Metropolis: I use Chinese martial arts to sweep the world

The people in the car were full of spirits, and the voice was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone present through the car door.

"Who is this, dare to be so arrogant today?"

"Yeah, I heard that the Martial Arts Museum opened today, and those who maintain law and order are all the elites of the National Shield Bureau, and there are also troublemakers. Is it too long?"

"What's more, Chu Fan, the first owner hired by the Chinese Martial Arts Hall, is the God of War in white clothes who defeated the demonized supernatural beings at the Black Tiger Boxing Gym. "

The people gathered around the square of the Guoshu Museum waiting to watch the ceremony talked a lot, and they all looked down on the troublemaker sitting on the off-road vehicle.

Only Huang Zhankui frowned. When he heard the word "Zhu Biao", he already had a bad guess in his heart.

Xia Donghai didn't notice Huang Zhankui's abnormality, so he took out the walkie-talkie at his waist and ordered, "Wu Shuang, take a group to see what's going on?"

"Okay, Director."

There was a reply from the walkie-talkie, and in a corner, Yan Wushuang led Guo Dali and others through the crowd, and slowly approached the black off-road vehicle.

boom!
Before a few people approached, the car door opened suddenly.

A middle-aged man in a black suit with a blood-red Tai Chi picture embroidered on his chest stepped down from the cockpit.

He was tall, with a ferocious face, holding a sharpened steel knife in his hand, and bloodthirsty rays of light shone in his long and narrow eyes.

"Who are you, dare to come here to act wild?"

Guo Dali walked up to the middle-aged man in a few steps and asked angrily.

"Haha, I'm here to give a gift, but unfortunately I forgot to bring a gift, why don't I borrow your head and use it!"

The middle-aged man laughed wildly, and his roar was rumbling.

"Where is the lunatic, courting death!"

Guo Dali frowned, and slapped the middle-aged man with a big palm-like hand, intending to hold the middle-aged man down with one palm, and then take him aside for interrogation.

The surrounding crowd were also happy to watch the excitement. Watching the elites of the National Shield Bureau attack, they all stared at the scene intently.

The middle-aged man looked at the big hand that was slapped unhurriedly, turned his body to the side, and dodged his palm.

At the same time, he raised his right hand and patted the shoulder of Guo Dali who was leaning forward.

Guo Dali was shocked when he saw the middle-aged man dodge, his strength was exhausted, and it was too late to back away, so he had to take the middle-aged man's palm abruptly.

"puff!"

In the seemingly light palm, Guo Dali seemed to be hit by a locomotive, his strong body flew up suddenly, fell backwards hard, and at the same time spurted a big mouthful of blood from his mouth.

"what?"

"How could this be?"

"really?"

The crowd of onlookers exclaimed one after another. Although their mouths were still tough, their footsteps couldn't stop moving back slightly, and they looked at the middle-aged man with a hint of fear in their eyes.

"Are you all right, Dali?"

Yan Wushuang hurried forward a few steps, and helped Guo Dali who had fallen to the ground.

"Team...Team leader be careful, I...I'm afraid it won't work, this person's strength is very...great, I'm no match."

Guo Dali struggled to say a few words, blood was still dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

"Stop talking, Dali, eat this, and wait for me to avenge you."

Yan Wushuang took out a wax pill from his pocket, crushed the cover, poured a heart-protecting pill into Guo Dali's mouth, and then signaled to the subordinates behind him to carefully lift him down.

"Who are you, please state your name."

Yan Wushuang stood up slowly, with no sadness or joy on his face, just staring at the middle-aged man in black, trying to get some clues from his figure.

"His name is Zhu Biao. He is the vice president of Donghai Martial Arts Association and my deputy."

A deep voice sounded from behind Yan Wushuang, she looked back in surprise, at some point Huang Zhankui walked behind her and patted her shoulder lightly.

"Let me come."

The gentle eyes were as harmless to humans and animals as before, but for some reason, Yan Wushuang suddenly felt that the fat man he was familiar with in the past had a murderous aura on him today, very strong and thick.

Huang Zhankui ignored Yan Wushuang who stayed where he was, turned his short and fat body around, and came in front of Zhu Biao.

"Oh, you shouldn't have come."

He shook his fat head, stretched out his fat hands, and rubbed them together.

"If you don't come, how can you avenge the slap at that time?"

Zhu Biao looked at Huang Zhankui playfully, the steel knife in his hand was twisted, and the shining blade kept spinning in the air.

"That slap isn't hatred, it's a way. You didn't walk the right way, and you didn't appreciate it when they helped you back."

