Volume 2 [Young tiger crosses the stream and meets] NO.7 Chaquan master
【Urban Myth Group:1914632】
Looking down from the aisle at the entrance of Zhang Ben and the others, there are at least seven floors. The arena is huge and surrounded by trench-like concrete aisles, which are connected like trenches. There are forty steel pillars of different sizes on top, which are blocked by chains.
, thought guardrail.
A person has fallen down in the center of the ring. The fallen person is about two meters long and has extremely developed muscles. At this time, he is lying on the ground. A pool of blood has spread. His left foot has been severely twisted. It was forcibly used.
The lateral force causes it to break.
The winner finally gave him a hard blow on the base of his back and cervical spine. There was a click, which seemed to be a fracture. The man suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and never moved again.
Ten seconds later, a group of people hurriedly came and dragged him down. It was not known whether he was dead or not.
Zhang Bi was shocked. He now understood why those boxing boys his grandfather talked about when he was a child were called bad boxing boys.
What's the use of martial arts when your life is so cheap!
Xia Zhen is familiar with the road, and it seems that her reputation here is not small. A beautiful middle-aged woman who looked like a manager came and scolded her while laughing: "Zhen Zhen, you are naughty again."
"Hehe..." Xia Zhen didn't say much, just smiled, and then pointed his thumb at Zhang Bi behind him, "Our newly found master is very powerful. Aunt Su, do me a favor and let us draw a lot.
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Xia Zhen smiled like a child at this time, sunny and innocent. The middle-aged beautiful woman pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose and looked at Zhang Bi across Xia Zhen. She just felt that the young man who came here was calm and could not tell.
She turned to look at the two strong bodyguards next to her, and called out to a guy: "Come on, fill up a spot for Miss Xia. How long until the next round of drawing?"
"The draw will be drawn in five minutes."
The guy took out his laptop and gave it to the beautiful middle-aged woman.
"In this way, Xinrenzhuang will open an account for Miss Xia." She looked majestic, with the aura of always calling people. The clerk hesitated a little: "It seems that the fourth young master of the Huang family has brought someone today, and he will be here soon.
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"No need to wait, just do as I want."
The clerk nodded and entered a bunch of data quickly. Xia Zhen took out a card and the clerk swiped it. Zhang Bi saw clearly from a distance that a solid two hundred thousand was drawn out.
And the series of numbers below actually number in the tens of millions.
It is really unimaginable to indulge in a little bit of indulgence in one night, and to be so luxurious.
But looking at the crowds of people around, the private rooms are full of well-dressed successful people, young and old, but as soon as the game starts, they look excited, roaring and letting loose, no one can imagine it.
People in front and behind were astonished.
Xia Zhen is right.
Seeing the middle-aged beautiful woman giving such face, Xia Zhen quickly thanked: "Thank you, Aunt Su!"
"Really, do you plan to hang out every day? Being angry with your family will eventually lead to a result. What will happen if you don't go back?" The beautiful middle-aged woman sighed and looked at Xia Zhen.
Xia Zhen shook his head and said with a smile: "Don't talk about this, we are going to make a lot of money today, who will be the banker today?"
"It's Yao's turn." She seemed a little proud. She lowered her head slightly and pressed her glasses down again. Under the refraction of the light, a white light flashed through the lenses.
"Haha, I will kill you today without leaving any trace of you behind."
Xia Zhen said hello to Zhang Bi and headed towards the first floor.
"Didn't you say drawing lots?" Zhang Bi asked.
"The lottery draw for the rookie village is to arrange the order of the newcomers. It has been arranged. What else is drawn? Who the next opponent will be is random. However, generally the newcomer village does not have masters in charge. The Yao family has a few powerful thugs.
It’s extraordinary. I’ve seen it once before on the high seas and it scared us to death.”
As he said that, Xia Zhen patted his chest, as if it was really something terrifying.
Zhang Ben took a deep breath, and then solemnly said: "Miss Xia."
"Man, what's the matter?"
"Thank you very much."
Seeing Zhang Bi's seriousness, Xia Zhen laughed dumbly: "You're stupid, thank you so much. We were expecting you to give us money to make us look good. If you can earn us a thousand or eight million,
Yes, it will be more honorable for us to go back in the future."
