How many Zhang Guanzhu are there on Wuguan Street?
Just one.
Zhang Ming, Zhang Guanzhu.
Zhang Guanzhu is good at Crane Boxing, has a strong body, and his punches are like the wind of a crane.
Zhang Ming, whose real name is not Zhang Ming.
The reason why he changed his name to Zhang Ming.
It is precisely because he can punch like a crane, not only can he open five bricks with one punch, but also the sound of the crane in the punch is disturbing people's mood and makes them tired to deal with it.
Zhang Ming once had a record of one person versus twenty people.
In the end, minor injuries.
More than half of the twenty people were killed or injured.
It can be said that Zhang Ming's martial arts school was built with punches and kicks.
In fact, the martial arts schools on the martial arts street are all built in this way.
Without real kung fu, there is no way to open a martial arts gym on the street.
But Zhang Ming died like this.
He died in his bedroom.
He was decapitated with a knife.
Wow!
Like ocean waves, the people who came to Wuguan Street to watch the excitement suddenly became excited.
They stared at the Zhang Family Martial Arts School with wide eyes.
Watching the police officers coming in and out.
Everyone in the Zhang Family Martial Arts School looked at the panic.
Then, whisper to each other.
"Did you meet a gangster?"
"No, although the gangsters are ruthless in their methods, they are also looking for money. Moreover, compared to Guanzhang Zhang, there are many rich households in 'Mountain City', but it is easier to attack than Guanzhang Zhang."
"That is?"
"Seeking revenge!"
"Only when seeking revenge will one go straight to the target and kill him with one blow."
…
Discussions in the crowd broke out one after another.
But the two museum owners Li and Zhao, who were on the first floor of the crowd, looked at each other in confusion.
Zhang Ming is dead!
Zhang Ming, who had just had dinner and tea with them yesterday, died.
He was also beheaded with a knife.
"this?!"
Li and Zhao, the two museum owners, looked at each other. Although they didn't say what was in their hearts, they knew that they thought of going together.
Mubai!
It’s definitely related to Mubai!
This is not evidence.
It's just intuition.
The intuition of a warrior.
This is also what they learned from their accumulated experience in the world.
"What should I do, Brother Zhao?"
The tall and lanky Hall Master Li asked softly.
"Can't afford to offend."
Hall Master Zhao seemed to be answering the question incorrectly, but the meaning couldn't be more obvious.
The two of them stood there in perfect agreement, silently not talking anymore.
It seems that like the people around him, it is difficult to accept the facts.
After all, they don't want to die yet.
Zhang Ming was beheaded.
What about them?
Their strength is comparable to that of Zhang Ming. Once they get involved, they may not be able to escape death.
So, just stand here and be a bystander.
The older the people are, the more timid they become.
Perhaps the wrist is more stable and the layout is more familiar.
But the price of such maturity is the loss of courage.
The ‘courage’ to move forward.
Therefore, you should be young when practicing martial arts, not only because of better physical function, but also because of ‘courage’.
"Master, that guy Zhang Ming is dead!"
Doubao walked out of the martial arts hall with a surprised look on his face, and then he snorted happily, his mouth pouting because of the snort, looking a little cute, just like some wolfberry berries on the steamed eggs for breakfast.
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"That guy made things difficult for us in every possible way from the beginning."
"And when I first came to Shancheng, he actually wanted to take me into his house and be his concubine."
"If you hadn't taken action, Master, I would have been destroyed... I don't even know what to do."
Doubao was so quick-talking that he almost spilled the beans, so he tactfully came back and looked at Jason looking straight ahead, seemingly not hearing the flaw, and then he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
Then, he continued.
"Speaking of which, owner, you opened the restaurant on Wuguan Street because of this guy's repeated provocations."
"This guy first lost to you, the gym owner, and then he was so dissatisfied that he wanted to instigate the entire martial arts street to deal with you, the gym owner, but in the end, he allowed you to open the martial arts gym."
"And he was beaten to death."
"You deserve it!"
As he spoke, Doubao stuck out his tongue in the direction of Zhang's Martial Arts School.
Then, she turned to look at Jason who continued to move forward.
"Master, won't you say a few words to me?"
Doubao asked doubtfully.
"What?"
Jason lowered his head and looked at his little cook as if he had come back to his senses.
"Every time my mother said what I just said, my father would always say that the dead are the most important. Wife, don't do this."
Doubao imitates his father's appearance.
It can be seen that he looks like a little man.
"Then what?"
Jason continued to ask.
"Then... my mother slapped my father hard in the face and told him to be generous. If nothing happened, he would advise others to be generous. Be careful of thunder and lightning."
Doubao said with a smile.
