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160 Kick Hall
The two shot at the same time, and the man in gray kicked the man in white in the chest!
The man in white hugged the opponent's feet with his hands in circles!
These two people came into a strange posture, embracing each other, because one of them was kicking the ground with one leg, he suddenly lifted his leg up, and it happened to be wrapped around the waist of the man in white!

"Fuck you to death!" Chen Fan couldn't stand it any longer, and stepped forward, one hand in each hand, pulling these two people up!

This time, the people in the white clothes thought that Chen Fan was the helper of the gray clothes, and the gray clothes thought that Chen Fan was the helper of the white clothes. Dozens of people rushed towards Chen Fan in an instant!

Chen Fan smiled helplessly. These people were still beating their lives to death just now, and now they are in a rare posture of fighting the enemy together.

Chen Fan first threw the man in gray with a tiger tattoo on his arm off the ring, and then kicked the man in white to the ground.

The two sides glanced at each other, and seemed to understand that Chen Fan was not with the two sides, and saw Chen Fan's superb martial arts skills.

But the people on both sides were young and vigorous. Although they knew that they were no match for Chen Fan, they still came to kill Chen Fan without fear!
This time Chen Fan was really big headed. If he was facing the enemy normally, Chen Fan could kill him with one blow.

But these innocent Yan people, Chen Fan couldn't be tempted to kill them.

So Chen Fan had no choice but to avoid his vitals as much as possible. He either kicked or hit him, or just threw the opponent down.

The one with the tiger tattoo on his body happened to be mounted on the weapon rack!
He understood, and pulled out a machete from the weapon shelf.

This kind of machete has a thick back and a relatively long blade, so only people with great strength can use it.But this guy with the tattoos.Maybe I didn't have enough strength, so I just raised the machete with both hands.

Although Chen Fan's martial arts is strong, but facing so many people, he will inevitably get three punches and two kicks. When he was angry, the door of the martial arts hall suddenly opened. An old man was holding a bag of things in his hand. , striding forward.

His voice was like a bell, and he yelled: "Stop!"

The people on both sides quickly separated!

The old men looked at each other, and Chen Sheng asked, "What's going on?"

Chen Fan and the people in the gray clothes said in unison. : "Kick the pavilion!"

The man in gray looked at Chen Fan angrily: "You came later!"

The old man watched it for a while, and ignored the people in the gray clothes. He walked up to Chen Fan and cupped his hands: "This old man is not good at learning, and I hope the heroes will let go of these ineffective apprentices!"

Chen Fan waved his hand embarrassingly and said, "I can't help it, I hope the old man will forgive me!"

The old man looked at Chen Fan and felt annoyed: "You young man, why are you talking like this? You are the one who ruined my situation, and you still act like you have something to hide!"

Chen Fan had no choice but to tell his own reasons: "I just want to know where the Yin-Yang Gate is. None of you will tell me. Hearing Yin-Yang is like seeing a ghost. Either run away or say you don't know!"

Only at this time did the old man understand that Chen Fan came to kick the gym to make a name for himself so that Yin and Yang would know and take the initiative to find him.

The old man sighed, and said: "Shao Xia, it's not that we didn't tell you, but because the yin and yang are not with us at all, and the yin and yang are the state religion in Yan, and anyone who talks about the state religion will be beheaded." !"

It was only then that Chen Fan realized that the Yin-Yang Gate was just like the Xuanjing Division of Qi State, which made people talk about it.

But at this point, the old man still expressed his admiration for Chen Fan's martial arts!
"My incompetent disciples forgot to give advice from the young hero!" the old man said to Chen Fan very humbly!
Chen Fan is a smart person, he knows when to be arrogant and when to restrain himself.Facing the old man's humility, Chen Fan repeatedly expressed that he was not good at learning skills and dared not excel!
In Yangcheng, it is considered that the Yin-Yang Sect can't reach it, so there are many sects and martial arts halls here.

The closer you get to the capital, the more powerful the Yin Yang Sect will be.

Chen Fan bid farewell to the old man, and went directly to the capital of Yan Kingdom!

As the old man described, more and more disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect can be seen in the direction of the capital of the Yan Kingdom.

These people are different from the people in Xuanjing Division. The people in Xuanjing Division are generally dressed in black, with a long sword on their waist, and they are in a hurry. Passers-by will quickly avoid them when they see them.

And the disciples of the Yin Yang Sect are indeed wearing white clothes swaggeringly, passing through the street!

The common people will give way and bow down to salute when they see it!

From this, it can be inferred that Yin and Yang have great influence in Yan.

Along the way, I saw a group of people in a hurry, some in small groups, and some alone!
But the clothes of these people are very similar, these people are wearing the clothes of beggars!
Looking at their faces, they didn't look like beggars, they were disheveled, but many of them had ruddy complexions, and they greeted each other when they saw acquaintances.

Chen Fan looked strange, so he found a place and changed into the same clothes as them.

In this way, he got mixed up among these people.

"Brother, are you also going to attend the Junshan Conference?" A huge, filthy beggar came to Chen Fan's side and asked, patting him.

Chen Fan nodded, but did not speak.

He couldn't say that he was going to Junshan, and he couldn't say no, after all, he didn't know what the so-called Junshan Society was for!

It's just that there are too many pockets on Chen Fan's body, and he has eight bags in total.

In the eyes of these people, Chen Fan's identity is very different. The eight-pocket disciple is just like an elder in the eyes of these people.

Seeing that Chen Fan was alone, the young beggar followed behind him and said, "Brother, I am the sixth generation disciple of Elder Chen, and my name is Chen Yao!"

"My name is Chen Fan!"

With things at this point, Chen Fan couldn't stop answering, so he could only echo in a low voice.

In fact, from Chen Fan's point of view, these beggars should have been begging all the way there, but instead of praying when they passed the township, they went straight into the restaurant.

Chen Fan followed the little beggar into the restaurant, and after entering the restaurant, Chen Fan was taken aback.

The entire restaurant is full of beggars, big and small, and the stench inside is reeking!

These beggars usually beg for a living, but this time they went directly to the restaurant, ignoring their own image.

They yelled and drank together to call their companions, while the owner of the hotel was trembling, and squatted beside him, daring not to speak.

A few people in clean clothes came in to see the situation, and left in a hurry.

"Boss, serve the wine, you are asleep, didn't you see that we are out of wine here?"

A slightly older beggar shouted loudly!

(End of this chapter)