Warriors

Of course, it was because Mai Rongen couldn't beat Zhao Zhou, so he could only think of such a surprising way to win, but unfortunately he was still beaten to death by Zhao Zhou.

"Affected by the progress of science and technology, many warriors face invincible opponents. The first way to think of killing the enemy is to kill the guns that can kill hundreds of meters away with one blow, instead of your own fists. But this is also true. , Firearms are also a means of attack and killing, just like the flying sword of a cultivator."

Zhao Zhou thought about it, and after looking at the unloaded gun in his hand, he felt a little hungry, and thought that he didn't eat much except for a body strengthening pill today.

then.

He got up from the sofa under the worried sneak glances of the two owners, went to the refrigerator in the living room, opened the door of the refrigerator, took a few glances, and took out a few packs of beef jerky from inside.

After scanning the system, Zhao Zhou found that there was no problem.There was no loss of appetite because of the impact of the murder.

It is precisely because he deeply knows that if he does not eat, it is obviously against his stomach.

In particular, it wasn't the first time he had killed people, and he didn't kill innocent people. Just like he did in the Qing Dynasty, he killed people who deserved what they deserved, so he felt at ease.

"Senior Yang always eats a balanced diet. You can't eat more meat, and you can't drink less porridge. I always feel that there is no taste in my mouth."

Zhao Zhou leaned back on the leather sofa, chomped on the modern five-spice beef jerky, then took out an unopened bottle of red wine from under the dining table, which was full of English and didn't know what it was, and had a drink. The life of the rich is really a treat.

It's just that he didn't know when Feng Yuxiu would arrive.

It is also afraid that drinking will affect the fight in the waiting meeting.

Zhao Zhou took a sip, tasted it, and didn't drink much. He looked at the two restaurant owners who were still on the ground, and pushed two bags of unopened beef jerky to the other side of the dining table, "It's cold on the ground, Sit on the couch."

He said, pointing to the beef jerky that he pushed over, "Today is too urgent, I know you haven't eaten yet. Use this thing to pad your stomach first."

"No...no need..." The host looked at the beef jerky on the table, thinking about the murder scene just now, he really lost his appetite and his stomach was churning.

The student leading the way also turned his head away, not even looking at it.

When Zhao Zhou saw it, he had nothing to say, and ate his own.

After waiting for a while, maybe the owner and the two of them saw that Zhao Zhou was really harmless, and they also slowly sat on the sofa.

Afterwards, they didn't say anything, they were just in a daze, thinking about how to get out, or wondering why this happened today.

"Could it be that Master Zhao's teacher has an enmity with Master Mai? The meaning of sending a letter is to kill..."

The owner first took a sneak peek at Zhao Zhou, thinking that Zhao Zhou had previously said that Mai Rongen was a drug dealer, especially since Yang Luchan was a person who died a hundred years ago, and suddenly felt that there was something in Zhao Zhou's words.

He felt that maybe Zhao Zhou was using Yang Luchan who passed away a hundred years ago as a metaphor for his dead teacher.

In addition, being involved in the gangster by Mai Rongen...

"It is possible that the two families have enmity for a long time!"

The owner of the museum thought wildly, thinking that it was Mai Rongen who killed Zhao Zhou's master, and then Zhao Zhou came to take revenge. This is the best explanation.

And while they were thinking wildly, time passed quietly.

About four hours passed.

At about ten o'clock in the evening.

With the slight sound of 'rustle', it seemed that someone had entered through the window on the second floor of the villa, but after a few breaths, there was a burst of "clack" footsteps on the stairs, as if deliberately to be noticed.

"Junior Feng Yuxiu, I heard that Master Mai Rongen's boxing skills are superb, and he is nicknamed the Southern Boxing King. I'm here for a while today."

Following the sound of footsteps, a young man with a somewhat crazy face walked down the stairs.

He is exactly Feng Yuxiu who has become an idiot in martial arts and is incompatible with today's society.

And now that his wife is gone, he has nothing to worry about, the only thing he cares about is his own martial arts.He wanted to kill all these long-famous martial arts seniors and martial arts masters to prove what he had learned.

Although Feng Yuxiu's character has been distorted, what he wants to do is also wrong.

But what he said was right, martial arts are learned to kill people.

However, with the heart of killing people and practicing martial arts, he walked down the stairs, sniffed, but felt a smell of blood in the house.

"Who are you? Where is Master Mai?" He glanced at the two owners, and then at Zhao Zhou who was sitting on the sofa, as if he was not surprised by his appearance.

"In the study."

Zhao Zhou stood up and signaled the owner of the pavilion to come to the side.

When Feng Yuxiu walked down the stairs, he didn't pay attention to the two owners. Instead, when he came to the side of the sofa, he sniffed again, and he could smell the bloody smell coming from a room in front of him.

"Mai Rongen is dead?" Feng Yuxiu looked away from the study and looked at Zhao Zhou again.

"Master Mai is not good at skills." Zhao Zhou nodded and put up his airs, "I was killed by my fist this evening."

"Okay!" Feng Yuxiu said quickly, or in other words, as long as the opponent can fight, it doesn't matter if you kill or not.

"Since you can beat Master Mai to death, you must have good skill!" He lowered his head and clasped his fists, looked at Zhao Zhou and said, "The junior Feng Yuxiute is here to learn!"

When Zhao Zhou heard this, he was noncommittal.

He was going to compete with Feng Yuxiu, but out of curiosity, he still asked his purpose: "Do you have a map of the secret books of the martial arts you have learned? Can I take a look at it?"

"Yes yes there..."

As Feng Yuxiu said, he stepped forward, his arms seemed to be drawing a bow, and he charged a fist, making a tiger-shaped gunner's move, and punched Zhao Zhou's chest with one hand.

"Let's talk after we win!"

The words fell, and the fist arrived, causing a slight wind.

And Zhao Zhou had seen Feng Yuxiu's ten finger cocoons before, so he knew that the hard qigong he had practiced all year round had already been mastered.I also know that in the movie plot, when he practiced and kicked the window sill to pieces, he seemed to have a force of no less than three or four hundred catties.

At this time, I saw him throwing a tiger-shaped cannon fist.

Therefore, Zhao Zhou didn't even think about trying to see if this punch could kill him, so he was already prepared. He pulled his right hand up, drew a round force, released the force, and swung his left hand to support Feng Yuxiu's body. fist.

pat-

Bones meet, top and bottom.

Zhao Zhou slashed down with his free left hand, aimed at his head, and grabbed his arm with his right hand, trying not to break his arm bone.

"Good skill!" Feng Yuxiu saw that his arm seemed to be hooked by an iron hook, and after realizing that he couldn't get it back, he knew that his hand skills were not good enough, so he sat on his knees and lowered his body, avoiding Zhao Zhou's slap Afterwards, the right foot went straight to the bend of Zhao Zhou's leg.

This is preparing to exchange injuries for injuries!

Especially since the strength of the two is equal, no matter who hits the other, this fight is over.

However, Feng Yuxiu was wearing big-toed leather shoes. If he kicked firmly, Zhao Zhou's patella would definitely be shattered, and he would not even be able to stand up.