Chapter 107

Heihong was surprised to see that Zhang Xuan could avoid the young people's two moves.

"Little girl, you have some strength. No wonder you are so arrogant. However, remember what I said. The confidence in your heart is not worth mentioning in front of the quadrupole."

"Black Pavilion master, let's have a look first." Han Xuan, a gentle young man, was interested in his movements.

Han Wenwen also knows how to fight with others, but she finds that what she has learned. It's totally different from what this young man showed, or even two extremes.

Whether it's fighting or catching. What Han gentleness learned is to use the enemy's joints and weak points to fight back. But now, what this young man shows is absolute strength!

Han gentleness made a hypothesis in his heart. If he went up to the young man, how long can he last? Five seconds? Or ten seconds? Or was he knocked down in a flash?

Guwu! This is a noun. When Han Wenwen first heard about it, he was full of curiosity and yearning.

Zhang Xuan and the young man repeatedly fight, to be exact, it is the young man. Zhang Xuan is dodging.

It was difficult to see the speed of the young man's face.

"Oh, little girl, come and see what guwu is. Your arrogance will be put away from now on. No matter how powerful you are, it's very easy for a guwu master to want your life." Heihong poured a cup of tea for himself again, put it in his hand, and looked ahead.

Zhang Xuan dodged again and again, but he was also a little upset. He wanted to tease the boy, but he was a little impatient, and Zhang Xuan had no idea. When the other side hit again, Zhang Xuan dodged slightly, and then a knife fell on the young man's neck.

This time, Zhang Xuan was a fast and accurate young man who had been dancing boxing for a second. The next second, it was dark and fell to the ground.

The cup in Heihong's hand had just reached his mouth. Before he could drink it, he was completely stunned by the scene.

The rest of the WuJie Pavilion owners are a little confused. What's the situation?

Just now, Hei Hong gave up Gu Wu and Han Wenwen's arrogance one by one. As a result, the man Han Wenwen called gave the Gu Wu master under Hei Hong to Ko?

"Don't worry, people are OK."

Zhang Xuan looked at this group of people and explained.

Han gently raises the corner of his mouth. A smile appeared on his face. Sure enough, this man didn't disappoint himself. What sijimen, what guwu master, was vulnerable in front of him!

After a few seconds, Heihong stood up and put away his contempt. "Are you also from the ancient martial arts? I don't know where to learn from? "

"Guwu?" Zhang Xuan frowned. Then he shook his head. "Without master, who are you? Isn't this the negotiation of martial arts? What's the relationship with guwu?"

"Your Excellency misunderstood." Heihong smiles at Zhang Xuan. "If it's between the martial arts, I don't have to come here. This time, I'm just here for the sake of the killing of the parents and children of the Siji sect leader."

"Sijimen? What is it? " Zhang Xuanqi asked strangely.

Black Hong's face suddenly became a lot of ugly, "you are too much!"

"If it's too much or not, since it's not a negotiation in the martial arts world, let the leader of the Siji sect come by himself. He's not strong enough. He's also sending weak dregs one by one. He doesn't have time to waste here with you." Zhang Xuan looks impatient.

Heihong looks at Zhang Xuan. Then he looked at the young man lying unconscious and clenched his fist! Since you despise sijimen, do you dare to take on the challenge of sijimen? The challenge from guwu

"Let's call at that time. If there's nothing wrong, we'll go first." Zhang Xuan steps forward, grabs Han gentleness's arm and takes her to walk outside the eight immortals building. In the process, he doesn't even look at Heihong.

Han gentle to black Hong smile, "black Pavilion Lord, that have time, goodbye."

Heihong stands in front of the Eight Immortals' table, staring at Zhang Xuan's background with an ugly face. He never thought that Qingye even asked an ancient martial arts expert to help him! It's no wonder that Qingye has such a strong foundation. However, the young man is too arrogant. If he doesn't pay attention to the quadrupole gate, he must pay a price!

The street outside the eight immortals tower was dark. The dim street lamp is hazy, it is difficult to provide any lighting effect.

"Zhang Xuan, what is Gu Wu?" Han Xuan's face is full of curiosity.

Zhang Xuan thought about it and explained, "it's a kind of martial arts, but it's more lethal. Most of the ancient martial arts are lost."

"How many kinds do you know?" Han Wen looks at Zhang Xuan.

"One." Without thinking about it, Zhang Xuan replied, "ancient martial arts is an extension of martial arts. If you go on studying carefully, you will not be able to study one set in your whole life, and one kind will be enough for one person. "

Han's gentle eyes sparkled with strong intention, "can you teach me?"

"Yes. You can teach if you want to Zhang Xuan nodded indifferently and reminded him, "but Gu Wu is very tired. You should be ready.""I'm not afraid of tiredness." Han gently shook his head with firm eyes. Just now, she saw the power of Gu Wu, which made her eager to learn.

"When do you want to learn?"

"Right now!" Finish saying, Han gentleness went forward to embrace Zhang Xuan's arm.

The sound of the song tube tower is fine, and the night of the swing yard is heavy.

The night passed quietly. The sun glares in the morning.

Zhang Xuan opened his eyes, looked at the empty side, sighed, this woman is really fierce.

Han's home is the same as that of Zhang Xuan's last visit. It's just that all the awards in the study have been torn off.

On the dining table, Han gentleness prepared breakfast for Zhang Xuan. Seeing this scene, Zhang Xuan felt a burst of sweetness in his heart. Sitting on the table, he was savoring breakfast, and the telephone rang sharply.

Zhang Xuan looked at the caller, some look unnatural to pick up the phone, "Hello, Mr. Lin?"

"Where are you?" Lin QingHan asked on the phone.

"In..." Zhang Xuan hesitated for a moment. Before he could figure out how to reply, Lin QingHan's voice rang out eagerly again, "you come to di shengte first. This time, it's an opportunity for you!"

"Desant?" Zhang Xuanqi said to himself strangely, isn't that an enamel restaurant?

After a hasty meal, Zhang Xuan leaves Han Wenwen's home and goes to di shengte's French restaurant.

This morning, it's not the business time of di shengte. When Zhang Xuan arrived, he saw several luxury cars parked in front of the restaurant.

"What's this?" Zhang Xuan walked into the restaurant with a strange face.

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