Huang Zhankui is obsequious and rambling like an old farmer.

"Fart, do you think I'm you? People bully me to the door. I don't even dare to fart. I even shake my head and tail like a dog."

Zhu Biao was furious, and the originally peaceful scene was instantly tense.

Huang Zhankui opened his mouth, wanting to say something else.

But seeing Zhu Biao's angry look, he finally shook his head and sighed.

"Today is the big day for the establishment of the Guoshu Museum. With me here, you can't make any troubles. Go back."

Zhu Biao sneered, "You deserve it, do you think I'm the vice president you bullied a few days ago?"

With a cold look on his face, he slammed the blade sharply, a black tiger cut out his heart, and stabbed towards Huang Zhankui with a straight knife.

The knife is like a poisonous snake spitting out letters, agile and fast.

Huang Zhankui was startled when he saw the saber's movement, and he hadn't seen him for a few days. Zhu Biao's martial arts entered the country so quickly, which was completely beyond his expectations.

He knew that this knife was extremely powerful, and he must not take it hard.

Bah!
With a sharp shout, he turned to one side and slapped the blade with all his strength.

"Well done, you are worthy of being the president of the Martial Arts Association."

Zhu Biao sarcastically said that the steel knife was not hit as he imagined, but changed its momentum, and the steel knife swept across, slashing towards Huang Zhankui's fleshy palms.

Huang Zhankui is also absolutely extraordinary. Seeing the steel knife sweeping across, he knew that he could no longer retain his strength.

His arms were swollen, his qi sank to his dantian, his fat hands instantly became red hot, and waves of heat came, stirring up the air with traces of heat.

"The Lieyang Palm!"

Yan Wushuang exclaimed, she had only heard about this kind of palm technique from her master, and when she practiced it to the level of mastery, she could smash rocks into mountains, burn the sky and boil the sea.

However, although the power of the palm technique is great, the disadvantages are also obvious. Lieyang palm is just and pure, and it needs to be heated with iron sand, and the palm is polished every day to make the skin absorb the heat.

When there is fire in the dantian within the body, one can reach the realm of Xiaocheng, and when the fire in the palm can come out through the body at any time, one can reach Dacheng.

Cultivators must have great perseverance, and those who can endure great pain can practice.

Click!

Sure enough, Lieyang Palm was extremely powerful, Huang Zhankui merged his palms, broke Zhu Biao's steel knife directly, and hit his chest at the same time.

Zhu Biao spurted blood, and fell to the ground with a sluggish expression.

"Go back, don't toss about."

Huang Zhankui rolled up his sleeves and bent down to help Zhu Biao up.

Yan Wushuang's sharp eyes saw that Zhu Biao was holding something in his hands behind his back.

"careful!"

As soon as she yelled, Huang Zhankui was taken aback.

At this moment, Zhu Biao's sluggish expression suddenly disappeared, replaced by a ferocious smile.

"Die, die, go to die."

Zhu Biao suddenly shot out a piece of needle light, with blue light shining from each root, and went straight to Huang Zhankui's body.

At the same time, he turned over and jumped back from the ground, without any sign of injury.

Seeing Huang Zhankui lying on the ground clutching his wound, Zhu Biao smiled coldly.

"Didn't expect it, I know you know Lieyang Palm, and I know I can't beat you, but you don't know, you will die in my hands."

"mean!"

Yan Wushuang rushed up, supported Huang Zhankui, and cursed at Zhu Biao angrily.

"Despicable, if you can have the last laugh, what does it matter?"

"History is always written by the winners, and I will defeat you one by one later, so that you can experience what real meanness is, hahahaha..."

After Zhu Biao looked around, he looked at Yan Wushuang's exquisite figure, his eyes were full of evil, and he wished he could swallow her alive right away.

The onlookers were full of fear, and they all backed away, not daring to take half a step closer to the field.

The whole field was full of panic, just when Xia Donghai frowned and wanted to call for reinforcements.

Suddenly a joking voice came from outside the crowd, "You are so shameless, do your adults know?"

Zhu Biao was taken aback for a moment, and then he was furious, "Who is farting outside, get out if you have the guts!"

The voice laughed, and suddenly became erratic, "Catch me, if you catch me, I'll give you candy!"

Zhu Biao was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. Originally, he defeated Huang Zhankui, but Liwei's effect had already been achieved.

The sudden appearance of such a thing made the atmosphere I created in the early stage completely gone. If I didn't tear him apart, how could I be worthy of my master's cultivation of me in the past few days.

Thinking of this, Zhu Biao stomped his feet fiercely, and rushed towards where the sound came from.