The female president's personal soldier

When Lin Qiang and Fang Muyue came excitedly to Crazy Luo's Raptors Martial Arts Hall, they found that the atmosphere was not right. In Lin Qiang's impression, the newly opened Martial Arts Hall should be full of joy.Although Crazy Luo is obsessed with martial arts and doesn't usually get in touch with people, he knows a lot of people in the martial arts world, so there should be a lot of traffic here.

But it was quiet in front of the martial arts hall, and occasionally people came in and out, and it was desolate, and some even cried.They looked at each other, suddenly confused about the situation.

"Maybe I found the wrong place." Fang Muyue said.

"No, didn't you say it clearly that day, No. 180, Zhengding Street, and the name is correct, it's the Raptors Martial Arts Hall."

"Why don't we go in and have a look."

"go!"

Lin Qiang led Fang Muyue across the door into the martial arts hall, and saw that it was a large hall, and there were more than a dozen burly men standing in it, all dressed in white, with black bands on their arms, leaning against the wall There is also a large coffin, which looks like a funeral, but the lid of the coffin has not been closed.

"Excuse me, is this the Dragon Martial Art Museum? Let's find old Mr. Luo Qinghou." Fang Muyue said.

There was a very tall and burly middle-aged man over there, who stared at them with a pair of tiger eyes, and suddenly rushed over and knelt in front of Lin Qiang: "Master, you are finally here.

"Brother, you have identified the wrong person. I think we went to the wrong door." Lin Qiang was embarrassed and did not dare to help.

"No, I recognize you. It's your Uncle Lin Qiang. Master asked you to avenge him!" The man knelt on the ground and howled bitterly: "Uncle, Master was beaten to death by the people in Nobunaga Dojo. I can't wait to see you for the last time, and I can't get through to your mobile phone. Master died so wronged, and kept yelling about unfairness, unfairness, uncle, you can't just ignore it."

Now that people have called out their names, there is absolutely no mistake. Lin Qiang's heart sank immediately, and he ran over the man. Fang Muyue covered her mouth and said in a muffled voice, "Eighth, eighth uncle, it's eighth uncle !"

"Uncle Luo." Lin Qiang's voice trembled, and tears fell down. He saw Crazy Luo lying in the coffin with his eyes wide open and motionless, with many bruises on his body. killed.

"Uncle Eight!" Fang Muyue cried out in grief.

"Master!" Those around the coffin all cried together.

Lin Qiang roared: "Don't cry, don't cry, tell me what's going on?"

Among them was a middle-aged man, wearing a black Taoist uniform, and sighed with a heavy expression: "Mr. Lin, I will not hide it from you. My surname is Ma, and I am the master of Tanglangquan. I also opened a martial arts gym here. Originally, everyone Everything is fine, but today a group of Orientals suddenly came, looking for challenges everywhere, we were all defeated, some people were beaten into cripples, I was better, because I knelt down and begged for mercy, I kept this Physically, but Mr. Luo was not convinced, he insisted on comparing with others, and the result—"

The man shouted just now: "When they come to kick the hall, the master's skills are not as good as others, so naturally he won't say anything, even if he was beaten to death, he would be willing, but when the master was dying, he kept yelling about injustice and injustice, because he had sincerely He admitted defeat, but those people still want to fight, no matter how much he admits defeat, he still fights until he is beaten to death, which is simply unfair."

"Look, Master, this is given to you by Master." A disciple came over with a blank piece of paper, and Lin Qiang saw three words written on it, scrawled, messy, and bloodstained: "Unfair! "

"It was written by my eighth uncle. I can recognize his handwriting." Fang Muyue said.

"Master said that he doesn't expect his uncle to avenge his old man, but only hopes that Uncle Lin can seek justice for our Yanjing martial arts community. These Orientals are really deceiving people too much."

"It's not fair, it's not fair." Lin Qiang said tremblingly: "It's really not fair, it's really not fair, but how can someone like Uncle Luo admit defeat?"

Master Ma said: "Mr. Lin, I know you are distinguished, so there is no need to go into this muddy water. You don't know how powerful they are. That Nobunagaichi's martial arts are not martial arts at all, they are simply sorcery. He Hitting people only uses one move, the body is like a whirlwind, we can't even see the shadow, he also said that he has practiced "Heaven and Man One Sword" and can cut off twelve heads with one knife, those of us who were hit by him , all of them were cold, as if they were frozen, and they couldn’t even handle it. Come and see—”

Master Ma led Lin Qiang to the pillar next to the coffin, and saw four words written on it with unknown words: "Sick man of East Asia!"

