Hu Yanteng smiled calmly and said: "Mr. Cui, I am an old man. How can I make you care so much?"
Cui Haozhi smiled gracefully, then stretched out his hands and put on the Bajiquan stance and said, "You still remember that when we met ten years ago, when we were proving our martial arts, you said you would wait until I came.
After the hot summer, will you tell me the secret of your Baji?"
Hu Yanteng was half sitting on the hospital bed, his face stagnant. He and Cui Haozhi met at the martial arts exchange meeting between Yanxia and Gaoguo ten years ago. At that time, Hu Yanteng lost to Cui Haozhi.
But the latter gave me some pointers, so I felt excited and boasted about Haikou.
Now that the ten-year period has passed, the big shot Choi Ho-chi actually still remembers...
Hu Yanteng rolled his eyes and said slowly: "Since Mr. Cui needs it, I will tell you the secret of my eight extremes, but you have to help me get rid of one person!"
Half an hour later, Cui Haozhi looked at the pages in his hand, which contained the secret techniques of Bajiquan that Hu Yanteng had told him.
He walked to the door, put on his hat again, and said to a wealthy and aristocratic middle-aged man guarding the door: "Master Xu, let's go!"
The person waiting for him was none other than Xu Pingqiu, the head of the Xu family in Hangzhou.
He asked with some confusion: "Mr. Cui, our Xu family also has many martial arts, why don't you want them all, but just want the ancient and mediocre boxing secrets like Bajiquan?"
In front of Cui Haozhi, Xu Pingqiu explained in fluent Yanxia dialect.
"Although our country of Gao does not have the inheritance of ancient martial arts forces, our nation is best at learning and imitating. After exploration by martial arts masters for a generation, we discovered the secret in Yanxia's classics!"
"In fact, the four major boxing styles that are popular in the hot summer land, Tai Chi, Xingyi, Tongbei and Baji, if these four boxing techniques are blended together, they are as powerful as any secret book of the ancient martial arts force!"
"Now that I have acquired three other boxing techniques, I am just missing the Baji!"
Xu Pingqiu was not a martial arts master, but feeling Cui Haozhi's high-spirited look, he immediately flattered him and said: "Mr. Cui, with you helping our Xu family, if Lin Beichen dares to offend again this time, he must
Let him pay the price with blood!"
Cui Haozhi continued: "But Mr. Xu, I can put Lin Beichen's matter aside for now. Please also mobilize your family's power in Hangzhou to help me find someone!"
Cui Haozhi took out a photo from his pocket and said: "This is the exchange between Hu Yanteng and me just now. He found the person who injured him from the property surveillance and asked me to kill him in the next few days!"
Xu Pingqiu took it and saw that it was a young man with an average appearance. The most obvious thing was that he had a large mole at the corner of his mouth.
Xu Pingqiu immediately said, "No problem, it's all on me, but the matter about Lin Beichen..."
"I still need to study the master Lin Beichen carefully. After all, his strength is very terrifying!"
Cui Haozhi is a cautious person, and he is also a master figure who is the backbone of Gao people's martial arts. Of course, he must be careful in his answers.
If you turn over a ditch in this hot summer, it will really be more than worth the loss.
Xu Pingqiu nodded, and he said quickly and attentively: "There will be a reception tonight for some young people in our family. I heard that Mr. Cui is here, and I want to ask for advice..."
Unexpectedly, Cui Haozhi refused: "No, I want to have a good rest tonight, and I have to visit a friend tomorrow!"
"friend?"
Seeing Cui Haozhi leaving, Xu Pingqiu looked suspicious.
How could Master Gao Guo be so mysterious? But he couldn't force his request. After all, the great elder Xu Xianchen spent a lot of money to invite Cui Haozhi, the master of internal martial arts.
…
After buying a bag, she bought a bag. Early the next morning, Liang Yayu, who was very ambitious, still urged Lin Beichen to drive her to Xinxiang.
When Lin Beichen drove the rented car into Xinxiang again, he found that the entire village was on standby.
The car screeched to a halt at the entrance of the Xinxiang Ancestral Hall. Liang Yayu's heart skipped a beat as she looked at the villagers standing outside the ancestral hall, wearing white cloth strips on their heads and black cloth belts on their arms.