As he said that, he nudged Zhang Bi with his elbow like a close friend, "Let's go, why don't you just stand here and mourn for us? We are not dead yet."
The nonchalant Xia Zhen put on her earplugs again, hummed a foul-mouthed song, and walked carelessly ahead.
Seeing Xia Zhen leave, the middle-aged beautiful woman said to the waiter next to her: "Who is in charge today?"
"Lao Jiu, Da Ma, Liu Sandao, Iron Masked Wolf..."
"Let's get rid of the kid that Xia Zhen brought here, so that she can calm down for a while." Looking at Xia Zhen going downstairs, "She keeps messing around outside and adds to the chaos."
Xia Zhen only knew that the Xinren Village could use the back door, but he didn’t know that since the Xinren Village could use the back door, it was not the Lunzhuang who had the final say about the randomness?
Five minutes later, Zhang Bi and his opponent appeared on six large screens on the second floor of the ring. When they saw Zhang Bi, everyone was just silent and puzzled. When his opponent appeared, there was another roar.
At this time, all the people placing bets in the private room were inputting numbers on the screen, and the keyboard clicked loudly. At the dealer's switchboard in Yao's Lunzhuang, the beautiful middle-aged woman pushed up her glasses and smiled slightly: "Forget it.
Just spend some money to give Xia Guinong some face."
On the switchboard screen, the odds of 1.05 for Cha Quan Malaysia also exploded with 14.2 million bets. In other words, among the people present, at least 71 high-rollers placed bets at that time.
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The scariest thing is that the numbers are still turning, which makes the middle-aged beautiful woman a little unhappy. Although the odds are low, it is really disgusting to give money away.
Cha Quan Da Ma, whose full name is Ma Minggao, is 1** tall and weighs a stable 90 kilograms. He began to practice Cha Quan, sliding boxing, and rack boxing at the age of five. He is thirty years old this year, so to speak, he is still in his mid-twenties.
In his boxing career, he was in his prime at this time, and Yao was one of the masters in Lunzhuang.
Zhang Ben is unknown, and his only battle was against the Mongolian Han Arsleng under Huang Shilang. The skills used in that battle were not clear, so there is nothing to say.
At this time, Zhang Bi's fingers, wrists, elbows, waist, abdomen, calves and knees had all been wrapped with soaked bandages. This extremely primitive method was very popular with Feng Yuxiang's sword team during the Anti-Japanese War. In the most difficult times, a bundle of straw could be used as leggings.
use.
Ma Minggao stood in the middle of the ring. He was tall and his muscles were not as exaggerated as those of Europeans and Americans, but they were thick and strong, like a rock.
Standing there, there is an invisible pressure. Lunzhuang's victory in forty games is enough to prove his strength, but there should be a lot of hidden wounds on his body.
Zhang Bi took a step across the chain railing and landed in the field. He ignored all the noise around him and just stared at Ma Minggao, judging this guy's strength. From a physical point of view, Zhang Bi was still at a disadvantage, but he was dressed like a
The muscles of the steel plate made Ma Minggao feel nervous.
Crunch…
Zhang Bi clenched his fist and thought to himself: This guy turns out to be a master of boxing!
Zha Quan's punches are fierce and fierce, like a falling rock or a galloping buffalo. In one word: fierce.
Generally, for warriors of the same level, masters of Zhanquan can use their powerful attack power to directly knock down the opponent before they have time to block.
Ma Minggao's forehead is a little high and his eye sockets are a little sunken. If you look carefully, you can see that there are still some differences between him and Han people.
This is a return.
Zhang Ben had a certain conclusion in his heart.
After the 1960s, Zha Quan began to be practiced orthodoxly by the Han people. Before, it was only spread among Huizi.
There was a sound of gong, dang dang dang, Ma Minggao raised his head and said: "Please."
Zhang Ben nodded and took a deep breath. The fountain of life had completely penetrated into the capillaries of the limbs, forming a protection for the internal organs and muscles.
Restraining Zha Quan is mostly a matter of cleverness, but there is another way to make Zha Quan sure of defeat, and that is - the strength is far greater than that of a master of Zha Quan!
At that moment, Zhang Ben's eyes tightened, his palms turned into claws, and a breath suddenly burst out from his chest and abdomen: "Ouch——"