Metropolis: The Rise of Chinese Arts

Zhang Nian couldn't help but find it a little funny.

I have just arrived here, and I have been practicing with my uncle in the mountains before.

Basically, there is no contact with outsiders.

Suddenly said that he had offended a big shot?Where did you start talking about this?
"Don't think about it. With your status, you probably won't be able to get in touch with this big man at all, but I still want to remind you that it's best to stay away from Miss Tang. Besides, there is no place for you in Qingyun City, so hurry up and clean up." Stuff, get out."

After speaking, Chen Sanyi waved his hand, and everyone turned to leave.

Just when Chen San walked to the door.

Suddenly, I heard a call from behind.

With the reaction and consciousness of a martial arts practitioner, Chen San hurriedly moved away.

The next second, with a beep, a long stick pierced deeply into the stone wall next to it.

The tip of the stick went in about [-] centimeters.

Chen Sansan was taken aback, a layer of white sweat suddenly appeared on his body.

He turned to look at Zhang Nian in a panic.

At such a young age, this kind of internal strength attainment is indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people.

In this way, he somewhat understood why the four masters and Arnold were defeated by this kid that day.

"You, you, what do you want to do?"

When Chen San opened his mouth to speak, he found that he stuttered unconsciously.

Zhang Nian pointed to the side and said.

"You guys have broken this door for me twice, you just want to leave like this?"

Chen San swallowed hard, and looked at the people beside him.

Because of the previous movement, many spectators had already gathered on the street to watch the excitement.

"Zhang, Zhang Nian, I warn you, don't be too arrogant, you must know my identity! I, I am the assistant of the martial arts association!"

"Don't tell me these things are useless, I can't even join the martial arts association, you are an assistant, what does it have to do with me! Pay!"

"presumptuous!"

Chen San stretched his thin neck and roared.

A dozen men in black surrounded Zhang Nian in unison.

Zhang Nian snorted coldly and pointed at Chen San.

"Come on together."

Chen San chuckled.

"why?"

"Because... I want to hit ten!"

Zhang Nian snorted coldly, and saw his figure swaying, standing on his feet.

There was a muffled sound.

The man in black in front didn't even have time to react, and flew back directly.

There was a bang, lying on the ground, motionless.

Surprised, Chen San took two steps back abruptly, and shouted at the same time with a wave of his hand.

"Go, give me all! Kill him! Kill him today and count it as mine!"

Before the words were finished, the dozen or so people roared and rushed up one after another.

This group of people were originally some desperadoes. Seeing this situation, in order to please Chen San, they all stepped forward bravely.

But Zhang Nian just wanted them to pay him two doors.

I didn't even want their lives.

However, seeing this situation, a group of people rushed up desperately.

Zhang Nian held his hand for an instant and assumed a Tai Chi pose.

I saw that kind of person rushing up, a set of eight punches, and swung towards Zhang Nian's face.

As the saying goes, beat the master to death with random punches.

Most of these people were from street gangsters, so fighting naturally had no rules.

The reason why Chen San found such a group of people was because they wanted to fight to the death.

Usually these people go out, kick restaurants or something, basically go up and beat them up.

Neither the students nor the curator could bear it.

However, at this time, only two snorts were heard.

I saw Zhang Nian turning around, although there was no movement under his feet, they were as swift as the wind.

In just a few seconds, the courtyard was already moaning everywhere.

The dozen or so men in black were lying on the ground with bruises all over their faces, unable to get up at all.

Zhang Nian took a deep breath, retracted his movements, and slowly walked up to Chen San.

"Losing money, don't ink."

As Zhang Nian spoke, he stretched out his hand.

Chen San snorted coldly, killing intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He has been a military assistant manager in Qingyun City for so many years, and he has never seen such an arrogant person.

If you dare to openly oppose the people of the Wushu Association, you basically don't want to hang out in this place.

"Zhang Nian, I hope you will use your brain before you speak, and you must figure out who I am."

"Stop talking nonsense and lose money!"

Zhang Nian frowned, staring fixedly at Chen San.

Chen San suddenly trembled all over.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel a strange internal energy surged in Zhang Nian.

This strength can only be possessed by the extremely strong.

But Zhang Nian in front of him is only in his 20s, how could he have such internal energy.

Must be wrong.

Chen San rubbed his eyes and stared at Zhang Niandao.

"Boy, since this is the case, today I will let you know how many eyes Prince Ma has!"

While speaking, he suddenly stamped his foot, and thrust his body back suddenly, like a boa constrictor attacking.

He punched Zhang Nian between the eyebrows.

This one is powerful.

Chen San is also a veteran in the Qingyun martial arts world.

Although there are not many games that can be said, but all the way to this position, it is naturally not a mortal.

Moreover, it is said that his Xingyi Snake Fist is superb.

Some people even say that his ancestors have been martial arts practitioners for generations.

If an ordinary person wins this time, something big will happen.

However, Zhang Nian simply dodged, without even making a move, and simply dodged.

Seeing that the blow was missed, Chen San hurriedly withdrew his attack, turned around and gave a split palm.

Zhang Nian flashed again.

he said with a laugh.

"No, no, too slow, too slow."

Chen San was sweated all over by Zhang Nian, but he raised his hands above his head, roared angrily, and his arms shook suddenly.

An inexplicable strong internal force instantly came out from the inside out.

Zhang Nian snorted coldly, and was about to start.

Suddenly, an electronic voice sounded in my mind.

"Ding, the new mission has been accepted: defeat the master of martial arts. Mission reward: ten years of internal strength."

Hearing this voice, Zhang Nian almost fell over in one breath.

Did you hear it right?
Ten years of strength?

You know, how much effort is needed for a martial arts practitioner to accumulate the internal strength of these ten years.

And here is an opportunity that is a hundred times easier.

Zhang Nian looked at Chen San in front of him.

Could it be that the master of martial arts mentioned by the system is the old man in front of him?

Probably not.

Although Chen San seems to be the right age, but according to Zhang Nian's temptation.

This old man is at best an old man who has practiced martial arts for a long time.

Moreover, the punches on this old man are a bit messy.

And can't integrate.

It seems a bit hasty to call him a master.

But now there is no time to think about these.

Zhang Nian opened up his posture and suddenly took a step forward.

An octopus pierced the heart and elbows, and went straight to Chen San's door.

Chen San was agile and knew that this move should not be head-to-head, so he turned around and dodged to the side.