging someone.
Just like hitting a watermelon with a bat, it blooms directly.
"Cao! This old man is really moving!" Zhang Yi was shocked, but there was nowhere to retreat. No matter how fast he was, he couldn't beat Ma Quan. An idea came to him. Anyway, a man can bend and stretch, and a soldier can be humiliated but not killed.
Knowing that the green mountains have no worries about having no firewood, people have to bow their heads in the face of shortcomings...
For a moment, Zhang Yi could only use these words to describe it in his mind. Ma Quan won the battle with his staff, and Zhang Yi was faster than him. He knelt down on the ground with a plop, clasping his fists with his hands, and a look of respect on his face.