"This is written by that Japanese man with his fingers. This, is this still a human being?"

"Brother Qiang!" Fang Muyue tugged on Lin Qiang's sleeve, implying that Lin Qiang is definitely not his opponent: "Let's call the police and let the police handle it."

"Master said that the police can't handle this matter, because they are martial arts competitions, and there are life and death documents. Although the law does not recognize it, he admits it himself, so it's okay to die. It's just that the two parties agreed that if they admit defeat, they will stop. Why don't they stop? You can’t ask him to kneel down, why is that?”

"It's not fair." Lin Qiang wailed and knelt in front of Luo Badao's coffin: "Uncle Luo, you have wanted to open such a martial arts gym all your life, but you never thought that the martial arts gym would be successful, and it would end like this. It's unfair, it's unfair, it's really unfair!"

"Master refused to kneel, and they beat him to death. If Master still refused to kneel, they broke Master's legs with heavy hands. Master hugged the pillar and refused to kneel, so they beat him to death. What is this called a martial arts competition?" , What is this called a martial arts competition?" Those disciples were all wounded, some of them seemed to be seriously injured, but they were afraid that they were helpless, so they could only shout in grief and indignation.

"Brother Qiang, let's call the police." Fang Muyue became frightened.

"Don't call the police, Uncle Luo said, this is a matter of the martial arts world, let's solve it ourselves." Lin Qiang shook his head.

"Brave. As you heard just now, that Nobunaga is simply not human. I know you are powerful, but no matter how powerful you are, you can't beat him."

"Think of a way." Lin Qiang said.

"You will always be stubborn, but this time it's really not good, you will die." Fang Muyue was so frightened that she trembled: "Hurry up and come home with me, let's go home and find a way."

"Where are those people now?"

Master Ma said: "At seven o'clock, they held a celebration banquet at the Huangshi Hotel. All of us from the Yanjing martial arts circle must come. Not only must we toast them, but we must also kowtow. Same, I, I also received the invitation, and I want to go too."

"Well."

Lin Qiang stood up and pulled Fang Muyue: "Go, let's go home." Those disciples shouted from behind: "Uncle, Uncle, are you really leaving like this?" Master Ma stomped his feet repeatedly: "Don't shout! Stop yelling, you want to kill others, you know, that Nobunaga-he practiced it is not martial arts at all, it is magic."

"Brother Qiang, I know you're in a bad mood, and I'm not in a good mood, but we can't die in vain, right? Well, that Nobunagaichi, did you see that he wrote on the pillar with his finger, and you said you could do it?" Are you there?"

"I can't do it." Lin Qiang said firmly: "Eight Lin Qiang can't do it—"

"So I think we should call the police and let the police arrest them. Do you think this is good? Otherwise, we can send the gunman. How about sending the gunman over there?"

"Eight won't work, but ten will do!" Lin Qiang nodded: "Ten Lin Qiang will definitely defeat him, and definitely kill him alive." Fang Muyue sighed: "Okay, okay, let's go home and say OK!"

After returning home, Lin Qiang told Fang Muyue that he wanted to be alone, and then secretly took ten chopsticks into the room. The chopsticks must be too thick and too long, so he modified them with a saber, and then meditated for 10 minutes. Stabilize all the true energy in the dantian, and turn the outer breath into the inner breath.

"Uncle Luo bless me."

Lin Qiang began to stick chopsticks into his own acupuncture points one by one according to the records in "Guiyuan Thorn Acupuncture Dafa". Every time he pierced one, he had to endure the pain and transfer his true energy to the next one. Acupuncture points, so in fact, this method of acupuncture is a kind of external force that forcibly opens up the meridians, which is very stupid, and the pain is not at all bearable by ordinary people, it is like using a blunt knife to kill.

Although Lin Qiang had strong perseverance, he also overestimated himself. He originally expected to finish it in an hour, but it took an hour and a half.

"Huh!" Lin Qiang felt that the true energy in his body suddenly surged, roaring in his body like a sudden eruption of a mountain torrent.The seven chopsticks were also thrown out of his body at the same time.