"What your mother said makes sense."
"Never advise others to be generous without going through their own experience."
"and……"
"If someone wants death, send him to death."
Jason nodded and expressed his thoughts.
He and the 'Pursuant Religion' were already locked in a fight to the death. When he found out that there was another secret agent of the 'Pursuant Religion' on Wuguan Street, Jason was naturally restless. If he didn't kill the other party, he would have to miss a bowl of food.
However, what Jason didn't expect was that this dark man suddenly had a 'fireball staff'.
For Jason, who was looking for hidden objects, this was as clear as a searchlight at night.
Without any hesitation.
The masked man strikes again.
Humming the ditty "Shui Tiao" from the city that never sleeps, he cut his head off and returned.
In addition to bringing back a piece of food, he also brought back an additional option that can be added to [Unarmed Combat]: He Ming.
After spending 50 points of satiety and dying 20 times, Jason mastered an additional option called [Crane Cry].
[He Ming: By punching, it vibrates the air, forming a special sonic attack; Effect: When punching, it can bring about a blade-level sonic attack, causing damage to enemies within a radius of 2 meters, within a circle and a range of 1 meter
To withstand blade-level damage, outside the 1-meter range, the damage will begin to gradually decrease. After exiting 2 meters, the sonic damage will no longer exist]
…
This harvest is an unexpected blessing.
Sonic attacks were something Jason rarely had access to.
[He Ming] This is the first time.
Similarly, with the addition of the additional option of [He Ming], Jason can finally say that he has seven buffs in one punch.
Although they are not very strong, they should be enough to cope with the situation at hand.
After all, what he reveals is only what he wants others to see.
What's really hidden?
He never revealed it.
'However, we still need to continue to collect these inherited martial arts items. One punch has seven Buffs. Is one punch still far behind with seventy Buffs?'
'Quantitative changes can eventually lead to qualitative changes.'
'What's more, the level of [Unarmed Combat] is master level, and there are also unparalleled and extraordinary two enhancements. Even though the power of these additional options is insufficient now, after upgrading twice, you can really use it.'
'Furthermore, if enough opportunities are sought, [Unarmed Combat] might be upgraded like [Protection from Evil] and promoted to a higher level.'
Jason was making plans in his heart.
Then, he suddenly came back to his senses and looked at the bean bag.
"Did you just want to slap me hard?"
Jason asked.
"Where is it?"
When Doubao heard this question, he quickened his pace with a guilty look on his face.
Jason guessed correctly.
Doubao really wants to do this.
Because every time her father was spanked by her mother, not only was he not angry, but he smiled happily.
In Doubao's thoughts, Jason expressed his friendship to her, so she naturally wanted to make Jason happy.
'Are mom and dad's methods wrong?'
‘Besides cooking, is there nothing that can make the restaurant owner happier?’
'There must be some, right?'
Doubao thought.
Jason looked at Doubao's back and raised his eyebrows.
Why are the bean buns acting weird today?
Will it affect dinner?
Lunch is a tented meal shared by the five martial arts studios on the martial arts street. In name, it increases friendship. In fact, it is a small exchange meeting after the competition in the ring. Eating and drinking is not the focus.
However, in Jason Kai Lai, eating and drinking are the key points.
comminicate?
He doesn’t have any disciples who have entered the market, so how can he communicate with him?
The food money is raised by the five martial arts schools, just like the first place in the martial arts street competition is worth 100 yuan.
"Master Mu." X2
"Master Mu."
When Jason and Doubao walked to one side, the two gym leaders Li and Zhao were the first to say hello, followed by Peng Liang's disciple, a strong young man with a slightly uneasy expression on his face.
His master was involved in the major case of the 'Pursuant Religion' and had been missing for several days.
Now he maintains the entire martial arts gym.
Several senior brothers also seem to be inseparable from each other.
If we can't get a good ranking today, then the martial arts school will really be doomed.
only……
The young man looked at the two museum owners Li and Zhao, and then at Jason.
In the end, I felt helpless.
He had seen the grapplers of the two gym masters Li and Zhao, and he was no match for them.
And the Master of Mu Pavilion?
Even more so, he is no longer an opponent.
'The martial arts school is over.'
The young man thought silently, but the expression on his face suddenly became relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
Jason glanced at the young man and then looked at the two museum owners, Li and Zhao.
One is tall and thin, the other is short and stocky.
They are all people with thick fingers.
Each finger looks as thick as a jujube.
'Capture?'
Jason knew about the two museum owners Li and Zhao from Doubao.
Master Li is good at sixteen-way capture.
Hall Master Zhao is good at thirty-two small attacks.
They are all methods of breaking people's joints and dividing muscles and bones.