She leaned against the window and asked, "What's going on? It's not because we're late..."
Lin Beichen said with a solemn face: "Don't get out yet, stay in the car, I will help you negotiate!"
After speaking, Lin Beichen opened the car door and walked out.
When the villagers standing outside the ancestral hall saw Lin Beichen, they took a few steps back as if they had seen a demon.
Lin Beichen narrowed his eyes. He knew that if he continued to walk forward like this, these villagers would probably retreat into the ancestral hall.
"If anyone is in charge, come out and say something!"
Lin Beichen stood there and shouted loudly: "I don't have any malice, I just want to understand the situation!"
Lin Beichen deliberately raised his voice in the last sentence, and the whole sound was like thunder, shaking all the villagers off their feet.
Unexpectedly, shouting this sentence made the villagers even more panicked.
Lin Beichen took a step forward, and the villagers fled one after another.
Only then did he see clearly what was inside the ancestral hall, and saw a black coffin parked in the center of the ancestral hall.
The portrait hanging on the wall is that of a middle-aged man. His appearance is 70% similar to that of Zhou Xiaofa, who he had turned into an idiot with one finger yesterday.
"What's going on? Where is Zhou Xiaofa?"
Lin Beichen grabbed an old man with a hunchback who was walking the slowest and shouted sternly: "Who is dead here?"
There was a look of panic in the eyes of the hunchbacked old man. He actually collapsed on the ground with a plop, muttering in his mouth: "I shouldn't be obsessed... I should not persuade the patriarch to go to the back mountain... I shouldn't..."
"Back mountain?"
Lin Beichen looked in the direction of the back mountain and saw familiar waves of true energy coming from the other side of the mountain.
Even though these zhenqi fluctuations were very weak, Lin Beichen could still detect them.
"Jing Yong...this guy is actually hiding in Xinxiang?"
What the hunchbacked old man said later also confirmed Lin Beichen's guess, "After the patriarch went up the back mountain, before he could say a few words to the master, he heard a thunder and the patriarch's body rolled down in a charred shape..."
That's right, it's the power of thunder and lightning emitted by Jing Yong's Yin Yang Thunder Pill.
This Xinxiang clan leader is also looking for death. Instead of doing anything serious, he insists on offending Jing Yong, who is an ancient martial artist.
Lin Beichen returned to the car and asked solemnly: "Can you drive?"
Before Liang Yayu had time to ask Lin Beichen what happened, she only had time to nod.
Lin Beichen then said quickly: "You can drive back by yourself first, I have to take care of something!"
"This...what are you going to do?"
Lin Beichen wanted Liang Yayu to leave here obediently. He was worried that Jing Yong would go on a rampage and destroy the area for several miles like he did on the island in the middle of the lake, which would affect Liang Yayu.
So he patted his chest and said: "Don't worry, I will deal with these people from Xinxiang, and I will also deal with your boss from Grasshopper Financial Services. Anyway, just go back as soon as possible!"
Lin Beichen's protection of Liang Yayu during this period made this girl, who looked carefree on the surface but was actually still a little girl, feel reassured.
She nodded, took the initiative to get out of the car and walked around to the driver's seat.
After Lin Beichen got out of the car, he didn't say much and disappeared from Liang Yayu's sight after a few leaps.
He ran towards the back mountain. This Jing Yong is an unstable factor and must be resolved as soon as possible!
…
Halfway up the back mountain, in a simple bamboo house made of bamboo, Jing Yong slowly opened his eyes, put away the Yin Yang Thunder Pill that was supported by the true energy on his head, and then walked out of the shelter.
He exhaled a long breath, and the Yin Yang Thunder Pill he originally carried with him was forced to self-destruct on the island in the middle of the lake.
The spare Yin Yang Thunder Pills that have been re-refined now are too hasty, and I'm afraid they may not come in handy.
Thinking of Lin Beichen, Jing Yong felt agitated.
If it weren't for this guy, he, Jing Yong, wouldn't have lost his weapon, and he would have lost two assistants, Ying Haixuan and Xu Tanlang.
Fortunately for Xu Tanlang, Ying Haixuan was a genuine ancient martial artist from the same origin as himself. Even if he got the Black Gold Fruit Tree, he would have a hard time explaining the loss.