Chapter 260： Hit the young ones and the old ones, beat the disabled master of national arts!

"Wang Zheng!"

Yingying didn't expect that Wang Zheng actually said that he would just kick Zhu Yiwei. The boss with a small mouth opened suddenly, and his heart was over. This time I am afraid it will be a big trouble.

She knew that Zhu Yiwei was not an ordinary person, but an inner disciple of the martial arts school!

It is also for this reason that Zhu Yiwei has always been arrogant in the police force. After all, in this world, the martial arts faction is also controlled by the government, so sometimes it is difficult for the superintendent to manage these parts.

And Zhu Yiwei is not only a member of the police station, but also a disciple of the martial arts faction. After being beaten this time, he will definitely make a lot of noise.

What Ling Yingying didn't expect was that Wang Zheng could kick Zhu Yiwei so far? Is he also from the martial arts school?

Thinking of this, she suddenly had a headache, because in this way, does it mean that things will get worse?

Just thinking about it, Zhu Yiwei, who was kicked over there, has also stood up. He glared at him, nodded, and grinned, "Very well! Now that you do it, don't blame me for being polite! Let you today. Taste the power of our gossip door?"

Gossip gate?

After Wang Zheng heard the other party's words, the expression on his face was unspeakable.

What's so special about Bagua? Are they fighting with me? How can I meet someone from the gossip door?

Just when he was speechless, Zhu Yiwei had already dashed forward, and at the same time put on a push palm like a sign of the Eight Diagrams Gate, and patted Wang Zheng's face!

Although Zhu Yiwei looks like a spicy chicken, he is still a little capable.

Before people arrive, a wave of palm wind has already arrived!

Obviously, this product has already used internal power!

Although Yingying didn't understand internal strength, she felt such a strong palm wind, her face changed suddenly, and she quickly shouted to Wang Zheng: "Wang Zheng! Get out of the way!"

However, Wang Zheng ignored it, and slapped it out with a blank face!

A crisp sound! Yingying was stunned to see that the menacing Zhu Yiwei was like a kite with a broken line, flying straight upside down!

"This..." Yingying looked dumbfounded.

Is this too exaggerated?

Zhu Yiwei's strong posture was directly slapped and slapped by Wang Zheng?

At this moment, Yingying's little head was a little empty, and she stared blankly at Zhu Yiwei who had fallen not far away, and she hadn't recovered for a long time.

Seeing her expression, Wang Zheng seemed to have guessed what she was thinking, and couldn't help but smile: "That guy is not good at all, so he can barely reach the first-class level of national art. To be precise, he is a second-rate national art trash! Gossip The door is nothing but that!"

Rubbish!

These words were like the lead that ignited Zhu Yiwei's anger. Although his head slapped by the slap was a little dizzy, he jumped up and roared, "Dare to scold me for rubbish? Very good, you Just wait to become disabled!"

With that said, the goods are ready to rush up again.

But he had just taken a step, but he was stopped by someone.

This person was the one who walked with him before. He was a fifty or sixty-year-old man, wearing a Chinese tunic suit, with gray hair on one end and an unwavering expression on his face, so he put his hand out and lay across Zhu Yiwei's body. Qian Qian said lightly: "Yiwei, you are not the opponent of this young man, so don't take humiliation!"

Hearing the gray-haired old man's words, although Zhu Yiwei was extremely unconvinced in his heart, he was still very afraid of the old man, and he didn't dare to say anything anymore, only glaring at Wang Zheng to express his hatred in his heart.

The gray-haired old man chuckled and looked at Wang Zheng: "Young man, I am the elder of the Bagua Sect, and Zhu Yiwei is my nephew. I have seen everything just now, and the cause of the incident is entirely caused by this kid. Yes, I'm sorry for him and I hope you don't mind."

Wang Zheng glanced at the other person, the elder of the Bagua Gate? Haha, this is a good prologue, but why do you want to find your place after listening?

So he shrugged and said, "Old gentleman, you are too polite, but you still have something to say afterwards, right?"

The gray-haired old man was taken aback, then smiled and nodded: "Yes, although Zhu Yiwei is at fault, but the methods and words you just said are a bit insulting. As his elders, I shouldn't have done anything, but You said that my gossip is nothing but this, and I must also discuss it with you, a young man."

"Cut, having said so much, don't you just want to find a place for your nephew?" Wang Zheng curled his lips and said impatiently: "Master, you don't have to turn so many turns when you speak. Just say it if you want to start. That seems hypocritical!"

Wang Zheng has always spoken bluntly. Anyway, he has had conflicts with the Bagua Sect people many times. What about the Bagua Sect elders? If you want to trouble me, don't blame me for speaking without leaving room!

Hearing this, the expression on the gray-haired old man's face suddenly stiffened.

In fact, he really wants to find a place for Zhu Yiwei. After all, there are not many disciples in the inner door of the Bagua Sect, and all the excellent disciples have disappeared somehow...

And now among the inner disciples, the only one who is still qualified is Zhu Yiwei, who was slapped flying by Wang Zheng with an insulting slap just now. He was completely slapped in the face and gossip!

If the older generation of him does not stand up, if this matter goes out, wouldn't the gossip door be laughed at?

But when he wanted to return, he couldn't say the purpose, but Wang Zheng was straightforward, and this made his face a little bit difficult.

At this moment, a systematic barrage message suddenly popped out of Wang Zheng's mind.

"Ding, a new mission is released, defeat the God of Gamblers, get 100,000 reputation points and a random treasure chest (large

"May I cross?"

Looking at this message, Wang Zheng suddenly became energetic.

God of Gamblers, isn't that just Fa Ge's movie? Hey, this seems fun!

As he was thinking about it, he noticed that the gray-haired old man did not say a word, and immediately urged impatiently: "I said, old man, if you want to do it, hurry up, if you don't do it, I will leave. I have other important things. To deal with it!"

Hearing this, the gray-haired old head was provoked, his face suddenly sank, he glanced around, then pointed to a small park opposite the community and said: "Okay! Come on, let's go over there to discuss ."

With that said, he said to Zhu Yiwei: "You just stay here and wait, you are not allowed to follow!"

"It's Uncle Master!" Zhu Yiwei nodded immediately, and when he looked at Wang Zheng's gaze, he was full of gloat.

His uncle is not a master of national arts, but a master of national arts. In his opinion, Wang Zheng is going to be finished this time. Even if he is not crippled, he will not want to move his hands and feet for at least a few months.

However, what he didn't expect was that Wang Zheng and the gray-haired old man came back within two or three minutes after entering the small park.

Wang Zheng didn't seem to have anything at all, and he looked very energetic, and he was immediately taken a look at him.

How is this going? Where's Master Uncle?

Thinking of this, he immediately ran to the small park and soon found the unconscious Master Uncle.

And he was stunned to find that the gray-haired old man's face had been beaten into a pig's head, and it was so swollen that he almost couldn't recognize it.

But compared to the old man's arms, it was a slight injury.

At this moment, the arms of the gray-haired old man are twisting in a very strange shape!

Zhu Yiwei took a breath, and a lot of cold sweat came out on his forehead.

He knew that even if the uncle's arms were broken and healed, he estimated that he would not be able to return to his original strength in the future. The martial arts he had cultivated for most of his life had been abolished by Wang Zheng!

What a strong strength, what a ruthless means...

He, how dare he do this? Abolished a master of national arts...

At this moment, Zhu Yiwei suddenly felt weak in his feet, and his whole body was a little unsteady. At the same time, he was lucky that he hadn't rushed up before, otherwise he would be even worse...

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