"Um."
Jason nodded in response.
Faced with Jason's response, the two gym masters Li and Zhao were not surprised. The Mu Bai gym master in front of them was a person who was not good at words and focused all his energy on martial arts training.
It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a martial artist.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to develop muscles and strengthen bones at such a young age.
'I just don't know how the other party's injury is?'
The two of them thought about it and looked at each other.
Zhang Ming is dead.
It's something unexpected.
However, the competition in Wuguan Street must continue.
They have to rely on this to make a living.
Thinking of this, Hall Master Zhao had a plan.
He winked at the person standing far away who was presiding over the drawing ceremony.
The man nodded without any trace.
This is also an old boxer who had some reputation in the mountain city when he was young. However, he did not open a gym to accept apprentices. Instead, he lived in the mountain city as a family, relying on martial arts to operate and maintain his own industry.
It can be regarded as the envy of ordinary people.
But if there is extra income, the old boxer will be very happy.
Don’t waste the money you picked up for free.
Thinking of this, the old boxer was about to draw lots.
The ink is made of bamboo rafts, and the characters of each martial arts school are written with a calligraphy brush.
They all look the same size, so there's no way to cheat.
Actually?
There are many doorways inside.
The simplest is to roast the bamboo skewers over fire before putting them into the lottery box.
The difference in temperature is enough for the drawee to identify.
In other words, it leaves burrs on one end of the bamboo stick, and you can tell by touching it with your hands.
Then, as time goes by, the temperature returns to normal, and once you pull out the burrs, there will be no problem.
This is not the first time this old boxer has done something like this.
Naturally, it is easy to master.
And just when the old boxer stretched out his hand to take the bamboo stick——
"etc."
A shout came from outside the crowd.
Jia Youcai walked in with a team of detectives.
"Master Mu, Sister Doubao."
Jia Youcai cupped his hands towards Jason, and after saying hello to Doubao, he turned around and looked at the two gym owners, Li and Zhao, and then looked at the old boxer standing on the temporary stage.
That's the way you look at a prisoner.
The two museum owners, Li and Zhao, felt a sudden change in their hearts.
The old boxer standing on the makeshift platform was also feeling uneasy.
Then, Jia Youcai suddenly smiled.
"Sorry everyone."
"I just want to talk to everyone about the death of Hall Master Zhang."
"Everyone, please come back to the Yamen with me now."
Jia Youcai said slowly with a correct tone.
"Jia Baotou, we are going to have a big competition today, what do you do..."
"Oh, are you teaching me how to do things?"
Hall Master Zhao was interrupted before he finished speaking. Jia Youcai looked at the Hall Master with a smile, and then suddenly raised his voice and said: "Is the martial arts competition more important than human life? Or is it Zhao Hall?
Master, did you do this on purpose? Then can I suspect that you are related to the death of Zhang Ming?"
"Impossible."
"We just had dinner with Master Zhang yesterday."
Hall Master Li said immediately.
"oh?"
"It turns out that the two of them collaborated to kill each other. No wonder Pavilion Master Zhang Ming didn't even have the strength to resist!"
Jia Youcai lengthened his tone.
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the two museum owners Li and Zhao immediately turned gloomy.
"Jia Baotou, don't spit on anyone with blood!"
"right!"
“You have to rely on evidence when doing things!”
Li Zhao said again and again.
"evidence?"
"You two, come back with me and we'll have a trial, won't we?"
Jia Youcai sneered and raised his hand.
"Someone is coming!"
"Bring these two back to the Yamen."
"besides--"
"Let's go with the old boxer."
Immediately, the detectives came forward.
Li Zhao and the old boxer frowned.
They wouldn't be afraid if there were twice as many policemen, but they couldn't take action. Once they did, they would have a reputation of killing people.
It’s not just Shancheng’s industries that are going to be destroyed, they are also going to be destroyed.
After all, there are musketeers in the military camp in the city. No matter how powerful they are, they can't withstand a salvo of ten or hundreds of muskets.
But go back with Jia Youcai?
Submission makes a move!
That's certainly the case.
Li and Zhao, the old boxer thought, and looked at Jason together.
In the situation before us, there is no doubt that Jia Youcai came to take the stand.
"Master Mu, won't you say a word?"
"As a warrior, you should be aboveboard. Is this what you did?"
Li and Zhao, the two museum owners, said in a deep voice.
Although he didn't say anything about colluding with the government or being a hawk or a dog, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.
Snap, snap.
"What an aboveboard person."
"That's what I've been waiting for."
Jia Youcai clapped his hands, spoke, and walked towards the box where the lots were drawn.
Suddenly, the expressions of Li Zhao and the old boxer all changed.
